#natasha romanoff x kid!reader

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Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Avengers x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Requested by anon: Little widow is super short and all the avengers find it adorable.

A/N: as someone who is 5’11” (180cm) I did the best I could with this one. I apologize if it’s not very accurate 

“Woah! Let me grab that, y/n,” Steve says as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other hand grabbing the box of granola bars you were climbing for.

“I almost had it,” you whine as he sets you down.

“Yeah sure. Almost had a concussion is more like it,” Tony teases and you glare.

“I had everything under control. I was almost tall enough to reach it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your mom coughs to cover a laugh.

“You were balancing on a stool that was teetering on one leg on your…” she pauses to pick up the book, “biology textbook. Great, glad you’re getting some use out of that.”

“Yeah well, it won’t tell me why I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet, so at least it’s good for something,” you shrug, grabbing it from her hands and shoving it in your bag.

“Kid, don’t you think you’re a little old-“

“Don’t!” You cut Tony off. “I am not too old for a growth spurt. I don’t care how old I am. I refuse to be 5’1 for the rest of my life.”

“Alright,” he raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. I’m gonna be late for school.”

“Have a good day,” your mom calls.

“Try not to get mistaken for a freshman again,” Clint’s words are acknowledged by way of you flipping him off as you make your way out the door.

xxxxx

“Here,” Peter appears behind you, grabbing the textbook you were jumping for.

“Thanks,” you grumble and he grins.

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch lockers? It’s killing my back to crouch down to the lower ones anyway. Jumping doesn’t seem like the most effective use of your locker,” he offers for the tenth time and you shake your head.

“I’m fine! I can reach it all!”

“Yeah when I use my powers for you,” Wanda’s voice calls and you turn, glaring.

“Whole lot of help you were this morning. Steve’s convinced I almost broke my neck climbing for my breakfast,” you whine and she chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“My deepest apologies. I’ll just skip my morning training with Agent Hill. I’m sure that would go over just fine,” she teases and you roll your eyes, leaning into her nonetheless.

“You just gotta get on her good side. I get to do my training after school instead of before,” you smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s because she’s known you since you were three and therefore treats you like family. Not an agent,” Wanda retorts and you just shrug.

“Ya know, it’s  the 21st century,” Peter’s still stuck on the previous topic and you shake your head. “I don’t think scavenging for food is supposed to be a life threatening process anymore. Cause like, evolution and all that,”

“Well y/n’s evolution didn’t get the message,” Wanda responds and you smack both their shoulders.

“You guys suck,” you whine and Wanda laughs.

“We’re only teasing, love. You’re adorable. We have to tease you to compete for some attention. You’re too cute to look away from.” You eye Wanda for a few moments.

“I can’t tell if that was supposed to be patronizing or not, but it’s too early to analyze all that, so I’m gonna go with thank you as my response,” you tell her, standing up on your toes and pulling her down by the collar of her shirt to kiss her cheek.

“You can’t even reach your girlfriend's face to kiss her,” Peter chokes out through a laugh.

“At least I have a girlfriend,” you try to jab back but he brushes right over it.

“Say, have you ever been on a roller coaster before? Or do you not measure up yet?” He says and you lunge for him. He quickly places a hand on your forehead, holding you back where your arms can’t reach him. You can feel your cheeks heat up as Wanda tries her best to hide her laugh behind you. You hit his elbow, making his arm buckle, and pull it over your shoulder. You use his weight against him as he stumbles forward and throw him over your shoulder.

“Holy shit,” Wanda breaths out.

“How the hell did you do that?” Peter asks as he catches his breath and you shrug.

“Did you forget who my mom is? I learned how to do that when I was 8. We were literally talking about my training like 30 seconds ago,” you call over your shoulder as you take Wanda’s hand and pull her to class.

xxxxxx

What’s up losers?” Mj asks as she joins your group.

“We’re thinking about heading to the tower to study for the geometry test next week, wanna come?” Peter asks, unphased by MJ’s snarkiness. Loser is pretty much a term of endearment in her book.

“Plus it’s movie night  if you guys wanna crash it. Fair warning though, it’s Steve’s turn to pick so it’ll probably be old as hell,” you add in and Ned nods.

“Sounds awesome! I’ll watch an old movie if it means hanging with the avengers!” His enthusiasm brings a smile to your face, though it’s quickly knocked off as MJ uses your head as an armrest.

“I’m in,” she says and you glare up at her, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Too bad, you’re not invited anymore,” you say angrily and she laughs.

“Anyone else feel like they’re being yelled at by a middle schooler when she’s mad?” She teases again and Wanda quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into her chest.

“But she doesn’t fight like a middle schooler, Peter learned that the hard way this morning. So let’s lay off before someone ends up with a black eye, alright?” Wanda says calmly and you sink into her embrace. You grab one of her hands from where they’re laced together by your chest and start playing with the rings on her fingers.

“I don’t look like a kid,” you mumble and you feel Wanda place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course you don’t” she reasures you.

“Yeah, totally. The whining totally helps your case Romanoff,” Peter adds and you glare as you all make your way out of the school.

xxxxx

“Race to the movie room?” Peter suggests and Ned frowns.

“But y/n’s like, short as hell, no offense,” he says and you laugh at his innocent look, “how is that fair.”

“Don’t worry Ned. I’ll manage,” you say before Peter takes off everyone else following suit. THey weave around the furniture and you smirk, placing your hand on the back of the sofa and throwing yourself over it. One foot lands on the coffee table and you use it to push off of, grabbing the pull up bar in the doorway that Steve insisted needed to be in the common room (you still think it’s cause he likes to show off) and doing an elegant flip, laning in front of the door to the movie room with a bow.

“Seriously, how the hell do you do that kind of stuff?” MJ asks, slightly out of breath, but still smiling since she beat Peter.

“What part of ‘raised by an assassin’ isn’t clicking for you guys?” you ask and a voice behind them draws their attention.

“Hey, I stopped being an assassin long before I started raising you,” your mom argues and you just shrug.

“Doesn’t make you any less paranoid or scary. You’re the one who insisted I needed to know how to defend myself, so I’m simply reaping the benefits,” you say with a grin, leaning into Wanda who is rolling her eyes at your antics.

“I seem to remember you begging me to train you so you could go on missions,” your mom counters with a raised eyebrow. Before you can respond Tony’s voice comes from the room you just vacated.

“Why the hell is there a footprint on my table?” He yells and you all freeze.

“Maybe if we’re quiet he won’t know we’re here?” Ned whispers, but even he sounds unsure of the plan.

“I can see the pile of backpacks by the elevator. When I find out whose foot was on my table they’re grounded. I don’t care if you’re not my children,” Tony yells again.

“Race you to...anywhere but here!” you whisper-yell before taking off, the four teenagers hot on your trail as your mom rolls her eyes behind you.

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[slowly-writing]

Broken Heart

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2.3K

This is based off the song Die From a Broken Heart by Maddie and Tae. It’s been stuck in my head for weeks and I gotta say, I’m pretty proud of what came from it

You’re staring down at the counter in your tiny one bedroom apartment, trying to ignore the small box of things that don’t belong to you set by the front door. You haven’t yet decided if you’re going to give them back or set them on fire. You know the first option is the right choice, but the second sounds much more satisfying. When you glance to your left you see the light blue dress you were wearing last night. It's always been your favorite, but the angry red stain in the middle of it might mean it’s time to throw it out. The image of him screaming plays through your head. You’d jumped when his fist slammed into the table and spilled the contents of your glass down the front of it.

You avert your gaze back to the counter. You don’t want to think about what happened last night, but you can’t keep the events from playing on a constant loop in your head. Wiping the tears from your eyes you decide distraction is probably the best option. You pick up your phone and click on the most recent name in your call history. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey love, I haven’t heard from you in ages,” she greets and you laugh, a genuine smile creeping its way onto your face for the first time all day.

“It’s been like three days, mom.”

“Three days to many. So how is everything, I suspect there’s a reason you’re calling?” your mom asks and you freeze. You hardly ever call just to talk. You only live 15 minutes from the compound, so you normally just drop by to see her. You couldn’t do that now though, your red, puffy eyes would give you away in a second.

“How do you get a red wine stain out of a dress?” you blurt out. It’s a dumb question, Tony’s sent the lundry out to get cleaned for as long as you can remember, but it’s all you can think of.

“Boiling water, if that doesn’t work try vinegar,” she says simply and you nod to yourself.

“Thanks-wait. How do you know how to do that? You never did the laundry growing up,” you question and you can hear her soft laugh through the phone.

“I had to get plenty of blood out of my ballet shoes and more than a few dresses back in the day,” she says and you nod, even though she can’t see. “It’s been a while, but that’s what worked for me.”

“Okay,” you say softly and there’s a long silence.

“Was that all?” she probes, she’s always known when you’re upset, but also knows if she pushes too hard you’ll retreat even further away from her.

“Can I come and maybe stay a few days? This weekend or next?” You ask and she hums.

“Why don’t you come over now? It sounds like you could use some family time,” she offers and you agree, the call ending quickly as you go to pack a bag.

The drive to the compound is a familiar one. You’ve driven it countless times, but it never fails to bring a smile to your face, even with the current circumstances. You glance to the fields, remembering all the time you’d spent out there, playing catch with Clint or trying to beat Steve in a race. As you got older it’s where you Wanda and Peter would hang out, trying to get away from all the chaos inside. This place was full of good memories, and you needed that right now.

Your mom is waiting out front, and you practically collapse into her arms the second you’re close enough, letting her silently lead you inside and to her room.

“Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” she asks and the flood gates open.

“We broke up. He says I spend too much time away visiting family! He accused me of sleeping with Wanda, then Peter, then both of them. Said there was no other reason I’d make the trip out to see them. Mama, the nerve of this guy! I invited him to come with me every time and he always refused. Said he was too busy or too tired. We’ve been together for two years and the only reason he’s ever met any of you was because of that time I forgot my wallet here and you had to drop it off,” you ramble and your mom nods along, letting you grip her hand and play with the ring on her index finger. It’s an old habit that lingered from when you were little. It always calmed you down, gave you something to focus on other than the thing that was upsetting you. It’s the only reason she still has the ring after all these years.

“I don’t get it. How does he sleep at night? The nerve of this guy. To leave me, so easily,” your words grow softer, tears gathering in your eyes as you look up at her. Staring into the green eyes that have always been there, full of love every time you faltered. Her red hair, the same color you tried to dye yours in high school, desperate to look like your mom. All the other kids at school looked like their parents and you desperately wanted the same, the dye job was horrible and looked nothing like her’s, but she’d smiled softly and helped you fix it rather than getting mad. Once your hair was settled the two of you sat down and talked about why you did it. It was a long conversation, but you’d felt better after it. You trust her more than anyone in the world, which is why you ask the next question “am I gonna be alright?”

“Yes. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now but I promise you, everything will be ok,” she promises, pulling her into her arms as you cry. She holds you tight, never letting her strength waver, even as her own heart aches for you.

“Hey, uhm, can you ask Steve if he’s got time to come and look at my front door?” you ask as you pull away a few minutes later and she raises her brow at the subject change. You wince slightly before continuing, “it got slammed last night, and now it won’t close right.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to help,” she says and you nod, more to yourself than her as you run through your mental checklist of things you wanted to talk about. Your mind is all over the place, but your mom seems to be keeping up as you jump from topic to topic.

“Just promise that you won’t tell him everything,” you say, knowing how protective he’s always been. Captain America on a warpath to beat up your ex doesn’t seem like something you need right now. That thought leads you to your mom and your head snaps up, “and you. Keep the pistol in the drawer, okay? As much as I hate him right now, I don’t want him dead. Or at least, not at the moment.”

“Alright, I promise,” she says with a soft smile, gently brushing the hair out of your face as you lean back into the futon across from her bed. You’re glancing around the room, looking at all the pictures of you smiling. There’s one of you at Coney Island, front teeth missing and sitting on Steve’s shoulders as you hold a snow cone as big as your head. Another of you and your mom and your high school graduation. You’re both smiling bigger than you ever had and your mom has tears in her eyes. What you’d give to be that happy right now.

“God, I wanna kick myself for falling so hard. Can you die from a broken heart? Cause it feels like I am right now. It’s like I can feel my heart cracking.”

“I know how dire it feels right now, but I promise you’ll be alright. One day you’re gonna look back on this and-” you cut her off.

“Please don’t say I’m gonna laugh about this someday. You didn’t see the way he drove away,” you say softly, taking her hand in both of yours again. “There was no hesitation. No pain. It was like he couldn’t wait to get out of there, like he had been waiting for me to tell him to leave the whole time. I spent last night praying so hard that he would come back. That there’d be a knock on my door and it would all be fixed. I cried so hard that I thought I’d go blind,” you laugh bitterly, shaking your head, “I just keep wondering if any of it was real. Did I just waste two years of my life on a guy who never even cared about me? Was it all a lie? I mean, if he could leave me so easily. Was it ever really real, if he doesn’t feel like I feel? Was I making it all up in my head?”

“It was real,” she tells you firmly, “the love you felt was real, and that’s all that matters. What he did or didn’t feel, what he did or didn’t do doesn’t matter. You loved him with your whole heart, because that’s who you are, and that’s who you’ll always be. I know it feels like this is gonna kill you, I know you’re questioning everything, and I wish I could take your pain away, but unfortunately you can’t have love without pain, and a life without love isn’t one worth living. Trust me when I say that. I spent far too long running away from love to let you do the same. You may feel alone now, but you’ve got a whole family here who loves you more than you can imagine.”

You let her words sink in, trying so hard to believe everything she’s saying, and you almost do. Before you can formulate a response voices in the common room draw your attention.

“Peter and Wanda are home from college,” your mom answers your question before you can ask it and your head snaps to face her, “they probably got in while we were talking.”

A smile grows on your face, all your inner turmoil momentarily forgotten. You hadn’t seen either of them in weeks, with them being a three hour train ride away. You glance between the door and your mom, a silent question. She just laughs and nods for you to go, and you're instantly on your feet, sprinting to see them. You spot Wanda first, and your squeal of excitement alerts her of your presence. She has barely enough time to turn around before you launch yourself into her arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to town?” you ask, arms looped around her neck as she spins you around.

“The plan was to surprise you, we were headed to your apartment next,” she says as she sets you down, Peter pulling you into a hug the second your feet touch the ground.

“God, you guys live too far,” you say as he lets you go.

“Well sorry we couldn’t stay in the city like you did,” Wanda teases.

“Yeah, not all of us can go to NYU,” Peter joins in and you roll your eyes, wiping away the happy tears that have now started to gather.

“Says the two at Harvard and Yale,” you say and they shrug.

“That’s beside the point. Now, what do you say, can we drag you away from your boyfriend for the night?” Wanda asks and Peter nods.

“Yeah, we’re way overdue for a family dinner. He gets you all the time, he can survive without you for a night!” Peter joins and you wince slightly, glancing to your mom who gives you a sad smile from where she’s standing in the doorway.

“He uh, he’s not around anymore…” you trail off and they share a nervous look.

“Oh shit, y/n. We didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” you cut Wanda off with a shrug. “You’re right. He’s taken up enough of my time, and he’s not taking any more. So, family dinner and then maybe a game night?”

“I’m down. It’s been too long since I’ve crushed you in Monopoly,” Wanda says with a smile, and the two of you look to Peter who nods with a matching grin.

“You’re on,” Peter says firmly and your smile grows.

“Hey Friday, can you call the team up here and order the usual, please?” you ask the AI.

“Absolutely Miss Romanoff, and I must say, it is lovely to have you all back home,” Friday responds and you chuckle. To anyone else it would’ve been weird for a robot to sound happy they were home, and you don’t know if Tony programmed the AI to seem like it liked you or if Friday had somehow gained sentience and developed emotions, but either way it reminded you of how much love this building held. How much love you felt from the group now joining your reunion in the common room. From your mom, who had pushed off the wall she’d been leaning against to welcome Peter and Wanda home. From your two best friends who were finally back after what felt like years away. And from the helpful robot that operated the building, apparently. Ex Boyfriend be damned, you didn’t need him anyway.

“It’s good to be back Friday.”

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[slowly-writing]

Bullying

Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader

Word count: 2K

Requested by anon: Can you do an imagine where natashas daughter is being bullied and she finds out?

You have your hands shoved in your pockets, pulling your jacket down and allowing the hood to fall more into your face, blocking you from the harsh stares of your classmates. You should’ve expected your life to turn out like this. You knew what high school was like. Fitting in was the main priority and the mob of insecure students would swarm anything different.

You should’ve known that you’d be the number one target. The adopted teenager living with the most famous heroes in the world. It was dumb to think you’d be able to fly under the radar the way Peter had. The boy had comforted you those days leading up to your freshman year. Having just finished his own he told you that it would be fine. Boy was he wrong.

The freshman hall was far enough away from the sophomores that he never saw your torment, and over the last three years you learned how to make sure he never would. You wouldn’t let the boy who’d always been like an older brother to you get caught in the crossfire. He’d try to stick up for you and blow the only normal thing he had left. You’ve made it to junior year, you can make it the rest of the way.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a shoulder slamming into yours, sending you stumbling into the lockers.

“Watch it Annie!” A girl called over her shoulder and you frowned at the nickname. Ever since the kids found out you were adopted they started calling you Annie, after the orphan girl, and you hated it. Rather than saying anything you just quickened your pace and slipped into your first class.

“It’s fine that they call me that,” you mumble to yourself, “that way I don’t flinch at the sound of my own name being called. I’d never be able to hide that from Peter. Or Wanda. Especially not from mom.”

You try to rationalize everything as you settle into your desk, pretending not to see the kids pointing at you and laughing as you become the brunt of their joke.

xxxxx

You manage to ignore it for the most part. The words aren’t what hurt. Well they do, whoever said words will never hurt me obviously didn’t know what they were talking about. But that hurt you could cover with a fake smile and an excuse of being stressed over homework or some other thinly veiled excuse. The giant bruise forming on your forehead was harder to hide.

Some girl named Beverly decided it’d be funny to trip you at lunch, sending you head first into the table. Now you had a lovely purple mark and some swelling by your hairline. Thank god you left a beanie in your locker. It should be enough to cover the injury.

“Hey Romanoff!” The call of your name makes your head snap up in panic, you quickly pull on the hat as Peter makes his way towards you.

“Oh hey Pete, what brings you to my neck of the woods?” you ask, a genuine smile on your face for the first time today.

“I’m heading to the tower to do some work with Tony, wanna walk together?” his smile is wide as he asks, completely carefree, and you wish you could feel that way as well.

“Uh, yeah. Sounds good,” you try to sound casual. There’s no way to brush him off without being obvious. You’re waking the exact same route. Luckily the walk home is fairly uneventful. The assholes seem to be warded off by Peter. The late autumn heat has him in a tank top that shows off his arms, and while he’s not the buffest guy in the school, it’s obvious he can hold his own. If only they knew how strong he really was.

You see a few people staring, more like glaring, but you’re able to ignore them pretty easily. Soon enough the two of you are walking into the lobby of the tower incident free.

“I’m gonna head to the labs. You good from here?” Peter’s question feels heavy, almost as if he was intentionally trying to make you feel safer, but you brush the feeling off with a nod and a wave as you head to the elevator. You’re probably overthinking it. A few moments later you're in the common room and you let out a sigh of relief. Finally a safe place. No teasing here, or at least none with any malice behind it.

“Hey, y/n. How was school?” you look up to see Wanda on the couch and you immediately blush.

“Hey Wan, it was alright. How was...whatever it is you do here during the day?” you tease and she rolls her eyes, a matching blush painting her cheeks. Thank god the kids at school don’t know about this...whatever you have with Wanda. They’d tear you to shreds.

“I do online school and I work, thank you very much. I do important stuff here, ya know, like saving the world,” she’s glaring at you as she says it, but you can see something in her eyes. You can’t quite place it, friendship, something more? Whatever it is, it’s so different from the hate you see from the kids at school.

“A bit full of yourself, aren’t you? I feel like that’s all just fancy talk for free loading and laziness. You gotta get out there, get some dirt under your nails. You’re too spoiled, spending all this time in the tower,” you notice yourself leaning closer to her as you talk and your eyes involuntarily flash towards her lips as butterflies take over your stomach.

“And that uh…that fancy private school you spend your time in. That’s gotta be really...tough?” she tries to defend herself but her words come out weak as she inches ever so much closer. you ‘re about to close the gap when you hear a voice from the doorway.

“I thought I heard you come in. How was school?” The two of you spring apart at your mom’s voice.

“It was good,” you squeak out, adjusting your hat to cover your forehead.

“Yeah, learning a lot,” Wanda mumbles as your mom rolls her eyes. She’s well aware of the weird relationship you and Wanda have, and while she’d prefer you didn’t date until you’re well into your thirties she knows if you’re going to, then Wanda is a good choice.

“What’s with the beanie, love? It’s like eighty degrees out,” your mom’s questions has you panicking.

“I uh...like it. It’s cool,” you defend and Wanda rolls her eyes this time, back to her playful self from earlier.

“I’m sweating just looking at you. Let me help!” she teases and you see the red mist around her hands before you feel it.

“No!” you lunge at her, as if you’d be any match for her powers, but before you even reach her your hat is floating in the air and her eyes are wide.

“What the hell happened?” your mom’s voice is harsh and tears are already gathering in your eyes. You look frantically between your mom and Wanda, who seems to take the hint.

“I’ll give you two some space,” Wanda says before hastily leaving the room.

“Y/n, what happened?” she asks again, gentler this time but you still try to get out of it.

“It’s nothing-” the look in her eyes stops you. It’s the look she sent you when you would try to sneak candy after bedtime when you were little, but this time there’s a pain mixed in that you’re not used to seeing. “It’s just some kids at school. They like to pick on me. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“How long has this been going on?” She looks...sad and it kind of scares you. That’s not an emotion you’re used to your mom having. Stoicness, yes especially when she’s working. Happiness, yes; more often since you came around your uncles tell you. Love, confidence, bravery, exasperation, even anger sometimes. But almost never sadness or pain and now she’s shown both of those in a matter of minutes.

“Mom,” you try again but she shakes her head, brushing the tears forming in her eyes.

“How long, love?” she asks again and you sigh.

“Since freshman year.” It’s her turn to sigh. Sitting next to you on the couch and pulling you into her side gently. It’s an odd mix of emotions, you can see on her face that she doesn’t know if she wants to cry or burn your school to the ground. You’re sure Wanda is getting a headache trying to sort through the many emotions coming from this room. You ignore that though. You leave the turmoil to everyone else for once as you finally relax, the weight of your secret finally off your shoulders.

“Friday, call Wanda and Peter in here please,” her voice is calm, and you don’t know if you should be scared.

“Mom? What are you-”

“I just want to talk to them,” she cuts you off, and you don’t have time to argue before the two are entering the room.

“Hey Miss Romanoff, Friday said you wanted to-Oh my god! What happened?” Peter yells as he sees the bruise maring your face, and Wanda is silent behind him as he processes the scene. Her eyes are red, almost like she’s been crying. Was she crying for you?

“By that reaction I’m guessing you didn’t know about this. Maximoff, are those tears of sympathy or fear for your life?” your mom snaps and you glare at her.

“I didn’t know, if that’s what you’re asking. I wouldn’t have sat by while she was being hurt,” there’s an anger behind Wanda’s words that you weren’t expecting. You didn’t think she’d cared this much. It makes sense, though, when you think about how you’d feel if the situation was reversed.

“As much as I wanna walk down to the school guns blazing, I can’t go beat up a bunch of kids, so I’m going to need the two of you to look out for her,” you scoff and stand from the couch at your mom’s words, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Excuse me, I’m right here. I’m not an invalid! And Wanda doesn’t even go to my school.”

“I’m well aware, you and I are starting training as soon as that heals,” she gestures to your forehead, “and Wanda will be enrolling in your school. Tony can have it all set up by tomorrow.”

“What? No! I’m not letting her start school just so she can get beaten up too!” you practically yell, but Wanda’s hand on your arm has you looking to her.

“I’m not letting my…” there’s a heavy pause, one that you know you’ll have to find the right word for soon, “friend get hurt when I could help. Plus, they quite literally can’t hurt me, and I want to be there for you.”

Her words have your resolve cracking, but you don’t want to give in that easy. “You’re a year older. You’ll be gone before me,” you try to argue and Wanda looks away, a blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

“She also missed a lot of school in Sokovia. She tested in a grade below you,” your mom explains, and it clicks as to why Wanda always did school online. Well one of the reasons at least, she’d be two years older than her classmates.

“Well I could tutor you,” you offer quickly, not wanting Wanda to feel ashamed in front of you. “It seems like we’re gonna be spending most of our time together. Plus you’re miles smarter than me. You’ll be the one teaching me in no time.”

“Then it’s settled. This won’t happen again.” Your mom’s words feel more like a promise and you smile. “And I want the names of the girls that did this to you.”

“Mom! I thought you agreed no beating up kids!” you argue, a smile finding its way back on your face as you try to hold back a laugh.

“I’m not going to beat them up. But I never said anything about some light hacking,” she says with a wink and you roll your eyes, not entirely sure if she’s kidding or not.

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More Than Okay

Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader

Word count: 1.8K

Requested by anons:

- Can I request a Nat x kid!reader where the kid was in foster care and She just recently went to live with Natasha. And it’s taking her a while to warm up but eventually starts calling Nat, mom? Thank you.

- ooh can I request a nat x (adopted)daughter reader where the reader is the kid of a couple that was killed off by a villain because of their powers. avengers and reader don’t know she has powers mostly because they’ve never shown. they finally find out when said villain comes back for reader by attacking avengers and her powers burst out of her unexpectedly and she saves them all?? thinking something of a mix between Wanda’s and Thor’s powers. thank you, love your writing so much!!

- Nat's daughter telling her she doesn't wanna be a shield agent/superhero.

Your parents didn’t work for the avengers but they were avenger-adjacent. They worked with them on multiple occasions. Your parents had powers and they fought to keep the city safe as best they could. They just hid their identities and stayed out of the public eye as much as possible while doing it. They had a child after all, and their main priority was keeping you safe. Unfortunately no secret ever stays hidden forever.

You remember that night vividly. You had woken up in the middle of the night, your throat was so dry that it was hard to breathe. You quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen, not wanting to wake your parents, but what you saw still haunts you to this day. There were dozens of men in masks fighting with your parents. The walls were broken and crumbling around you, you feared the entire house would collapse soon.

“Y/n, run!” Your father screamed. You hesitated for a split second, wanting to stay to help but you knew there was nothing you could do. They were the ones with powers and they were clearly losing. If their last wish was to keep you safe you’d grant them that, no matter how much you’d rather stay with them and share their fate.

You ran, forgoing about the door and slipping through a crack in the wall. You looked over your shoulder, relieved to see that nobody was following you. Instead you saw a sword pierce your mother’s chest. To this day you could still hear her cries of pain, but she didn’t look scared. She had simply nodded to you, a clear side she wanted you to keep going. So you did, until you got to the one place you knew was safe.

xxxxx

When you arrived at the avengers compound hours later you were exhausted and you knew you looked awful. The sun was starting to rise, showing the tear tracks cutting through the blood and dirt from various falls, your still bare feet cut and bruised, and your pajamas torn in various places. Steve was the first to see you, as he was up first for an early run. He didn’t say anything, simply brought you inside and led you to the common room. He walked off as you sat on the couch, glancing around the room you’d only seen a handful of times when visiting with your parents. You felt tears well up in your eyes again at the thought of them. You stared down at your hands in your lap, not wanting to see the room full of memories.

When Steve returns he has a first aid kit and Natasha in tow. She knows you the best out of any of the avengers, having been close with your parents.

“Hey, do you wanna talk about what happened?” Natasha's voice is soft and comforting which gives you the courage to look up, as soon as she sees the tears she knows whatever happened was nothing good. You shake your head and she pulls you into her arms. “That’s alright. We don’t have to talk right now. Is it okay if Steve and I clean you up? You’ve got some pretty nasty cuts,” she waits for your nod before motioning for Steve to pass her the first aid kit.

xxxxx

That had been over a year ago and things were still rocky. Tony has given you a room in the compound and that’s where you spent most of your time. While all the avengers cared for you, and you for them, you rarely opened up to them. The events that happened were the worst memories you had, and you didn’t want to share the most painful parts of your life with people who were practically strangers. You’d send a small smile in Peter’s direction at school and sit in on movie nights, but heart to hearts were unheard of amongst the majority of the team. You were content to be the quiet girl nobody truly knew. Well nobody aside from Natasha. You had a few conversations with her and you’ve unpacked the whole event with your therapist, but nobody else knows the details of what happened that night, and you planned to keep it that way.

“Hey y/n, wanna go shopping with us?” Clint asks you as you walk through the kitchen after school.

“No thank you,” your response is quiet and he nods, having expected as much. He always makes an effort though.

“Alright, have a good afternoon.” With that he leaves the kitchen and you head towards the living room. Bruce and Tony are on a mission and Steve always joins Clint to go grocery shopping, it’s the only way to make sure we have more than junk food. That only leaves you and Natasha in the compound so you don’t feel the need to hide.  

You sit on the floor by the coffee table, pulling out your homework with a sigh. You’re debating if you want to get your chemistry over with or get some work done on your creative writing story when you hear Natasha entering the room.

“How was school?” Her voice comforts you. It’s calming. Drastically different from the bickering and teasing the boys normally throw around.

“It was fine,” you say simply, turning around to face her as she sits on the couch behind you. Anyone else would’ve taken your short response as a sign that you didn’t want to be talking to them, that’s probably why Natasha was the only one you talked to. While Steve was technically your legal guardian you only had brief interactions with him. They never told you for sure, but you’re pretty sure the only reason it wasn’t Natasha was because she’s in America on sketchy terms and some of her missions prior to her days as an avenger could probably be classified as treason. It was best to keep her out of the mandatory background check that came with fostering a kid. You didn’t need anybody else digging into her past.

“Still dreading that chemistry homework I see,” you follow her gaze to where your textbook is pushed away and you laugh a bit.

“It’s so hard. And I don’t need it anyways! I want to be an English teacher. I don’t need to know chemistry,” you tell her and it’s her turn to laugh and place an arm around your shoulder as you flop on the couch next to her.

“You’re right, you don’t need it to teach English. But you do need it to graduate high school so you have to do it eventually. If you need help Tony will be home tomorrow, and I think Peter is coming over tonight to do some training. He’d be more than happy to help and it’d be good for you to talk to him. Remember what Dr. Tan said-“

“I need to have more interactions with people my own age. I know,” you cut her off, “But how am I even supposed to start that conversation? ‘Hi I’m Y/n- oh you already know that?-oh because I’m Stingray and Rogue’s daughter and their identities got leaked after their murder, right. Yeah I’m super sad they died too.’ Sounds like a delightful conversation to have.”

“I know it’s hard y/n, but Peter is a good place to start. He’s plenty different too and he’s not going to judge you for it,” Natasha’s argument makes sense but before you can respond you hear a crash from the kitchen and you’re grateful for the distraction.

“Is Clint back already?” You ask, pulling away from Natasha and walking towards the kitchen. You freeze in the doorway, seeing the people that have haunted your nightmares for over a year now.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” Natasha calls but before she gets to you the closest figure charges. You duck out of the way and Natasha takes him out. She starts fighting the men but she’s beyond outnumbered. You’re frantically looking around for somebody to help, but it’s just the two of you. When you look back you see a man charging her with a sword, just like last year.

“Mom, look out!” you scream as you flail your arm in the attacker’s direction. Before Natasha can try to dodge him he’s thrown back and he’s seizing. You glance at your hands seeing a mist sparking with electricity surrounding your fingers. You don’t have time to overthink it as all the intruders’ attention turns to you. You zero in on the closest one and send a pulse of electricity in his direction. You repeat the process until they’re all on the floor. At that moment shield agents and the rest of the team come flooding in, FRIDAY having notified them of the break in.

“Holy shit,” Clint says and you look between him and your hands, eyes wide in fear.

“Did you do that?” Steve asks and you swallow hard before nodding. “You could be a good addition to the team.”

“You really could. Pulse you’re a legacy, what with your parents and everything,” an agent says and your breathing starts to speed up. Everything's happening so fast. There’s too much and you’re starting to spiral. You’re about to run when Natasha steps in front of you.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more quiet, okay?” she offers and you nod, desperate for an escape. You both walk in silence until you’re in your room and sitting next to each other on the bed. “Did you know you could do that?”

“No! I swear I didn’t. I would’ve told you, I promise I-”

“Hey,” Natasha cuts off your rambling, placing a calming hand on your shoulder. “I’m not mad. I just want us to get on the same page. We need to figure out what this means and start training you.”

“I don’t want to be an agent,” you say bluntly. “I’m sorry. I know I should want to help people. It's the right thing to do, it’s what my parents would want me to do but I just can’t”

“That’s fine. You don't owe anyone anything and if you don’t want to use your powers then that’s okay. We do need to do some training though. Just to make sure you’re in control of them, but we don’t have to tell anyone outside of the team if you don’t want to,” Natasha promises and you nod, throwing yourself into her arms as you sigh in relief.

“Thank you,” you whisper and you feel her sigh this time.

“There’s one more thing. You called me mom in there. I know that was all probably really mentally draining and I have no idea what kind of memories it triggered. I know it was an accident but-” it’s your turn to cut her off.

“It wasn’t an accident. I know you’re not legally my mom, but you’re the one who stepped up. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t there. I get it if it’s not okay with you, but I think of you as my mom,” you explain, wringing your hands as you wait for her response.

“It’s more than okay with me,” Natasha tells you, placing a hand over yours.

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The Blink of an Eye

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2532

Requested by anon: Can I request a nat x daughter!reader where r is adopted and discovers she has powers but tries to hide it from nat because she doesn’t think she’d be a good avenger? love your writing ♥️

“Y/n, come on!!! We’re gonna be late!” Peter’s voice startles you as you’re brushing your teeth. You glance at your phone and your eyes go wide. If you don’t leave in the next five minutes you’re totally screwed.

“I’m coming!” you yell back, sprinting out of your bathroom. You stumble a bit and somehow end up halfway down the hall. You pause for a second, looking between the bathroom door and the place you’re now standing. It’s a solid five yards but you don’t have time to try and figure out what the hell just happened. You have to get to school.

“Finally. You’re gonna get us detention,” Peter grabs your hand and tugs you to the door.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Peter,” Wanda is trying to stifle her laugh as the three of you make your way to the garage.

xxxxx

“Romanoff, that was amazing. It may even be a new school record,” your gym teacher tells you as you finish running the mile.

“Wait what? What was my time?” You’ve never been the fastest kid in class. You probably could be, but you hated running so you never really tried. You normally just keep it to an easy jog, or so you thought as you glance over your shoulder and notice you’ve left Peter in the dust. That shouldn’t have happened.

“5:32. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a high schooler run that fast, what’s your secret?” he asks, leaning closer to you as if you wouldn’t want the class to hear you, but they’re all still trying to finish their run at least a hundred yards behind you.

“It must just be all the training I do with my mom and her team,” you say with a shrug and a fake smile. You don’t train with your mom’s team. This doesn’t make sense.

Over the next few days you have more of what you can only describe as glitches. Random bursts of speed when you run that put you on the opposite side of the room faster than any human should be able to move. Now that you know what to look for you can see the world blur by you as you run. It doesn’t happen all the time and you have no idea how to explain it. People don’t just magically obtain superpowers. In your experience it was usually with the assistance of hydra, and the occasional radioactive spider but you haven’t gotten any bug bites recently and you don’t like the option that leaves you with.

Your memory of life before being adopted is hazy at best, a few flashes of people whose relation to you you can’t place and some doctors offices. A four year old found alone half a mile outside of a recently destroyed hydra base is nothing too suspicious. It was in a crowded community full of individuals who got caught in unfortunate circumstances. It wasn’t rare to find people living on the streets but when Natasha found you all alone she knew she couldn’t just leave you there. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but if you find out you came from within that hydra base? Well they might not see it as a coincidence anymore. Besides in your opinion, you’d be a crappy superhero so it’s better if nobody finds out. Yeah, you’ll just hide it. That’ll work.

xxxxx

It did not work.

Every day that passed you found it harder and harder to keep your secret. It seemed your powers, if you could even call them that, just kept getting stronger. And let’s just say you weren’t getting the hang of them anytime soon.

“Y/n, dinner!” you hear your mom call from down the hall and you jump up from your desk, you’ve been starving recently, maybe it has something to do with the new powers. You run for the kitchen, momentarily forgetting how bad of an idea that is. You see Clint walking in front of you and you panic. The world starts moving in slow motion as you realize you can’t stop. You turn a bit so you’ll miss him, digging your heels into the floor to try and slow down. It isn’t very effective and rather than you stopping yourself, you stop when you slam into Tony’s bookshelf, knocking it and all the books to the floor as you skid across the common room with them.

“Oh my god!” Tony yells, jumping several feet in the air at the noise

“Y/n are you okay?” your mom asks as she quickly makes her way over to you. You pull the books off your chest and sit up, smiling sheepishly at the group of avengers standing in front of you.

“Yeah. I just uh...tripped. Sorry about your books Tony. I’ll clean them up,” you wince as you look at the mess you caused.

“We don’t care about the books-”

“I care about the books!” Tony cuts in and Steve rolls his eyes before continuing.

“We care about you,” he finishes with a pointed look at Tony who nods.

“Oh uh, yeah. We care about you more. But I also like the books…” he trails off quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m clumsy,” you say with a shrug, pushing yourself up and stacking the books out of the walkway. Your mom looks at you and you can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she lets it go for now.

This isn’t gonna work for much longer.

xxxxx

“Y/n wake up! We have to go!” you wake up to Tony’s screaming and you jolt upright. The first thing you notice is there’s a haze of smoke throughout the room and it’s really warm.

“What’s happening?” you ask, wiping your eyes and trying to make sense of what’s happening.

“There was an explosion in the lab. The fire suppression system is down and the whole place went up, it's spreading and we need to get everyone out now,” he pulls you up from the couch and starts leading you out of the compound. As you’re both hunched under a cloud of smoke you can’t help but think for the hundreth time how stupid the floor plans of this building are. Tony wanted his lab close to the living quarters so he could get there quickly when he got inspiration in the middle of the night. You’ve lost count of how many times his lab accidents have woken you up at 3am and now your room is about to go up in a cloud of smoke.

“Thank God,” you mumble to yourself as you get outside. Glancing around you see Clint, Steve, and Bucky all doubled over on the lawn.

“You guys good?” Clint calls over.

“Yeah, you? Where’s everyone else?” you get nervous seeing less than half of the residents outside.

“Peter’s at home. Wanda, Sam, and Thor are on a mission. Banner’s still out of town, right?” Steve lists off and your blood runs cold.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s not with you guys?” Bucky asks and you turn to Tony who shakes his head.

“No, I just grabbed the kid and got out. I figured those with military grade training could look out for each other!” Tony yells and you run through your moms schedule. You can hear them arguing about whose responsibility it was to look for her as you realize it’s Wednesday. It’s laundry day meaning she was here, and it’s the afternoon so she’s probably folding it in her room. God, you were ten feet from her and you didn’t notice.

“She’s in her room.”

“Tony suit up and get her!” Clint yells, he sounds almost as desperate as you feel.

“My suit is in the lab, send one of the super soldiers in!” Tony screams back. You can feel the heat from the fire and you don’t even want to think about what it’s like inside the building right now.

“We don’t have time for this! I’ll go,” you step forward but Bucky grabs your arm.

“We’re not letting you go in there. You’ll die!” He yells and you rip your arm out of his grasp.

“If I don’t my mom dies!” With that you take off, at a normal speed at first, but quickly speeding up until you’re a blur. You stumble a few times, running into walls and fallen support beams scattered through the walkway. You haven’t quite got the hang of this yet. Every time you hit something you can feel your clothes start to burn and char, the heat making it all the way down to your skin. You ignore the pain and keep running, you need to get to your mom. After a few more mishaps and no more than three seconds you’ve made it to your moms bedroom. When you look around you see her coughing and trying to pull a fallen dresser off her leg, but she can’t quite get the leverage. Her eyes widen when she sees you.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells, desperate to keep you safe.

“I’m here to help, push on three,” you tell her, grabbing the dresser and counting down. After struggling for a few seconds you get it off of her. “Is your leg okay?”

“I’m fine, you need to go. I’ll catch up, just run,” she tells you as you help her up but you’re not leaving her.

“This is gonna be really weird, I’ll explain it later. I’m gonna pick you up,” you wrap her arm around your shoulder and reach down to lift her.

“What’s going on. What are you-” you cut her off.

“Mom! Just trust me. And you might want to close your eyes.” you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before taking off. There’s so much adrenaline surging through you you barely feel like you’re trying. Despite the seeming lack of effort on your part you weave your way out of the building quickly, stumbling towards the assembled group and setting your mom down.

“What the hell just happened?” Tony is the first to break the silence and you cough a few times, trying to get in a breath that no longer wants to enter your lungs.

“Is-is everyone out?” you stutter out. Your vision is starting to tunnel and you're not sure why.

“Yes. Everyone is out. Now tell us what the hell is going on!” To anyone else your mom may sound mad, but you recognize that tone of voice. She’s worried. You want to reassure her but standing is getting harder by the second.

“I’m really fast,” is all you manage to get out before your knees buckle and your vision goes dark.

xxxxx

“You couldn’t have picked another part of the compound to destroy? Our med wing is a lot comfier,” you say as you’re opening your eyes, you can hear Tony whispering to someone so you know he’ll hear you.

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness,” he teases back and you smile, pushing yourself and surveying the room of worried gazes.

“By the looks on your faces I’m going to assume my secret’s out?” you ask and they all nod, varying degrees of annoyance, anger, and concern appearing as you try to lighten the mood. “Great. What’s the damage?”

“You have some burns that are healing way faster than they should. You were pretty malnourished. We think whatever your powers are make you require more food. How long have you known?” your mom asks and you look at your hands. She has her face set in an emotionless mask and even after all these years you can’t tell what that look means, and that worries you.

“A month or so,” you tell her and she sighs.

“What’s the first time you remember something happening?” Bruce’s voice is gentle, ever the calm one in the storm and you replay the memories of appearing in different places in your head, trying to remember the first one.

“Five weeks ago. I was late for school and running down the hall and it was like a glitch. I blinked and I was on the opposite end. I just brushed it off as being tired or something,” you explain with a shrug.

“When you crushed everyone in the mile, that was this? Coach has been trying to get us to explain your training routine for weeks. I guess we’ll have to tell him it won’t help,” Peter says and you chuckle.

“I don’t train. Especially after I found this. Running has had some...unfortunate consequences.”

“You mean besides you being in this hospital bed?” your mom asks cooly and you wince.

“I don’t think I’d call saving your life an unfortunate consequence but to each their own I guess. I kinda meant running into book shelves and seeing everything move in slow motion. It’s pretty disorienting,” you explain softly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda’s voice is gentle. She can feel the stress coming from you and she desperately wants to calm you down.

“How would I even start that conversation? ‘Hey guys remember that random rescue mission where you picked up a civilian? Turns out it wasn’t a civilian. Please don’t arrest me. I swear I’m not trying to infiltrate the top secret government organization you all work for, I was just created in a lab by your enemy whose sole purpose is to destroy you by any means necessary. Haha so fun, anyway what’s for dinner?’ That didn’t seem too appealing.”

“What did you think we were gonna do? We know you y/n,” Steve says and your head snaps up.

“No you don’t! None of us know anything about me anymore! What we do know is what hydra is capable of! Who knows what kind of shit they did. For all I know I have a fail safe set up in my brain to make me do their bidding at the drop of a hat! They’re your greatest enemy, and I’m just some kid you found in an alley. There’s really only one choice here,” you start off yelling but by the end your voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re right. There is only one choice,” your mom speaks up for the first time in a while and you feel tears collecting in your eyes. “We start running tests. We see what they did to you and we find out if we can reverse it. We find out if you even want to reverse it and then we go from there. Either way you’re not alone. We’ve got you, no matter what.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth you’re throwing yourself into her arms and holding on for dear life. It feels like the weight of the world has just been lifted off of your shoulders and for the first time in weeks you can finally breathe.

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Be better

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 587

Requested by anon: Hi I really love your writing and if it's not too much of a bother I'd like to request something where the reader is Natasha's daughter and she swears in front of her mom for the first time and Natasha gets sort of mad? Thanks x

The sound of loud footsteps coming down your hallway makes you groan. You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30 in the morning. This early it can only be one of two people, and you really don’t think your girlfriend is coming to wake you up for school. You roll over, shoving your face into your pillows as the door to your bedroom opens.

“You’re gonna be late,” your mom’s voice draws another groan out of you. “I know, school is the worst thing ever, but you still have to go.”

“mmm fine,” you finally pull yourself up as she turns on the lights, causing you to close your eyes again and cover your face at the sudden brightness.

“Get dressed, drama queen,” your mom says with a chuckle as she leaves the room. You get up and quickly pull on clothes before trudging out to the kitchen. When you arrive you see Wanda sitting at the table and collapse into the chair next to her, leaning into her side.

“What’s up, darling? Are you doing okay?” Wanda asks and you let out a whine, burying your face in her neck as she shoots your mom a confused look.

“Sorry about her. She’s a bit grumpy this morning,” she informs your girlfriend with the roll of her eyes.

“Ah, I see,” Wanda nods as Tony and Steve walk in.

“What’s with Little Romanoff?” Tony gestures to you and you pull away from Wanda to glare at him.

“I’m not little anymore.”

“You’ll always be little to us, y/n. Anyway, what Tony was trying to ask was, are you okay?” Steve asks and you shake your head.

“School is too fucking early,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes.

“Y/n! In case you haven’t noticed we’re in the presence of just about every adult in your life!” Wanda whisper yells at you and you wince, fully waking up, very quickly.

“Watch your language, y/n,” your mom says and you look down at your hands before responding.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, glancing back up at your mom and Steve’s disapproving gazes while Tony tries to hide his laugh. “But in my defense I’m a teenager and I’ve grown up around Uncle Tony’s swearing. Can you really blame me?”

“Uncle Tony isn’t the best role model. And you’ve also grown up with Uncle Steve, who never curses,” your mom reminds you. “And I don’t expect you to just copy what everyone around you does. I expect you to be better than the people around you.”

“Uh, hey! I’m a great role model” Tony yells, putting a hand over his heart in mock offense.

“You describe yourself as a playboy and they’ve all been placing bets on when some random teenager is gonna show up here claiming to be your kid from a one night stand for as long as I can remember. Uncle Tony, I love you, but you can’t really blame her for not wanting me to turn out exactly like you,” you say with a shrug and an apologetic smile.

“Alright, that’s fair,” he concedes with a nod.

“Exactly. So, watch your language from now on, and get to school before you’re late,” your mom says sternly.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. We’re going,” you stand up, grabbing Wanda’s hand and pulling her along with you out of the kitchen.

“Have a good day, I love you!” Your mom calls and you poke your head back around the corner.

“I love you too, mom.”

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Alone

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Requested by anon: hey, could you write a natasha x daughter!reader where the daughter is really depressed and maybe she ods on pills or something and after the daughter ends up telling nat about her feelings (if that doesn’t make you feel uncomfy) thanks! i love your writing btw😁

Word count: 3.1k (longest one yet)

Trigger Warning: mentions of depression and suicide attempts. Please do not read this if it will trigger you

You trudge through the school hallway before first period, rubbing your eyes and trying your best to shut out the world. All you can see are the smiling faces of your classmates and it makes your heart sink even further down in your chest. All you want is to be happy like them, but all you have is forced laughs and fake smiles. You’re tired. Tired of pretending to be okay. Tired of feeling the way you do. Tired of being here. Nobody notices that though, you know how to hide your emotions well, maybe too well. You learned from the best, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your mom cry, so you won’t let anyone see you cry either.

You tug on the sleeves of your hoodie for what has to be the tenth time in as many minutes, pulling them down over your hands and not daring to let your wrists be seen. You let yourself be absorbed in the music blasting through your headphones as you get your books from your locker. A tapping on your shoulder pulls you back into reality. When you turn around Peter is standing behind you smiling, and you feel a small bit of joy and the sight of the sweet boy.

“Hey, y/n! What’s up? Are you doing okay?” Peter asks in that happy tone he always seems to have.

“Nothing much, and yeah. I’m good,” you say with a shrug, shoving the last of your books in your bag as the two of you head off towards class.

“Are you sure? You seem sad,” Peter says, softer this time. His smile is still there and you think maybe you could talk to him, but decide against it as you meet his eyes. His eyes, while full of joy, also show how tired he is. He’s living with his own secrets, and you won’t burden him with yours as well.

“Yeah Pete, I’m good. I just stayed up late studying,” you brush off his concern with a lie, not thinking much of it, it seems lying is all you do these days.

xxxxx

“Hey kid, how was school?” Tony’s voice startles you as you walk into the kitchen. You expected everyone to be off training but when you glance to your right you see half the team sitting at the table.

“Uh, it was fine,” you mumble, forcing a smile onto your face and walking to the fridge to avoid eye contact. The conversation behind you picks up again and you let out a sigh of relief, exhausted at the mere thought of putting on an act.

“Do you want to do something? We were saying it’s been a while since we’ve had a family day,” Steve says and you can tell he’s smiling before you even turn around.

“We were thinking about having a movie night,” your mom suggests and you take a breath, knowing she’ll see even the tiniest hint of a lie if you’re not careful.

“I can’t. I have a big test Monday, I’m going to be studying most of the weekend,” you tell them and you see the wheels turning in your mom’s head.

“I thought you had a big test this week?” Clint questions and you momentarily panic, you’ll need a new excuse soon.

“It’s Junior year, I guess they’re all big tests,” you shrug, seeing your escape and making your way towards the door, “have fun with your movie night.”

xxxxx

You’re sitting in your room a while later staring at nothing in particular when there’s a knock on your door. You snap out of your daze, calling for the person to come in.

“Hey, I didn’t see you in class today. I just wanted to check in,” Wanda says as she sits on your bed next to you, but leaving enough space to make sure you don’t feel cornered, she knows how nervous it makes you.

“Oh yeah, I wasn’t feeling chemistry today. I hid out in the library,” you say and she nods. You think the conversation is over but when you look over at her she has her brows furrowed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you go to brush her off again but she stops you, “don’t lie and say you’re fine, I know you’re not. These last few days, few months really, you’ve got this cloud around you. I can tell you’re sad, and so little of the old y/n shines through. Your emotions, the things you’re feeling, I feel it all and it’s like you’re screaming at me to help you. It’s like you’re disappearing right before my eyes, and I’m the only one who can see it. I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help.”

You stop for a moment. You’ve stumbled into another perfect opportunity. Wanda is sitting next to you, practically begging you to open up to her, and you almost do. Then you remember everything she’s been through. You remember the way she acted when she first moved in. She was barely a shell of a girl, her eyes held a sadness nobody should have to endure and she was so scared. She’s finally begun to be happy here, and you won’t be the one to drag her down again.

“It’s just school. I’ve got college applications coming up, I guess it’s stressing me out. You don’t have to worry about it, I’ll be okay,” you plaster a smile across your face and she sighs. She glances around your room, looking for an excuse to stay when she spots your guitar.

“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to play. Maybe you can teach me sometime?” you follow her gaze and pick up the instrument, brushing off the dust it’s collected from sitting untouched for months.

“Take it,” you hold it out towards her and she shakes her head.

“Y/n, I couldn’t-”

“Just take it. Someone should play it,” she stares at you and you nod. She gently takes it from your hand and you smile at her.

“You’ll talk to me, if you need me. Right?” Wanda pauses at your door.

“I’ll be okay,” you say, not quite lying but it seems to satisfy her and she gently closes the door behind her.

xxxxx

You look at the stack of papers on your desk, a list of everyone you’d want to say goodbye to. There’s almost a dozen notes all addressed to different members of your family, apologizing to them and explaining why you’re doing what you’re doing. You started out looking for a reason to stay but the more you stare at the notes the more you see how everyone has someone. Everyone except you.  

Steve finally got Bucky back, and they understand each other in ways you could never dream of. All you could ever be to them was an annoyance. Some kid from a time they didn’t understand.

Bruce and Tony, the science bros as you’ve been calling them since you were little, will keep on experimenting and inventing. They don’t need you wandering in and screwing up their lab equipment.

Thor has Valkyrie, and they’ve both been off-world for months anyway. They have their own people to watch over. They don’t need to worry about you too.

Wanda and Peter will take care of each other. Neither of them are strangers to loss, and they’ll pull each other through. All the great friendships come in pairs anyway, you’d just be a glorified third wheel.

Clint has a whole family to watch out for, and you’re nothing but a bad influence for his kids. A cautionary tale about paths not to go down. You know he’ll take care of your mom, they were family long before you came along. She’ll be better off without you to look out for. She’s the world’s greatest spy, she doesn’t need to be distracted trying to make sure you don’t screw up.

Everyone here will be fine without you, you can hear them all laughing in the common room right now, and you nod to yourself. It’s time.

You leave the light in your bedroom on as you step into the hallway. You close the door silently and glance to your right. The couches are crammed with everyone laughing and smiling in the dimly lit room. They fit perfectly, they don’t have room for one more. So you turn to your left, you can’t sneak into the elevator without one of them noticing you, so you take the stairs up one floor to the med wing.

You enter the room that held all the medicines, they never locked anything up here. You wonder if they’ll regret that as you look through the bottles of pills. You grab a bottle that’s labeled Benzo-something and decide it will work. You grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and make your way to the elevators. You tell Jarvis to take you to the roof and step out into the cool evening air a few moments later.

You take one last look at the New York skyline. You’ve always loved this view. You take off your jacket, and for the first time in months feel the cool breeze on your scarred arms. After a few moments you step back, sitting criss cross on the floor and opening the pill bottle. You pour a few tablets into your hand, silently wondering how many it will take to do the job. You tip the bottle again, pouring until your hand is nearly full, and decide that’ll be enough.

You’re calmer than you thought you’d be as you bring your hand to your mouth. You expected to cry, to feel scared, but you don’t. All you feel is the slight discomfort as you force the pills down your throat, then you just feel numb.

xxxxx

“Do you think we could convince y/n to join us?” Bucky wonders aloud as Steve pauses the movie.

“She’s been really down lately, it’s starting to worry me,” Tony says softly, that tone of voice is rare for him, and everyone agrees.

“She always wears these giant hoodies at school, even though it’s almost summer, like she’s trying to hide. She flinches away if you try to touch her arms. Whenever I ask if she’s okay she just makes up some lame excuse, I never want to push but I think maybe I should,” Peter joins in and a heavy silence falls over the room.

“I’m gonna go try and talk to her,” Nat says softly as she walks the few yards to your room. They all watch as she knocks a few times, entering when she hears no reply. There’s a few beats of silence before anything happens. “No no no.”

Your mom’s voice is barely above a whisper but they all know it’s bad. When she steps back out she’s holding a stack of papers. The look on her face is one that none of them have seen before, pure terror.

“What is that?” Steve asks as everyone jumps into action rushing to her side, but she can’t even form the words to tell them. Clint gently pulls the papers from her hands and skims through them. He swallows hard, trying to choke down the bile rising in his throat as everyone stares at him, waiting for an answer as to what could be found in a 16 year old’s room that scared the Black Widow.

“They’re suicide notes. There’s one addressed to each of us,” Clint says softly as Natasha grabs them back, rereading the words she knows will haunt her for the rest of her life. There’s a moment of silence before everyone starts talking at once.

“Where did she even go?” Wanda is the first to speak up, tears already streaming down her face.

“It’s a secure facility, she didn’t just disappear!” Tony says quickly, staring off into the distance as he runs through the short list of places you could be hiding.

“Everyone spread out and start looking!” Steve snaps everyone into action and they all scatter.

Nat is left alone, still frozen in front of your bedroom door as everyone fans out. She stares at the papers in her hands before she realizes where you are. She drops the papers, letting them flutter to the floor as she takes off towards the staircase. She takes the steps two at a time, making it to the roof in record time. You flinch as the door slams open and lazily roll over from where you’ve laid on the floor to look towards the sound.

“Oh, hi mom,” you flail your arm towards her in an attempted wave and she gasps at the state you’re in. Both the angry red marks covering your arms and the fact that you’re barely conscious scare her more than she thought possible. She can hear your breathing, ragged and slow and she feels more tears fall from her eyes.

“Y/n what did you do?” she yells, running towards you and picking up the mostly empty bottle of medicine.

“I want to go away,” you mumble, eyes drooping closed.

“No no no, you’re not going anywhere. Stay with me, love. I’ve got you, mommy’s here,” Natasha says as she lifts you into her arms. You groan as she jostles you, but you don’t protest anymore as you slowly drift off.

xxxxx

You hear a steady beeping and whispers as you wake up. You blink your eyes open and see a room packed full of people, all in various states of distress.

“Why would she do that? Why would…” Peter trails off. He has tear tracks down his face and his eyes are red. Tony’s sitting on his left with his arm around Peter.

“I don’t know kid,” he says softly, sniffling a bit.

“I knew she wasn’t okay. I should’ve done more,” Wanda’s eyes are trained on the floor and her face is emotionless as she sits on Peter’s right, gripping his hand tightly.

“You couldn’t have known-” Steve tries to reassure her but she cuts him off, standing up quickly and drawing all attention to her.

“I did know! I could feel how sad she was! What good are these stupid powers if I can’t do a fucking thing to help my best friend? I failed her,” Wanda now has tears streaming down her face and you can feel yourself tearing up.

“I didn’t want your help,” your voice is soft and scratchy, but everyone hears you and all eyes in the room quickly turn to you. “I didn’t want you to know that I was struggling. I didn’t want anyone to know. It’s not your job to take care of me.”

“Yes it is,” your mom says quickly. You try to argue but she raises a hand, causing you to stop. “I know you want to be independent but we’re your family. Of course it’s our job to take care of you. Everyone needs some help sometimes and you have every right to ask for it.”

“I’m not worth it. You don’t need me here,” you say with a shrug, wiping the tears of frustration from your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and stare down at them, refusing to look at your family.

“Yes we do. We all need you here and don’t think for a single fucking second that we don’t,” your moms voice cracks and you finally look up at her, seeing the tears streaming down her face.

“We all need you. Who else is gonna come remind me that sleep is a thing when I’ve been down in the lab for 28 hours straight?” Tony asks with a small smile.

“Yeah! And without you I would’ve flunked Calculus last semester, May would’ve killed me,” Peter says and immediately winces at his choice of words.

“She really would have,” you say, smiling a bit at his attempt to cheer you up.

“We all need you, y/n. You’re my best friend, the person I love most in this world. You’re all I have left, I don't know what I would do without you. You’re the only reason I made it through Pietro’s death. I never thought I’d be okay but you made sure I was. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you,” Wanda sits on your left side, gently taking your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the tears start rolling down your face. You look towards your mom again, hoping if she understands why you did it, she’ll forgive you. “I thought it’d be better for you all if I was gone. I’m just so sad all the time. Nothing I used to like is fun anymore and I just want everything to stop. It’s too much. I kept pushing through, but every reason to keep living just kept going away. You all have someone more important to you than me, so why should I stay? You’d all be okay.”

Your mom lets out a shaky breath as she brushes the hair out of your eyes, resting her hand against your cheek, “love, I would never be okay without you. When I brought you home all those years ago, you changed my life. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, and I’m so sorry I didn’t show you that. I will always be here for you, everyone in this room is always here for you. Please, please tell us next time you need help.”

You’re both sobbing at this point and you throw yourself into her arms, apologizing over and over and begging her to forgive you.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t think anyone would care. I’m sorry,” your words draw tears from everyone in the room.

“I know you didn’t want to hurt us, love. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you some help, okay?” your mom reassures you and you nod, burrowing deeper into her arms. Your whole family watches the interaction silently, wiping tears from their eyes and vowing to never let you feel this alone again.

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Ditching

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1284

Requested by anon: Can I request a Wanda X reader sneaking around in school to make out, and then getting in trouble for it,,,,,maybe Nat gets a little too harsh, and a lil angst,,,,,but it's up to you,,,,,have a nice day :))

A/N: hey y’all, I know I’ve been gone a few weeks and I appreciate you all being supportive of that. I’m gonna try to be around more from now on. I love you all and I hope you enjoy this one!

“Hey Wan,” you call to your girlfriend, pulling her to the side of the hallway as the bell rings

“Y/n, we’re gonna be late to class,” Wanda tries to be a good influence but there’s no real sense of urgency in her voice as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. She leans into you and you grin, pulling her closer by her belt loops.

“We’ve got a study period in English today anyway, and I know a much better way to entertain ourselves,” you tell Wanda, leaning in.

“Ahem!” A voice pulls the two of you apart and you see the principal standing behind you.

“Hey Mr. Chang,” you force a smile onto your face, but it doesn’t lessen the glare he’s sending you.

“Miss Romanoff. Miss Maximoff. This is the fourth time this month I’ve caught the two of you skipping this class. You know what this means, don’t you?” He asks and you wince.

“That you’ll warn us not to do it again and we’ll go to class?” You try and he shakes his head.

“It means I will be calling home. Y/n, I’ll be speaking to your mom and Wanda, I have Steve Rogers as your guardian so he will be hearing from me as well. Now, get to class. The next time I catch either of you skipping it will be 2 weeks detention, now go.” The two of you immediately turn and start speed walking to class.

“We’re dead,” Wanda sighs as you reach the classroom

“So dead.”

xxxxx

“I need you to listen to me y/n. I know you hate school right now. You’re 17 and that’s what you’re supposed to do, but you need to be there. Not just in the building but physically present in class. I understand that you want to spend time with your girlfriend, but her bedroom is two doors down from yours. You see each other enough without ditching your classes,” your mom yells in exasperation. You’re sitting on the couch in the common room, trying to sink into the cushions and wishing this conversation could’ve happened in private.

“Their bedrooms are two doors apart?” Clint says and your mom rolls her eyes.

“They were 15 when Wanda moved in and neither of them had come out. It seemed like being near another teenage girl would be a good way to make Wanda feel more comfortable here.”

“Well that worked out too well,” you glare at Clint and he raises his hands in surrender.

“Anyway! I know you sneak into each other’s rooms to see each other when you’re grounded or supposed to be doing homework, and I let that slide because for the most part you’re a good kid. But if you don’t start going to class all of that is going to stop real quick. We’ve stayed in this tower for so long because I know how much you like having a big family, but if you don’t shape up you’re gonna see how fast you and I can be in an apartment across town. Is that clear?” Your jaw drops.

“What? You can’t do that! These aren’t just your friends here, this is my family! I’ve lived here since I was 6! You can’t just pull me away from them!” You yell, jumping up from the couch, “that isn’t fair!”

“Calm down, y/n. I’m not removing them from your life indefinitely, but you need to have consequences. You’ve figured out how to sneak past every rule I’ve put in place and that is no longer okay. It’s time to shape up or ship out,” your mom has her arms crossed and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of leaving the tower. You refuse to cry in front of her, even if you can’t hold it in much longer. You won’t let her win like that so you turn on your heels and storm off to your room.

“Fine!” You yell, slamming the door behind you.

xxxxx

Hours later you're laying on your bed with a pillow held to your chest. Dinner has come and gone, but you’re not in the mood to see anyone. They haven’t dared to knock on your door, they know to leave you alone when you’re like this. You’re still sniffling softly, feeling sorry for yourself when you feel a warm energy around you. You’ve known how Wanda’s powers work long enough to know it’s her. Her own special way of cheering you up while also giving you your space, and you smile. She always knows what to do.

“I love you, Wanda,” you say to the empty room, knowing she’s sitting just outside, leaning up against the door. The door creaks open and you see her slowly entering the room. The nervous look in her eyes makes you laugh a bit as you wave her over, “I promise I won’t snap. It’s my mom I’m upset with, not you.”

“I’m sorry, love. I wish there was something more I could do. Maybe if I ask Tony to give me a room on a different floor-“

“No, Wan. You don’t need to do that,” you cut her off as she sits on your bed, pulling you towards her. “This isn’t your fault, I’ll sort it out myself”

Before Wanda can respond you see another figure in your doorway. Your face immediately twists into a scowl and Wanda moves to leave.

“You don’t have to go, I’d like to talk to both of you,” your face hardens a bit more at your mom’s words.

“Why? Are you gonna threaten her as well? Make her move out against her will?” You snap and your mom sighs.

“That’s not what I want, sweetheart. I don’t want to separate you two, but I don’t see what else to do at this point. You both deliberately disobey every rule I’ve given you, and I’m running out of options. When the school called me today they threatened suspension, and I know it doesn’t seem like it to you but that’s a big deal. I want you to have the chance to go to college or get a good job. I want you both to be able to do whatever you want, because I love both of you very much. And you won’t be able to do that if you keep screwing up and thinking it doesn’t matter,” your mom explains as gently as she can. “Moving out is a last resort, and I don’t want to do it either. You said it yourself, this is our family, but I have to put you first. I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“It’s not what’s best though. I get that you’re mad, and you have the right to be, but it’s not gonna help,” your voice is shaking and you’re clutching Wanda’s hand a bit tighter than is probably comfortable for her, but she lets you.

“Alright, then we find another solution. I just need you to talk to me, okay? We’re not going to get anywhere if you shut me out,” your mom’s voice is gentle and you nod, wiping the tears that have been clouding your vision.

“I promise I’ll talk to you, just please don’t make me move out,” your voice is barely audible, but she hears you loud and clear.

“I can work with that,” she tells you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry we’ve been screwing up. I promise we’ll try to be better,” Wanda says softly, you can hear the guilt clearly in her voice. Your mom smiles at the two of you and nods.

“That’s all I ask.”

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Be Better

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 580

Requested by anon: Hi I really love your writing and if it's not too much of a bother I'd like to request something where the reader is Natasha's daughter and she swears in front of her mom for the first time and Natasha gets sort of mad? Thanks x

The sound of loud footsteps coming down your hallway makes you groan. You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30 in the morning. This early it can only be one of two people, and you really don’t think your girlfriend is coming to wake you up for school. You roll over, shoving your face into your pillows as the door to your bedroom opens.

“You’re gonna be late,” your mom’s voice draws another groan out of you. “I know, school is the worst thing ever, but you still have to go.”

“mmm fine,” you finally pull yourself up as she turns on the lights, causing you to close your eyes again and cover your face at the sudden brightness.

“Get dressed, drama queen,” your mom says with a chuckle as she leaves the room. You get up and quickly pull on clothes before trudging out to the kitchen. When you arrive you see Wanda sitting at the table and collapse into the chair next to her, leaning into her side.

“What’s up, darling? Are you doing okay?” Wanda asks and you let out a whine, burying your face in her neck as she shoots your mom a confused look.

“Sorry about her. She’s a bit grumpy this morning,” she informs your girlfriend with the roll of her eyes.

“Ah, I see,” Wanda nods as Tony and Steve walk in.

“What’s with Little Romanoff?” Tony gestures to you and you pull away from Wanda to glare at him.

“I’m not little anymore.”

“You’ll always be little to us, y/n. Anyway, what Tony was trying to ask was, are you okay?” Steve asks and you shake your head.

“School is too fucking early,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes.

“Y/n! In case you haven’t noticed we’re in the presence of just about every adult in your life!” Wanda whisper yells at you and you wince, fully waking up, very quickly.

“Watch your language, y/n,” your mom says and you look down at your hands before responding.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, glancing back up at your mom and Steve’s disapproving gazes while Tony tries to hide his laugh. “But in my defense I’m a teenager and I’ve grown up around Uncle Tony’s swearing. Can you really blame me?”

“Uncle Tony isn’t the best role model. And you’ve also grown up with Uncle Steve, who never curses,” your mom reminds you. “And I don’t expect you to just copy what everyone around you does. I expect you to be better than the people around you.”

“Uh, hey! I’m a great role model” Tony yells, putting a hand over his heart in mock offense.

“You describe yourself as a playboy and they’ve all been placing bets on when some random teenager is gonna show up here claiming to be your kid from a one night stand. Uncle Tony, I love you, but you can’t really blame her for not wanting me to turn out exactly like you,” you say with a shrug and an apologetic smile.

“Alright, that’s fair,” he concedes with a nod.

“Exactly. So, watch your language from now on, and get to school before you’re late,” your mom says sternly.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. We’re going,” you stand up, grabbing Wanda’s hand and pulling her along with you out of the kitchen.

“Have a good day, I love you!” Your mom calls and you poke your head back around the corner.

“I love you too, mom.”

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Worthy

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 851

Requested by anon: The Avengers discovering that Little Widow is worthy enough to lift Thor's hammer, and its kind of hilarious because shes so small.

A/n: I wrote this entirely at 4am so I apologize for any errors

The Avengers hold a lot of parties that you were not allowed to attend. You can usually hear them from your room. Hell, half of New york can usually hear them, but you stayed away. You often had friends sleep over while they were happening, MJ helped make the living quarters seem less deserted while the music blared several floors below. Your mom always said you couldn’t come because they happened so late but you knew the real reason. You’ve been woken up by their drunken antics enough times to know how wasted they get at every party, and your mom doesn’t want you to see that. You and MJ spend plenty of time laughing at their failed attempts to act sober in the common room at 3am, but you humor her anyways.

They make sure to have times you can hang out with them as well and tonight was one of those nights. You were sitting on the floor in front of the DVD case with your legs crossed trying to pick the movie. You had all of the streaming services, but you’re also convinced Tony had every DVD ever made so you always checked there first.

“Hey, Cap. You’ve got the popcorn, right?” Tony calls as he enters the common room. You glance up from the notebook in your hands to watch the exchange.

“Yeah, Tony I got it. You’ve only reminded me a hundred times,” Steve says with an eye roll before looking at you, “what movie are we watching tonight?”

“Oh, right!” you look back down to his list. You’ve made it your personal mission to make sure he actually gets through the endless list of movies he’s been given over the years, “Back to the Future.”

“Best movie ever made,” Tony says as he claims the recliner.

“What’s it about?” you ask and his jaw drops.

“Natasha! How have you never shown your kid Back to the Future!” Tony yells at your mom who has just come in and you look to her for help.

“You realize I didn’t have much of a childhood, right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it either,” she tells him as she sits on the floor to help you find the movie on the shelf. She pulls it out after a few moments and the two of you stand to move to the couch.

“Both of you sit down, we’re educating you right now,” Tony says and you cross your arms.

“We have to wait for everyone else!” you argue, refusing to hand over the disc.

“We’re here!” Clint calls as he enters, followed shortly by Bruce.

“There, Thor can catch up later. He’s always late anyway,” Tony says and you sigh. You always try to make him wait, but you can't really argue with him on that one.

“Looks like Thor reserved his spot though,” Steve says, gesturing to the hammer in the center of the couch and Clint groans.

“That’s so unfair! He can’t be late and still get the best seat,” Clint says and you look at everyone. They all look upset and that only confuses you more.

“Why don’t you just move it?” you ask walking over to pick it up.

“Kid you can’t-” Steve stops talking as you pick it up with ease.

“What? It isn’t that heavy” your whole family is staring in shock and you shrink under their gaze.

“Why are you all so quiet?” Thor asks as he walks in and you shrug.

“They all got really quiet when I moved your hammer. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to touch it. I’m really sorry,” you say, holding the hammer out to him and he just laughs.

“Young y/n, I always knew you’d be worthy one day, I just didn’t know it would be so soon,” he says and you tilt your head to the side.

“What does that mean?” you ask quietly and your mom moves to stand next to you.

“Thor’s hammer has a spell on it-”

“Like magic? You’re kidding right?” you interrupt her and she laughs softly.

“Yeah like magic, that kind of stuff isn’t just make believe on Asgard. You can only lift it if you're worthy of the power. None of the guys could lift it, so they’re surprised that you can. It means you’re strong,” she explains and your eyes light up.

“Even stronger than Uncle Steve?” you ask and the rest of the room breaks out of their surprise to laugh at your joke.

“It means you're strong in here, y/n,” Thor taps a finger to your chest, above your heart. “To be worthy of wielding Mjölnir you have to have a strong heart. To be worthy you must have only pure intentions, and a desire for good.”

“Well, you just described that kid to a t,” Steve says and you smile up at him.

“Here’s your hammer back, Uncle Thor,” you reach up to give it to him and he grins.

“I’ll hold onto it for now, but something tells me that when you’re older I may just have to give it back to you.”

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Part Of the Family: Part 11

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 1   Part 12

Word Count: 1074

“You doing okay?” Wanda asks as you adjust your sling.

“Yeah, I just wish this didn’t hurt so much,” you say with a grimace. “ I know I heal faster but gunshot wounds to the chest still take some time I guess.”

“You’ll get there, y/n. Just give it some time.”

“I’m gonna run to my locker really quick before class, I’ll catch up with you at lunch,” you say before you part ways.

“Look what we have here,” Flash says from behind you. He slaps his hand on your shoulder in what could be perceived as a friendly gesture but you groan in pain.

“What the hell man!” you yell and he smirks.

“Can’t fight me now, can you?”

“I’ve still got another arm, douchebag,” you growl but when you pull back he jabs his finger into your chest. You yell out and stumble back.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he takes a step towards you but he’s thrown back so hard he hits the lockers on the other side of the hallway.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Peter practically growls and Flash has the sense to take a step back. It doesn't matter though, because seconds later Peter is pouncing on him.

“Are you alright?” MJ asks and you nod, looking at where Peter is demolishing Flash, and she helps you stand up.

“We gotta stop him,” you say as she pulls her face towards her to make sure you’re really okay. “MJ we gotta stop him.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” she gestures towards them and you see Peter and Flash pinned to opposite walls with red mist.

“Are we okay here?” Wanda asks and you make your way over to Peter who is still glaring at Flash.

“Hey, look at me,” you grab his face and force him to avert his gaze. “I’m okay, you need to let him go.”

“He deserved it,” Peter says, wiping the blood from his split lip.

“He did, but you gotta know when to walk away. Alright, kid?”

“I’m only six months younger than you,” Peter grumbles and you ruffle his hair playfully.

“Exactly. You’re the kid brother I never had,” you tease. Meanwhile Wanda, Flash, and MJ are having their own conversation.

“If you ever touch her again, you’re dead,” MJ growls in his face, making eye contact with the one that isn’t swollen shut.

“She warned you. We let you get away with this crap for far too long, and you mess with any of us again, I won’t stop him. Now leave us the hell alone,” Wanda finishes and Flash nods before scrambling off.

xxxxx

“What did you do?” Tony asks as he walks into the principal's office. It has way too many people in it at the moment. You look around, both your parents, Tony, May, and MJ’s parents all stand around the room while the four kids sit in chairs facing the principal’s desk.

“Sir, this is really more of a formality. Mr. Thompson has been harassing these four for months. In all honesty I am proud of the restraint they have shown thus far. But having several super powered children in my school, they must remain controlled. None of them are in trouble, and I am sure this will not become a regular occurance,” he says with a pointed glance at you.

“It won’t sir,” you say with a nod.

“She’s right. I’m really sorry sir. He just took it too far this time,” Peter says. The poor boy is almost in tears over the whole thing. You place a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down just as MJ takes your other one.

“You’re right son, he did take this too far. Ms Romanoff, Mr Rogers,” your principal says and you and Wanda try to hide your laughs under fake coughs. Your dad just rolls his eyes at his name being the punchline. “I’m afraid y/n’s stitches seemed to have been opened. Our nurse wasn’t equipped to handle her physiology. We’ve done the best we can.”

“We got the bleeding under control, Dr. Cho just needs to close it back up,” Wanda explains, gesturing to your shirt that has blood soaked through it.

“Thanks kid,” your mom says with a smile towards the girl, “now I assume we’re free to go?”

“Yes of course,” the principal says quickly, more than ready to get the Avengers out of his office.

“We need to get Jr to the compound, you’re all welcome to spend the day there if you’d like, lord knows your kids have made themselves at home,” Tony says to MJ’s parents and May.

“I have to get back to work, but thank you,” May snags, MJ’s parents agree before you all part ways.

xxxxxx

“Okay kids,” Your mom says as you all sit around the med bay. “What happened?”

“Flash went too far,” Wanda says lowly, it’s rare to see the normally calm girl so angry. Her eyes flash red for a moment, and you’re suddenly glad you’re no longer at school.

“He uh, he hurt y/n. I stopped him. I may have gone too far as well,” Peter says, eyes cast to the ground.

“In my opinion you didn’t go far enough,” you squeeze MJ’s hand in an attempt to calm her down.

“He pushed me a bit and poked at my stitches, I can’t really fight back right now. He always goes for the easy target and for once that was me,” you explain to the adults whose faces all have varying degrees of displeasure on them.

“While I’m not happy about the violence, I do appreciate you all looking out for my daughter and each other,” your dad says and you all nod.

“We’re the odd men out out there. We look like easy targets,” Peter says with a shrug.

“It sucks being an Avenger at school sometimes. They either think we’re Gods that walk on water or freaks who need to be feared. Our only option is to stick together and show everyone they don’t wanna mess with us, or we’d get into a lot more fights than we already do,” Wanda laughs slightly as she finishes.

“Damn. The kids might need to give us a lesson on teamwork. Sounds like they’ve got it down,” Tony says and you all smile.

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[slowly-writing]

Part Of the Family: Part 9

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 1 Part 10

Word Count: 1421

“Would you two stop being all cuddly over there? I’m trying to watch a movie here,” Clint says and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t see you yelling at Tony and Pepper! They’re just as cuddled up as we are!” You argue pulling MJ closer to you.

“They’re in a real relationship, you’re gross teenagers who won’t admit their feelings,” Clint says and you smirk.

“Leave my girlfriend and I alone and watch the movie, would ya?” you say and suddenly all attention is on you.

“Did you finally ask her out?” Tony says and you just roll your eyes.

“Yes, now you can stop teasing me all the time.”

“Oh, Jr, that’s never going away,” Clint says and you groan.

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” your mom says and you smile, before she turns her attention to MJ, “but if you ever hurt her-”

“Yes we know!” you cut her off, “I have a very scary family of superheroes and you all want to threaten her, but we’re going to skip that part because I love her and I refuse to let any of you psychos scare her off now.”

“I love you too,” she says and you smile down at her, kissing the top of her head. “And for the record, I will do everything I can not to hurt her.”

“Now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way, please pay attention to the movie,” you beg, knowing they’ll all find another tangent to go off on within the next five minutes.

xxxxx

“That’s it. I’m setting a new rule. You two are not allowed to be all gross and coupley anymore! You seriously need to get a room!” Peter says and you look around.

“Huh, that’s funny, I could’ve sworn this was MY BEDROOM! What are you even doing here?” You ask, refusing to remove your arms from around MJ’s waist, mainly out of spite.

“I was walking by and my eyes were assaulted! At least close the door,” Peter argues and you're about to throw a pillow at his head when your dad appears behind him.

“I know you’re not suggesting my 16 year old daughter spends her time with her girlfriend behind closed doors, Parker,” your dad says and you roll your eyes.

“The door is open dad, you are dismissed from your overprotectiveness. Peter, if you don’t wanna see it, stay away from my room. Don’t make me throw you out a window!” you yell, your dad chuckles and walks away, leaving the three of you to your bickering.

“Seriously, Parker. Are you jealous or something? Just because you haven’t asked Liz out yet-” MJ is cut off by Peter shooting a web at her face. You’re a step ahead of him and you block it with your shield that was sitting by your bed.

“You’re dead Parker,” his eyes go wide and he takes off but you’re right on his trail. MJ runs after the two of you as you chase each other around the tower. “Get back here!” you yell after him.

“Guys calm down! It’s not that big of a deal!” MJ yells after you. “No! Y/n put him down!”

“What’s going on out there?” Natasha asks and MJ slides to a stop in front of the kitchen door.

“Peter shot a web at me and now y/n’s yelling about throwing him out a window, I think I might be a little out of my element here. Superhero fights are a bit above my paygrade,” she says and Natasha just laughs.

“Have a seat, they’ll tire themselves out soon enough. Y/n always wanted siblings, she won’t admit it but she loves this kind of stuff with Peter,” she says and MJ shakes her head.

“Coulda fooled me.”

xxxxx

You’re on the couch with MJ when the team walks in, you immediately roll your eyes, knowing what’s about to happen.

“Leave room for Jesus, you two. This is a shared space. You heard the rule the kid made,” Clint says and you smirk.

“Don’t worry, people, I have a permit,” you say, handing a tiny piece of paper to the person closest to you, who happens to be Wanda.

“This just says ‘I do what I want’,” she says and you nod.

“Yep, now leave us alone,” you say and she rolls her eyes.

xxxxxx

“What are you two doing?” you ask, trying to hold back your laughter enough to get a few words out as you see Peter flailing around and Wanda trying her best to follow along.

“I’m teaching Wanda renegade!” Peter yells happily and it’s impossible not to double over laughing.

“He said it was an important part of American culture,” she says and you smile at her innocence.

“Come on y/n! This could go viral!” Peter says and you pause.

“I’ve got an idea.”

xxxxx

“Y/n, Peter, Wanda! Can you three come in here please?” You hear Tony call and the three of you jog into the living room where most of the team is standing.

“Uh oh. They assembled the Avengers, we’re in trouble now,” you whisper to Wanda who smacks your arm as you look at the adults staring at you.

“Why is there a video of the three teenage superheroes flailing their arms around circulating the internet?” your dad asks and you see Peter getting nervous. The poor kid has too much anxiety for his own good.

“It’s a dance thing. We thought it’d be cool to do it in our suits. It blew up pretty big too,” you say with a grin and Tony shakes his head.

“You can’t be doing stuff like this!” He says and you raise an eyebrow.

“Why not?” you ask and he sputters.

“Because it could expose your identities!”

“Everyone knows who Wanda and I are, and Pete was wearing his mask,” you say raising an eyebrow, “you’re just jealous we’re getting all the attention!”

“What-no- I’m not!” he sputters and you grin.

“We can teach you too. Imagine how much that’d blow up!” you turn to Wanda and Peter who are both grinning.

“No, y/n. We are not making a dance video-” your mom says and you cut her off.

“Yes we are!” you grin, clapping your hands, “everyone suit up, meet in the training room in 15!”

xxxxx

Hours later you, Wanda, and Peter collapse on the floor in exhaustion.

“Fighting off robots was easier,” Wanda sighs and you nod.

“Let’s never do that again,” Peter says.

“Agreed.” You and Wanda respond in unison. You groan as your phone rings, rolling over to grab it, you put it on speaker, too tired to move your arms enough to hold it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Babe, are you aware that you just broke the internet?” MJ asks over the phone.

“We did?” you ask softly.

“A bunch of superheroes dancing in perfect sync like it’s nothing? Everyone loves it.”

“It was not nothing. I feel like I guest took down all of Hydra. I’m sleeping on the floor of the training room right now,” you groan as she laughs on the other end of the line.

“I’ll come save you,” she says and you smile.

“The door code is my birthday,” you say and she acknowledges you before cutting the line.

xxxxx

“You guys are a mess. Earth’s mightiest heroes taken down by a dance video? The world is in trouble,” MJ teases and you all groan.

“You try teaching a bunch of old people to dance.”

“I think y/n’s dad almost gave her back to hydra,” Wanda says and you nod.

“You should see the behind the scenes,” you say sliding her your phone.

“No, Clint you’re moving too fast!” Wanda yells.

“Dad, you’re going too slow, it's not 1940 anymore!” you argue and he rolls his eyes

“The old jokes are getting a little ridiculous, y/n,” he says and you roll your eyes this time.

Tony, apparently tired of the distractions, or maybe just wanting to start a fight,  shoots a laser at you which you deflect with your shield, only for it to cut the cord of the punching bag. Wanda throws it with her powers before it can fall on top of Clint and it hits the weight rack. Peter catches the flying weights with his webs, knocking over the phone until all you can see is the ceiling.

“I told you all this was a bag idea,” your mom’s voice sounds from off camera.

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Part of the Family: Part 8

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 1  Part 9

Word Count: 2635

You’re still feeling antsy later that night and you can’t fall asleep. You had texted MJ for a while, but it was late and you didn’t want to keep her up all night. You decided to grab a snack around 1am and saw the TV in the common room was still on. You walk in to turn it off only to see your mom sitting on the couch. She’s staring off in a daze, obviously not watching the movie that’s playing in front of her.

“Hey mom?” You call softly, drawing her attention. “Is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, everything’s fine sweetheart,” she smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I can tell something’s wrong, you don’t have to tell me what it is but I can sit with you, if that’s alright?” She smiles, a bit more genuinely this time, and pats the spot next to her.

“I’ll always say yes to time with my favorite teenager,” she says and you chuckle softly. She wraps her arm around your shoulder and you sit in silence for a while. You’re half paying attention to the weird action movie when her voice draws your attention. “We had a really hard time on that mission.”

“In Sokovia? What happened?” You ask and you feel her arms tighten around you.

“A lot. It got really bad. I didn’t think we were gonna make it out.” You stiffen slightly and look up at her to see her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I thought it was over, and all I could think about was that I was leaving you alone again. Wanda, she has these powers. She made us see things, our greatest fear I guess. She didn’t know what she was doing, she thought she was on the right side. But I saw you. You were all alone again and scared and then it almost happened. One mission and you almost lost your whole family in one fell swoop.”

“I wouldn’t have made it,” you say softly as her tears start to fall.

“I like to think you would. But these missions…they’re not a joke, y/n. Things get dangerous really fast. All you want to do is help, use the gifts you have for good, and I love you for it. Seeing your face when you came back from that first mission, I think that was the proudest moment of my life. Knowing that my daughter was so happy to be able to help people, I like to think I did something right to help you become that way. In that moment, all I wanted to do was send you on every mission that I could, see that joy in your eyes and see the good you could do in this world,” she smiles at you as she wipes the tears.

“So many of our missions are running in and out of bases with barely anybody there. We knock a few people out, grab what we need, and leave with barely a scratch. I forget how dangerous this job is but then I go on missions like this and I remember what we’re really up against. I remember it’s not always Hydra agents who think they’re saving the world or stupid kids who think on the right side of the fight they know nothing about. It’s people who are truly evil, people who want to destroy this world and will go right through us to do it. I remember why I didn’t want you to go on missions in the first place.” Her voice cracks and you take her hand.

“When we decided to go down with the ship… I hated myself for leaving you alone, but it was okay. Because at least you weren’t there. None of us were coming home, but you weren’t part of that. You’d make it out. That’s why I don’t want you out there. I need you to be okay.” She finishes and you sit in silence for a few moments before you respond.

“I know you want me to stay safe, mom. And I get it, but that isn’t a choice I can really make anymore. I was talking to dad earlier, about what these…powers I guess, have taken from me, and it’s a lot. I can’t be normal anymore and that sucks. If I could flip a switch and get rid of them, sometimes I think I would. But I can’t, so here we are.” You say softly.

“By any semblance of logic I shouldn’t be here. Some scientists in a lab decided to play God and I’m the product of it. That shouldn’t have happened, but it did. I somehow got here and got in a position where I can do a lot of good. And that’s a really scary spot to be in. I think all of us can agree on that. No matter what the moment was, we all had a moment where we questioned if we were right for this job. If we were good enough to be what people think we are,” you say, trying to put into words the thoughts that have been swirling around your head since Fury showed up all those years ago.

“None of us know when our time is going to come. I could walk outside tomorrow and get hit by a car, and that could be it. Well… I don’t think a car could do it, a train maybe,” you joke and you hear your mom laugh lightly. “My point is, we don’t know what’s waiting for us, but we do know we can do a lot of good before it comes. I didn’t ask for these powers, but I got them, and when you can do the things that we can do and you don’t, and then bad things happen, they happen because of you.”

“When did you get to be so smart?” Your mom teases and you smile, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I had the smartest Avenger as a mother, a little was bound to rub off on me.” She smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“You going out there still really scares me,” she says softly and you smile.

“It scares me too. Anytime any of us put on our suits and walk out the door I’m afraid of what’s waiting. But if we let that fear stop us, then those guys win. We can’t stop everyone, and one day one of us is bound to go down. It’s just statistics. We can only cheat death so many times before it catches up. But if they don’t go through us, they’re going to go through a lot of innocent people who can’t do anything to stop it. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen.”

“I get it, I’ll let you go on the next mission,” your mom says and you laugh. “I love how much you care. Never let go of that, love.”

“I’ll do my best.”

xxxxx

“Hey Wanda, so as you saw I kinda don’t have my bike anymore and therefore I can’t drive us to school today,” you say sheepishly at breakfast the next morning. “It’s like 5 miles, we can jog there if we leave soon, get some extra conditioning in? I don’t really know if your powers work that way but-”

“That sounds good to me,” she cuts you off with a smile and you nod, calming yourself down a bit. Maybe it’s the leftover emotions from the day before, a lot happened, but you’re still really antsy.

“Hey mom? Can you pick us up after school? I don’t wanna make MJ walk that far,” you ask her and she pauses.

“How long have you been driving her around on that bike without a helmet?” she asks and you wince.

“Since...uh, since you started letting me drive it to school,” you say softly and she rolls her eyes.

“Seriously, y/n? And you never got pulled over?” she asks in disbelief.

“Well…I may have gotten pulled over once but when the cop saw the last name on my license he apologized and let me go?” you say and Tony immediately starts laughing.

“He apologized?” he asks through his laughter and you nod.

“Perks of the entire NYPD respecting the hell out of your parents and also being simultaneously terrified of both of them.”

“So, really this is your fault,” Tony says to your parents who both glare.

“How is that our fault, Stark?” Steve asks.

“Well, you’re the ones who adopted the kid and made her famous,” Tony says and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Not like we had much of a choice. We avoided it for as long as we could,” she says and you furrow your brow.

“I’m going to choose to ignore how much that makes it sound like you regret adopting me,” you say softly and your mom immediately jumps up and walks over to you.

“No, y/n. That is not at all what I meant. I was talking about everybody knowing who you are. I have never for a second regretted adopting you, okay? I love you so much.” You nod at her.

“I guess you couldn’t have dad carry me away from movie theaters forever. Anyways, about that ride?” you ask, wanting to change the subject and she smiles apologetically.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I leave for a mission in a few hours,” she says and you nod looking at Clint.

“I’m going with her,” he says and you sigh.

“Dad? Can you pick us up?” you ask.

“Sorry, doll. I have a meeting with Fury this afternoon.”

“Tony?” he shakes his head.

“Bruce?” He makes a similar gesture and you groan.

“There’s 800 people living in this tower and not one of them can pick me up from school?” you hear Wanda laughing and you glare before she covers it with a fake cough.

“You run a 2 minute mile and bench press 600 pounds. Pick her up and run here, lazy,” Clint says and you roll your eyes.

“I may just do that,” you say getting up to leave.

xxxxx

“Hey, how are you doing today?” MJ asks as you jog up to school and you smile and pull her into your arms.

“Is it too cheesy if I say better now that you’re here?” you ask and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes. It is much too cheesy, so don’t say it,” she says, but you can see how she’s smiling slightly.

“Got it,” you say softly before heading inside. When you walk through the doors you see Flash standing in front of Peter and you immediately glare. You’re getting really sick of his games. You see Flash push him and Peter stumbles into a row of lockers, trying not to give away his powers. In reality it probably had very little effect on him, but that’s not the point. You storm over and grab the straps of Flash’s backpack, slamming him against the lockers he just pushed Peter into. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t beat the shit out of you right now, Thompson,” you growl and his eyes go wide. “Please, you always have something to say so why don’t you tell me why you deserve to walk free after how you’ve been treating Peter? That kid has been nothing but kind to everybody here, so tell me, why should you get away with how you treat him?”

“Y/n it’s okay,” you hear Peter saying next to you but you don’t back off.

“You see that? Even after the way you treat him he still comes to your defense,” you say, your voice dangerously quiet as you push him harder into the lockers. He’s too afraid to even speak.

“Y/n, calm down,” you feel MJ put a hand on your shoulder and you exhale slowly.

“If I EVER catch you messing with him again, you and I are gonna be right back here. And you won’t be walking away next time. Do I make myself clear?” you say and he nods, “I said do I make myself clear!”

“Yeah-yes. I’ll leave him alone,” he says and you hold him for a second, trying to convince yourself to let him go.

“Good. Now stay the hell away from my family,” you say, dropping him after a few seconds and he immediately runs away. You turn around and see everyone in the hallway staring at you and your breathing starts to pick up again. Your eyes flit around until you find the familiar brown ones that never fail to calm you down.

“What do you need?” MJ asks quietly as your eyes meet.

“I need to get out of here. Now.” She nods her head and grabs your hand, leading you towards the bathroom and closing the door behind you. You immediately sink down against the wall, pulling your knees up to your chest and holding your head in your hands, trying to control your breathing.

“Hey, look at me,” your eyes shoot up to where MJ is crouched in front of you. “Just take deep breaths with me, slow deep breaths. There you go, you’re okay y/n. Everything’s okay,” you let her voice calm you down as you catch your breath.

“Okay, I’m okay,” you say, moving to get up but she takes your hand.

“Just take a minute, there’s no rush. Just give yourself a minute to calm down,” you nod your head and she sits with you until you’re ready to go to class.

xxxxx

“You’re kidding me, right?” MJ asks and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“You wanna walk 5 miles?” she shakes her head, “Didn’t think so, hop on.”

“This is ridiculous,” MJ says as you crouch to give her a piggyback ride. You had put your homework in Wanda’s bag and stashed yours in your locker so it didn’t get in the way.

“Well it’s our only option until I get my bike back, speaking of there’s a motorcycle shop on the way home, can we stop and buy a new helmet?” you ask and they both agree.

Twenty minutes later you’re slowing to a stop in front of the tower, “see it wasn’t that bad!”

“Everyone was staring!” MJ argues and you roll your eyes.

“I’m Black Widow and Captain America’s kid. People stare at us no matter what we’re doing.”

“Whatever,” MJ says taking the black helmet out of your hands, “I’ll give this back to you next week, okay?”

“Uh, sure. Why?” you ask a little confused.

“You’ll see,” she says with a smirk and you just shrug before unlocking the door.

xxxxx

“I finally got the bike back,” you say, spinning the keys around your finger, “you don’t have to be embarrassed anymore.”

“About damn time,” MJ teases pushing off your locker, the new helmet in hand. “I brought your helmet back.

“Oh no, you can have the new one, I’ll take the old one,” you offer and she rolls her eyes.

“Stop being chivalrous for five seconds and look at it, Romanoff-Rogers,” she says shoving it towards you. You turn it over in your hands and see your shield on the back.

“You painted this?” you ask and she nods with a grin. You smile at her briefly before pulling her by the waist and crashing your lips into hers. She freezes for a second before placing her hand on your neck and kissing you back.

“Finally!” Peter yells and you pull away.

“You have really shit timing Parker,” you groan before looking down at MJ.

“I guess that means you like it?” she says with a smile and you grin.

“I love it,” you say before pulling her in again.

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Just Like You

Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader

Word count: 876

Requested by: @kiernan-space

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When Natasha first brought you home you had a very quiet demeanor. You were obviously scared of most of the things in your new environment. The Avengers tower is scary for a little kid, so she really couldn’t blame you, but she did everything she could to make you comfortable. You didn’t talk very much, but you tried your hardest to show Natasha how grateful you were for everything she did. You would follow her around the tower like her little shadow, playing with the jump ropes in the corner of the training room as she exercised. When she had meetings in  the conference room you would either play with the spinning chair next to her or, if you were feeling particularly clingy that day, just curl up in her lap as she talked.

You were still shy around the other members of her team, always latching onto Natasha’s hand when they were around, but you had stopped hiding behind her and she thought that was good progress. You were no longer scared of their presence, you just needed your mom with you. Steve quickly learned how to make you laugh by making faces across the table at breakfast and you often dragged Natasha down to Tony’s lab, giggling at the funny hats he put on his robots. Natasha had smiled at the fact that that was a much more common occurrence now that you were around, and she knew it was because Tony had a soft spot for you. You hadn’t spoken to any of them yet, and Natasha rarely heard your voice, but if she could make you smile she’d call it a good day.

“What do you want to do today, y/n,” Natasha asks on a rare free Saturday, she only gets a shrug in response but she wasn’t expecting anything else. “How about we go to the mall? We can go shopping and maybe get some ice cream, how does that sound?”

You smile up at her and nod, and her heart melts at the sight.

xxxxxx

The two of you have been wandering through the mall for a while when you spot the ice cream shop. You pull on Natasha’s hand and point towards it.

“You want some ice cream, sweetheart?” she asks and you nod, “Okay, let’s go.”

When you enter the shop Natasha picks you up, settling you on her hip so you can see all of the options. You point towards the display, smiling at Natasha.

“You want chocolate?” she asks and you nod before settling your head on her shoulder and wrapping your arms around her neck. It takes everything in her to suppress her smile enough to order for the both of you. Once you settle at a table you immediately dig in. Natasha grins at you before pulling out her phone, she opens the camera and points it at you and you smile up at her. She sets the photo as her lock screen as soon as she takes it.

After you’ve finished your ice cream you begin walking again. You spot a jewelry shop and stop to stare. Natasha is pulled to a stop by your joined hands and she follows your eyes to the store full of kids and their parents, she assumes the bright colors and cartoonish advertisements have caught your attention. “Do you wanna go in there?” she asks and you nod before she leads you inside.

You smile as you look at the tub of stuffed animals and play with the shiny things up at the wall. You spot the sign for ear piercing and point it out to Natasha. She contemplates it for a minute before turning to you.

“Do you want to get your ears pierced? It will hurt a little,” she warns but you nod, and she can’t say no to that smile. She helps you pick out a pair of earrings and lifts you up onto the chair, smiling at the giggle you let out. She holds your hand as they pierce your left ear, and her heart breaks at the look of pain that flashes across your face. But you’re tough, and you let them do the other side with little fuss and when they’re done Natasha holds the mirror up for you.

“What do you think, y/n. Do you like them?” you nod and she helps you off the chair and leads you out of the store with instructions of how to keep the piercings clean.

“Thank you, Mama,” you say softly and Natasha smiles wide, trying to keep from tearing up as she lifts you up again.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m glad you like them,” she says as she carries you out of the mall.

“Now I’m just like you!” you say with a wide grin, pointing to the earrings Natasha is wearing and she lets out a small laugh before nodding. You rest your head back on Natasha’s shoulder before speaking again, “I love you, Mama.”

She’s glad you can’t see her face as she quickly wipes the tears from her eyes, that’s the first time you’ve told her you loved her. “I love you too, y/n,” she says, softly placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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[slowly-writing]

You’re Never Here Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader

Word count: 592

Part 1

Requested by: @youngjusticeimaginesus

You’re released from the med wing within a few hours of waking up and slowly you start to heal. The bruises disappear, and to the rest of the world, you seem okay.  Things go back to normal, you and your mom spend more time together as promised. But you still can’t shake the sinking feeling in your chest. The feeling that there’s someone there. Your heart beat speeds up when you round corners, waiting for someone to be standing on the other side. You start sleeping with your desk lamp on, you’re too afraid of what could be lurking in the dark. You know that Tony has upped security and that your mom is more alert than ever, but you can’t shake the fear.

“Alright, I’m calling it,” Steve says with a yawn as game night comes to an end.

“Me too, goodnight everybody,” Tony says and the group starts to disperse.

“Y/n, you ready for bed?” your mom asks and you don’t want to raise suspicion so you nod, “okay love, sleep well.”

Your mom kisses the top of your head and you go your separate ways. When you get to your room you turn on your lamp and sit in the middle of your bed with your phone. You can’t let yourself sleep, you can’t handle the nightmares, so you start scrolling through social media. Slowly you find yourself relaxing more and more onto the bed and before you can stop it, you fall asleep.

A few hours later your mom is walking by your room on her way back from the kitchen. She hears murmuring and she’s about to tell you to put your phone away and get some sleep. Before she can get there she hears your blood curdling scream. She drops the cup of water that she had been retrieving and sprints to your room. Her fears are qualmed slightly when she realizes there’s nobody with you, but her heart breaks at the sight. She quickly walks over and grabs your arms that are thrashing around, fighting off an enemy that isn’t there.

“Hey, y/n, wake up. It’s just a dream, you’re okay,” she says, holding you down to stop you from hurting yourself. As soon as your eyes open she lets you go only for you to throw yourself into her arms sobbing. “It’s alright, love. I’m right here.”

You slowly catch your breath and after the tears subside you’re able to realize what’s happening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper and your mom furrows her brow.

“Love, you have nothing to be sorry for. It was a dream, you can’t control it. Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?” she asks softly and you sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Ever since the attack, I’ve been so scared. I always feel like someone's here and the nightmares won’t stop. I didn’t want anyone to know. It’s embarrassing,” you mumble and she pulls you back into her arms.

“Y/n, you don’t need to be embarrassed. Everyone gets scared sometimes. Do you want me to stay here tonight?” she asks, knowing the answer is yes but you won’t tell her.

“Yes please,” you say softly and she lays gown pulling you down next to her.

“Just sleep now, love. Everything will be alright,” she gently runs her hand through your hair and you feel more at peace than you have in a long time.

“I love you, Mama,” you say softly, already well on your way to sleep.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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[slowly-writing]

Part of the Family: Part 5

Avengers x Kid!Reader

Part 1 Part 6

Word Count: 1025

When you land, the whole team is waiting in the hanger. You jog off the jet and your mom pulls you into her arms.

“Mom, that was so awesome! I took out two hydra agents all on my own!” you say proudly and she smiles.

“Good job, love. What happened to your eye?” she asks, cupping your cheek.

“One of them got a hit in, it’s no big deal,” you say with a shrug as your dad comes up behind you.

“And she swore after it happened,” he says, crossing his arms and you roll your eyes.

“I was getting punched in the face by a terrorist, am I not allowed one ‘son of a bitch’?”

“Langage!” Steve says and you see Tony grin.

“Oh, that was amazing,” Tony says through a laugh and you smile at your dad, who’s shaking his head.

“That’s not going away anytime soon,” he says with a grimace and you laugh.

xxxxx

You sit down at lunch the next day and you see Peter staring at you from the other side of the table.

“What happened to your eye?” His friend Ned asks and you smirk.

“It’s classified.”

“There’s a classified reason you have a black eye?” another kid, Flash or something like that, asks and you laugh.

“Dude, do you know who that is?” another one asks and the first shakes his head.

“Y/n Romanoff-Rogers. Nice to meet you,” you say with a smile.

“Like Captain America and Black Widow?” Flash says and you nod.

“Yeah, I’m kind of an Avenger,” you say looking down at MJ who’s sending you a bright smile.

“How’d you get the black eye?” Flash asks again and you smirk.

“Sorry man, I’m not at liberty to say.” he frowns and you lean over to MJ. “I’ll tell you all about it later,” you whisper in her ear, smirking again when you see her blush.

xxxxx

“I’m telling you, this thing packs a hell of a punch,” you say holding your shield up.

“Or maybe, and I’m just spitballing here, it’s the fact that you can bench press like 600 pounds,” she teases and you laugh.

“650,” you correct, leaning the shield against the wall before sitting next to her on your bed.

“You sure seemed pretty confident in school today,” she says and you laugh.

“Have you met my mother? I picked up a little cockiness along the way,” you tease. “Plus everything’s falling perfectly into place. I finally get to go on missions that I’ve been training for since I was a kid, school’s going fine, and I have you…” you trail off looking into her eyes.

You’re about to lean in when you hear voices in the hallway. You really gotta learn to close that door. You pull back as Tony comes into view.

“-and this is the living area.”

“Parker? “ you call, seeing him trailing Tony, “What are you doing here?”

“Y/n! Michelle! Mr. Stark gave me an internship! What are you doing here?” he asks and you just stare at him for a second.

“I live here, did you miss the whole ‘Romanoff-Rogers’ part of my name at lunch today?” you ask with a laugh, leaning against your doorframe “and since when do you do internships Tony?”

“The kid’s Spiderman,” Tony says and Peter’s jaw drops.

“Mr. Stark!” He says and you laugh again.

“We’re on the same team now Peter, I was gonna find out soon enough. And anything I know, she knows,” you smile at MJ who smiles back.

“So, uhh, as fun as this little reunion is. Dinner’s in 20, I’m gonna finish showing the kid around,” Tony says, looking skeptically between you and MJ.

“Don’t let him get near you with any wrenches, Peter!” you call and MJ laughs at Tony’s huff of annoyance.

xxxxxx

“So, when do I get to go on my first mission?” Peter asks at dinner and you chuckle.

“I’ve been here for almost four years and I didn’t go on my first one until last night. They adopted me before they sent me on a mission. It’s gonna be a while.”

“Y/n, be nice,” Steve says and you look up in shock.

“I am being nice, I’m just trying to save him from disappointment,” you tease and MJ laughs beside you, “see, she gets it.”

“Jr. that kid is in love with you. She’s required to laugh at your bad jokes.” Clint says and you and MJ both blush, avoiding eye contact.

“Jr?” Peter asks and you silently thank him for changing the subject.

“They tend to call everyone by their last name around here, they think they’re in the military or something,” you tease, “even though I have two last names they’re both kind of taken,” you gesture to your parents who chuckle. “So with me they default to nicknames, and I mainly get called some type smaller version of my parents. Mini Widow, Captain Jr, any variation of that stuff. Even though, I would like to point out, I’ve been taller than mom for almost a year. That’s the downside of joining the team at 12, I guess.”

“You joined at 12?” Peter asks in shock and you smile.

“Yeah, I was a failed hydra experiment. Or not really, I guess. They just weren’t patient enough. Anyway when I was 12, Shield pulled me out of the foster system and brought me here,” you explain.

“Shield?” he asks and you wince.

“Oops. Classified?” you try and he groans, “yeah that emotion comes up a lot around here.”

Everyone laughs and including MJ and Tony raises an eyebrow.

“How come she seems to be in on it Mini Widow?” He asks and you freeze.

“Okay, but hear me out. You can’t tell me you don’t tell Pepper all the classified stuff!” you argue.

“Pepper’s my wife, is there something you’re trying to tell us here?” he asks and you look to MJ who looks as helpless as you feel.

“Hey Peter! Wanna hear about the time I busted my face with a wrench in Tony’s lab?” you change the subject as quickly as you can.

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