Lisa

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How about the story of Nat realizing she's pregnant and dealing with it all. Then the day to day life of Nat and her babygirl

Wondering

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Daughter! Reader

Summary: With help from her best friend, Clint, Natasha escapes the control of the Red Room and prepares for a whole new life.

Angst, Comfort.

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, Childbirth | 1.7K

Translations: милый (darling), я люблю тебя, солнышко (I love you, sunshine)

AC: I think this is the perfect request for the first fic of the AU! Thank you for sending this x I hope this helps set a little backstory for Nat.

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Natasha had been nothing but quiet for the last four days since staying with Clint at his farmhouse. It was a big house for a man who lived alone, Clint assumed that his friend was worried that the widows of the Red Room would find her and take her back but the look in Natasha's eyes told him that was far from her worries.

"Alright, tell me what's going on" Clint spoke as he sat down next to Nat on the sofa. His friend looked at him and sighed lightly, "Nat, come on, you can tell me" he added. Natasha knew the time would come and she would have to talk somewhat about her time in the Red Room. She and Clint have been on the run since she met him, although this was not the first time, she was able to escape, this time was the only time they haven't found her and brought her back. 

"Remember how I was telling you about the graduation ceremony?" Natasha replied, Clint nodded. "Well, I didn't tell you all the stages before it. Before the graduation and after you've completed the program, you're to hav-" Natasha paused, the trauma of her life catching up to her, although she was still young, in her early 20s, she felt she had already lived a lifetime of trauma. Clint placed his hand on top of hers for comfort, "whatever it is Nat, we'll get through it" he assured her. 

"I'm pregnant" the words spewed out. Nat could see the questions flying around Clint's mind and deserved to answer them before he asked. "It's Dreykov's way of getting more widows without getting caught, they inseminate you, you give birth, they take the baby, and you go to what they call recovery which is just them brainwashing you until you have completely forgotten the last 9 months. After that, you go through the graduation ceremony and…well the rest is what you already know" she explained. 

Clint took a moment to process the news he was just told, "do you" He paused unsure if his question would offend his best friend, but it was something he needed to know to be able to help, "do you want to keep the baby?" He asked. Natasha nodded as a soft smile tugged at her lips, "I've done enough bad in the world, and I'll be damned if I let them do the same to my baby. I know this isn't what you expected so I don't expect you keep me here, but I do need a little time to work something out" she replied. 

"Don't be stupid Nat. You can stay here as long as you and the baby need, you're safe here, I promise" Clint spoke sternly, assuring his words got through to his best friend. Natasha hugged him tightly, thanking him for his understanding and kindness and for a moment any worries she currently had were no more. 

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Pregnancy for Natasha was a whole new chapter that she wasn't prepared for, but she loved every single moment of it. It gave her a sense of normality; she spent her days learning new things that would help her for when her baby would enter the world. Clint helped her along the way, he even began building a small homestead for Natasha to have a little more privacy when her baby was born. It was only a few months into her pregnancy that Clint met Laura. 

Each night Natasha would read you stories from a children's book she would buy from the thrift shop, even though you weren't born yet, the little actions she did while pregnant gave her great comfort and made her even more excited to finally hold you in her arms. She would talk to you about anything she was doing, baking cookies for Clint and Laura? She would be talking you through each step and even asking you questions as if you could actually answer her, sometimes you would kick, and she would take that as an answer. 

Even through all the happiness, joy and excitement there was still worries and fears growing with each day. She was suspicious as to why she'd gone almost her entire pregnancy without even a sighting or feeling that Dreykov was after her. Clint assured her that his farm was a safe place and even offered for Natasha to join the Avengers after you were born, and she felt ready. It was an idea that she spent time thinking about but at the end of the day all she wanted to do was make sure you were happy, healthy and safe.

"Woah there милый" Natasha chuckled, rubbing her hand over her bump, "this isn't the world cup" she added. 

"Kicking a lot today?" Clint asked, taking a sip of his afternoon coffee.

"She hasn't stopped" Nat replied. Clint looked up at her with wide eyes, "she? When did you find out" he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice. Natasha couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips while her hand naturally rubbed her seven-month pregnant stomach, "I didn't need to find out" she replied, "She was always going to be a little girl" she added but she didn't let the faint memory of the Red Room bring out the happiness she had been having with each day you grew. 

Clint got up and hugged Natasha and congratulated her, he could see the sparkle in her eyes for the first time ever, he'd never seen her so happy in the few short years that he had known her. "I wanna show you something" he said, taking her by the hand and walking her out to the small homestead that he had just finished and was waiting until the next day to give her the key. 

"I was going to wait until tomorrow but given the news, maybe you want to start planning out the nursery" Clint smiled. Tears built up in Nat's eyes, "what do you think baby girl?" Natasha whispered as she looked around the empty room, "you can paint it, do whatever you like with it, this is all yours" Clint said.

"You've done so much for us, I can't thank you enough" Natasha turned on her heels and hugged him, "thank you" she whispered. 

Over the last couple months of pregnancy, Natasha was preparing for you to enter this world. She and Clint painted the nursery in a soft pastel green color, she hung a photo from her first ultrasound on the wall above your changing table, baby animal décor stickers were also put on the walls. Clint helped up together all the future and placed it wherever Natasha thought would be best and once the nursery was complete, she couldn't wait to rock you to sleep in her arms in the rocking chair or watch you play with your toys on the purple rug when you would get a little older. 

You entered the big wide world at 5:23am on a Thursday morning, healthy and a little smile that made everybody melt. Natasha didn't want to let you go, she could barely take her eyes off you, even when Clint and Laura came to bring the two of you home, she was nervous as anything when Clint held you. 

"Do we have a name yet for the little one?" a nurse asked, "we really need to get the birth certificate done today" she added. 

Natasha nodded, "Y/n Melina Romanoff" she replied with a soft smile. 

"Melina?" Clint questioned, "I'll tell you later, now give me my baby" the red head replied with a soft smile and arms wide open. 

"A beautiful name, I'll finalise the certificate" the nurse smiled, writing your name on a piece of paper. 

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Natasha was loving every moment of motherhood, even when she felt like she was going to fall asleep while feeding you and when sometimes she thought it was going to be another sleepless night on the cards but being your mother was the only thing she wanted to do every single day. When you slept, she slept and often Clint would find her asleep in the rocking chair by your crib when he came to check on things. Clint and Laura helped as much as they could, but of course, your mother was head strong and said she was fine with looking after you on her own.

"You look exhausted" Clint said as he placed a small bag of groceries on the counter for Nat. "She just didn't want to sleep last night" she replied, pouring herself a mug of hot coffee and sitting down at the small table in her kitchen. "Why don't Laura and I take her for the night so you can get a decent sleep for once" Clint offered but Natasha shook her head, "it's not that I don't want that, I just hate the idea of not being with her" Nat admitted.

"She'll just be up at house, you need some sleep Nat, you can't keep being supermom on coffee and 3 hours of sleep each day" Clint spoke, worried for his best friend. "Besides, how else am I going to show her how great of an uncle I am if you don't let me do that" he added to lighten the mood. Natasha cocked a brow as she took a sip of her coffee, deep down she knew she had to eventually let her guard down just a little and allow others to help. She just wanted the best for you.

"One night" Natasha replied. 

Clint smiled, "you've got it" 

As the weeks turned to months, things got easier for the new mother, each day you had her in awe. Nat eventually did allow for Clint and Laura to spend more time with you while she had a little me time and caught up on sleep. She loved taking you for walks around the property in your pusher, she loved bath time and hearing your little giggles and of course capturing your sweet smile whenever she played peek-a-boo. 

At night when she would pop her head into your room to check on you, she found herself watching you for minutes on end. Her mind wondering about what life was going to bring for the two of you, what tomorrow would bring. She often wondered what your first words would be, when you would take your first steps and what all your favorite things would be but for now, she wanted nothing more than to just enjoy these early years and learn everything she possibly could about you.

"я люблю тебя, солнышко" your mother whispered as she placed the soft kiss on your forehead.

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Moi Devochki: Chapter 1

Authors note: I'm hoping to post chapters of this fic every Friday, so stay tuned!

Warnings: smut(grinding, groping, fingering, talk of marking/scent glands)

Word count: 2061

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You and Wanda had been close since you were pups, you grew up together. You knew you were in love with her, you just didn’t think she’d feel the same, she always talked to you about what she wanted in an Alpha afterall. She had realized she’d fallen for you shortly before the three of you had joined Ultron in his plot against the Avengers, but she was too afraid of saying anything to you. Instead she held your hand and cuddled with you more often hoping that was enough to satisfy her. It wasn't though, she wanted all of you.

   Pietro of course noticed, call it a twins intuition. He didn’t care who his sister fell in love with as long as they didn’t break her heart, but he knew the world was cruel when it came to two Omegas being together so he cautioned her to be careful. To not let anything be seen outside the bedroom that hinted at anything more than friendship. Wanda understood, but she didn’t like it. Keeping her love a secret felt wrong, but she’d do it to keep you safe.

   When you all switched to working with the Avengers and she lost her brother you were right there for her, offering her comfort and letting her share your bed so she wasn’t alone. She knew she had to tell you that she wanted you and she was so happy to know you wanted her too, so that's when your secret relationship started. You both knew it was still considered not only taboo but illegal in most places for two Omegas to be together, but you couldn't help the way you felt about each other.

   Thankfully due to your close friendship and since you were both Omegas no one in the Tower batted an eye at how much time the two of you spent together or how one of you’d sometimes smell like the other, which worked tremendously in your favor considering the two of you would do much more than just watch tv together. 

    Currently however, that was exactly what you were doing. You were both cuddling in her nest as one of her sitcoms played on the tv. Wanda's head rested on your chest as your hand played with her hair, your other hand being firmly held by the other Omega. She laughs at something on the show, you're not sure what since you almost never paid attention to them. Your focus was always on her.

   “Y/n?” she says

   “Yes baby?” you respond as her green eyes meet yours

   She gestures to the tv show, an Alpha and some pups playing outside, “Do you think we’ll ever have that?”

   You thought for a moment before answering, “Yes, if we can find the right Alpha. But we need an Alpha that not only wants to bond with both of us, but is also accepting of us being together. I don’t know how easy it’ll be to find an Alpha like that.”

   She nods her head, sighing softly. “Do you think Natasha might be an Alpha like that?” she asks, tone hopeful

   You smile, “I’m not sure baby, but I do know she's not like most Alphas. She’s special.” she nods her head agreeing with you.

   Wanda loves you and you know that, just as she knows you love her but it was no secret that you both longed to have Natasha as your Alpha. There was just something that drew the two of you to her since you’d met her, but the Russian didn’t seem to have an interest in Omegas, which disappointed you both. Wanda more so though, you knew how badly she wanted pups, you’d give her them yourself if only you could.

   Suddenly Wanda straddles your lap and lets her hands rest on your shoulders as she leans in to kiss you. You hum in response, your hands instinctively grab onto her waist. The two of you stay like that until the need for air becomes too intense and she pulls away from you, panting slightly.

   You begin to trail kisses on her jaw, working your way down her neck. You stop when you reach her scent gland, gently you suck on her skin there before letting your teeth graze over the sensitive spot. She whines at the feeling, she desperately wishes the two of you could fully bond by marking each other. But she knows without a supportive Alpha to protect you both from judgment and punishment the risk heavily outweighed the reward. She’d already lost so much in life, to risk losing you was simply something she would never do.

   Your hands travel under her shirt and up her back, she hums as your hands undo the clasp of her bra before they travel back down to the bottom of her shirt. You take it off her with ease and her bra slips off her chest. Your hands palm her breasts, she arches into your touch a soft moan leaving her lips. 

   You replace a hand with your mouth, you gently nibble and suck on her nipple as your free hand cups her ass. She grinds down on your lap, whimpering slightly. You smirk against her skin as the hand you had on her breast moves to the front of her pants, you undo her jeans and slip your hand into her underwear. She lets out a small gasp as your fingers slide through her slick soaked folds, teasing her.

   She grinds down on your fingers this time, a needy whine leaving her lips, “Please detka(baby), I want you.”

   You look up at her, “Pants off printsessa(princess).” 

   She quickly stands, removing her jeans and underwear before sitting back down on your lap. You kiss her softly, she wraps her arms around your neck, tangling her hands in your hair as you grab her ass pulling her closer to you. She whines again, begging for you.

   Your hand moves back down to her pussy, she's practically dripping slick for you and you hum at how she feels against your fingers. You slowly insert two fingers, getting her to moan again. She begins to suck at your scent gland as you start thrusting your fingers faster for her. She gently nibbles your scent gland, sending chills through you.

   “Fuck baby, careful or you’ll leave a bruise I’ll have to explain” you tell her

   “Wish I could make you mine though.” she says in your ear

   You smile, “I am yours Wanda, always will be.”

   Her lips crash into yours as she kisses you hungrily, she slips her tongue into your mouth, her tongue finds yours as she deepens the kiss. You can feel her legs tremble as her walls squeeze your fingers slightly, knowing she's close you add a third finger and circle your thumb around her clit. She moans again breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead on hers as she focuses on her upcoming orgasm.

   “I love you Y/n.” she manages between gasps

   “I love you too, Wan” you reply as you begin kissing her scent gland effectively sending her over the edge, her slick gushes onto your fingers as she cums, her legs shake as she leans into you. 

   You slowly remove your fingers and she watches as you suck them clean, you kiss her again letting her taste herself on you. She hums at the taste. You lie back more in her nest pulling her with you so she can lie on top of you, she snuggles into you as you wrap your arms around her. 

   She looks up at you, “What about you?”

   You smile at her, “I can wait, right now I just want to cuddle you.” 

   She smiles, settling back into you. You gently run one of your hands up and down her back and she begins to purr. You chuckle softly, you found her purr incredibly cute even though you could also produce the sound. She shivers suddenly.

   “You cold? We can get a blanket, or you can get redressed.” you tell he

   She nods, getting up she grabs her clothes from earlier taking them with her as she goes to use the bathroom. No sooner does she close the bathroom door does someone knock on the door to the bedroom. You swallow hard, no one had ever come around this soon after you and Wanda had been together. You were sure whoever it was would be able to tell what had occurred if you opened the door. They knock again.

   “Hey, come on guys. I know you're in there, I asked FRIDAY to check. I got to talk to you.” Yelena says from the hall. Damn, if you didn’t answer her it would look really suspicious. 

    You walk over and hesitantly open the door for her avoiding looking at her, “Hey Yelena” you manage to say, but she doesn't reply. You chance a glance at her and find her eyes are dilated as she stares at you. Oh fuck, yep she knows.

   She quickly grabs the collar of your shirt and shoves you backwards into the room, slamming the door shut with her foot, her eyes don’t move from you until Wanda walks into the room speaking to you.

   “Detka(baby)? What was-” She freezes when she sees Yelena holding you, staring at you with dilated eyes. Wanda becomes aware the Alpha knows about the two of you and fear shoots through her. Would the Alpha hurt you for this or separate the two of you permanently?

   Finally Yelena speaks, “What the hell are the two of you doing?” 

   There's no anger in her tone but Wandas eyes start to fill with tears anyway. You can see her bottom lip tremble and you yearn to go comfort her, but the current hold the Alpha has on you prevents you from doing so.

  “Please Yelena, don’t tell the other Alphas. Don’t have her taken away from me. Please.” the Omega begs as she nervously twists the rings on her fingers, tears beginning to fall down her face.

   Yelena suddenly looks taken aback, “I…what? Hey, no I wasn't..I wouldn't….ugh.” she releases her hold on you, “Go, comfort your girl please. The tears are killing me.”

   You're confused, but you gladly go to Wanda, you engulf her in a hug, “Shh, it’s ok. I’m right here baby.” She tucks her head into your neck and her arms wrap around you tight as she hugs you back. You can hear Yelena shuffle around awkwardly behind you. You pull back as much as Wanda allows and place a kiss on her forehead before looking to the Alpha.

   “I’m not going to tell anyone about the two of you. I don’t care that the two of you are a thing, it doesn't bother me. I just panicked for you because you mated in the middle of the day where me at your door could have been literally anyone else, and I know there are Alphas and Betas here who wouldn't approve of the two of you and I don’t want them catching you and making something happen to you guys.” the Russian suddenly rambles 

   The Omega in your arms sniffles but looks at the Alpha across the room, “I’m sorry I thought the worst of you. I just saw you holding Y/n, and I could tell you found out about us and I got scared.” she admits

   Yelena nods, “It’s ok. Just, be more careful about this sort of thing. Save most of it for nighttime or daytime when most of the team is on a mission.” 

   “We’ll be more careful from now on, promise.” you tell her

   “Alright then, I’ll go ahead and leave the two of you be.” she says, turning towards the door

   “Wait, I thought you wanted to talk to us about something, isn't that why you came here in the first place?” you ask

   “It’s fine, it wasn't that important anyway.” she says with a wave of her hand and a smile

   “Ok then, see you later.” you reply, even more confused than before as she leaves

   She attempts to hold in her excitement as she heads off to her sisters room with this information. Once she gets there she doesn't bother knocking she just bursts in with a shit eating grin on her face.

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Fatal Attraction

Chapter Five

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark

Warnings: Angst. Some fluff if you squint. Ick warning with Jarvis

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was extremely confused about everything, even when she returned to work the next day, Y/N remained at a distance but still treated her the same. Although she found it endearing, she also found it annoying.

"So, we only have a couple of meetings with some investors today." Y/N informed her as she nodded, handing them the files they needed.

"Do you want me to sit in or?" She 9questioned as they looked up at her.

"Of course." They told her. "We are still professionals." They smiled at her. "Besides, it will be going over the gala mostly, like how much we should donate to the cause."

"Oh." She whispered as Y/N looked at her, analyzing her face.

"I know the other day was extremely unprofessional." They started as Wanda shook her head. "I just need to say this Wanda." She sighed and let them continue. "I care about you, you're an amazing woman and your husband is extremely lucky to have you."

"Doesn't feel like it sometimes." She mumbled as Y/N gave her a soft smile.

"Look, I don't know what's going on in your home life, but I want you to know that I am here for you." They told her as she gave them a thankful smile. Everything seemed to have gone back to how it was, although the two kept thinking back to the kiss, they kept things professional. Even as they walked out of the last meeting.

"I'll file these, you go home." They told her as she just nodded, they took the files with them as she gathered her things, deciding to meet Natasha. Once she arrived at her friend's apartment, she had already had two glasses of wine ready for them.

"So, I am attracted to my boss." Wanda stated as she sat opposite her friend. "I just, they're being too perfect about the whole thing and it's just adding to it."

"What do you mean perfect?" Nat questioned.

"They are still treating me like they did before." Wanda told her. "Like the kiss never happened and they are blaming themselves." Nat listened as Wanda rambled on and on about Y/N, a smirk on her face as she only saw that look once before.

"You're falling for them." She stated as Wanda shook her head. "You are, the last time you looked like that when you spoke about someone was when you and Jarvis started dating."

"But I am married." She stated as Nat shrugged.

"Maybe you got married too soon." She told her. "You're only just fresh out of college and married literally after graduation." She filled the two glasses back up as she spoke. "And now he wants to start a family, it seems he is trying to trap you into being a stay at home mom and you deserve better than that."

"I." Wanda shook her head. "You're wrong. He respects me, he wouldn't do that to me."

"Wanda." Nat tried as she gathered her things, ignoring her friend's apologies as she left the apartment, heading straight home.

As the night of the Gala.came around, Wanda wore the light blue dress that Jarvis had picked out. It wasn't particularly a colour that Wanda would wear for herself.

"Are you ready?" Jarvis asked as he made sure he had his wallet, phone and keys.

"Yup." She spoke as she took one last look at herself, rolling her eyes at his lack of fashion sense.

Once they arrived at the Gala, it was in full swing, many people were conversing as they sipped on expensive wine and champagne. The music was classical as a vast majority of the guests were middle aged at the least.

Her eyes searched the room, finding Y/N as they stood beside Gwen, looking around at the other guests and chuckling between themselves. As soon as Y/N's gaze caught Wanda's, a smile formed on their lips as her stomach flipped.

"I'm going to talk with the Coopers." Jarvis told her, leaving her side without even a kiss on the cheek. She headed straight for the bar, Y/N approached her with Gwen as she smiled at the two.

"You look beautiful." They smiled at her as she nodded.

"It's not particularly my colour but he chose it." Wanda shrugged as she sipped on her wine.

"Well, he should leave you to do your own shopping." They remarked as their eyes found Jarvis Stark, laughing with a group of men. "He doesn't deserve you, Wanda."

"Y/N." She whispered, just low enough for them to hear.

"My apologies." They stood back as they ordered another drink.

"Aren't you drinking?" Wanda asked as they shook their head.

"I can't afford to make a stupid decision, not with you." They whispered before smiling at her. "Have a nice evening Wanda." With that she watched as they walked away. She spent most of the evening on her own, watching as Jarvis floated between the other guests, but she noticed how he stayed clear of Y/N. Knowing of their rivalry, the companies as Oscorp is a much bigger organisation since Stark Industries had halted a lot of their products.

"Come on." Jarvis pulled her with him to the bathroom, locking it before he kissed her roughly. Wanda was too caught up in the moment as he ripped her underwear away before he inserted herself. She tried to push him away before he came but he gripped her hard as she told him to stop repeatedly. Tears in her eyes as he soon came inside her.

"How could you?" She whispered when he pulled out.

"What?" He asked her as she just pushed past him and walked out of the bathroom. Her tears running down her face as she entered the ballroom.

"Wanda?" Gwen spoke up as she was on her way to the bathroom.

"I need to leave." She whispered as she tried to hold in her sobs.

"Come on." Gwen took her by the arm and led her to the parking lot, sending a message to Y/N who wasted no time in getting there.

"What's going on?" They asked hurriedly as she pointed to Wanda, their heart broke as they saw her red teary eyes. "Let's get you both home." They said as Wanda shook her head.

"I'll get an Uber." Gwen suggested as Y/N was about the protest. "She needs you now Y/N." With that she left the two.

"Come on." They whispered as they closed the car door, heading around to the driver's side and starting the journey, opting to go to their own apartment.

"What happened?" They asked her as they led her to their sofa, kneeling before her as Wanda kept her dress covering her exposed sex.

"He." She tried as she took a deep breath. "He came in me. I told him to stop. No. But he didn't."

"Here." They held out their hand, leading her to their bedroom. "Have a shower, use whatever clothes you find in the closet." They grabbed their keys again.

"Where are you going?" She asked them as they gave her a soft smile.

"The pharmacy." They told her. "I'm going to get the plan B for you. I'm not having him get complete control over you or your body. He doesn't get to have that." She smiled as they pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving. Wanda wondered what it was about them that made her feel so safe.

She made sure to scrub her entire body, letting the hot water burn her skin, tears escaping her eyes as sobs racked through her body. She had no idea how long she was in there for but Y/N had returned, knocking on the door.

"Wanda?" They called out. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." She whispered as she opened the door, a towel wrapped around her form.

"I got you the plan b." They told her softly. "You also have an appointment with my doctor, you can use the company's health care insurance."

"You didn't have to." Wanda whispered as Y/N shook their head.

"I know I didn't." They smiled at her. "I don't know why but I care about you deeply and that is strange for me because I never really let anyone in or see the real me but you." They sighed as they gazed in her eyes. "You've broken me down Wanda, you make me unafraid of being who I truly am." With that they left the bedroom, heading straight to the kitchen to make some coffee, giving Wanda the time on her own. She can't deny that she feels free when she is around them, she feels seen and heard. Her opinions matter to her.

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I'm your mother now, chapter 1

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summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2972

a/n: I really wanted to write a dark Natasha fic but I didn't want to make it romantic or anything, so I went with the idea of Natasha kidnapping a child. Please don't read this if you are not comfortable with dark themes. Reader is kinda abused but that's because of Natasha's trauma.

Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think :)

(I decided to make this a series, as I have so many ideas but find them simply too long for one fic. I will probably make a separate masterlist for the series) 

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You dropped your bag on the floor, kicking your shoes off and walking through the house, allowing yourself to fall on the couch in exhaustion. You were in highschool, and no matter what teacher you'd ask, they all called you their best student.

You passed every test, got good grades for every project, but mentally you were slipping. You hated your life. You hated the stupid loop you were trapped in. Every day is the same. You were tired. 

Your foster parents were scheduled to come home after dinner, so you knew you'd be able to lie on the couch for a while without being yelled at.

So that's what you did. 

You took a nap on the couch, enjoying the quietness of the house, when a noise upstairs catches you off guard. 

You get up slowly, carefully walking up the stairs. You had seen horror movies, and you knew what a bad idea it was, yet you decided to do it anyway. You creeped up the stairs, through the hallway and made it to your bedroom. It was small and there weren't many places to hide, but you were cautious anyway. 

Your window was open. The curtain was moving slightly due to the breeze outside. A shiver ran down your back. You had that feeling again. The same feeling you've had for the past few weeks. The feeling of being watched. 

You walked to your window carefully, pushing it close and locking it. Didn't you lock it yesterday?

Before you could even turn around, an arm clasped around your waist and a hand holding a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You tried to scream and try to get out of the person's grip, but it was of little use. The person holding you was strong. Way stronger than you were. 

You flung around in their grasp, trying to hit the arms that were holding you, but it was of no use. You heard a woman's voice behind you, shushing you and telling you it's all gonna be okay. Your eyes started drooping, falling close. The last thing you heard was a simple sentence….

“Shh baby, mama's got you…” 

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Natasha had been observing you for weeks. She saw you in the park one day, sitting on a bench. You appeared to be okay, but she could see the way you were holding back tears. It took everything in her not to walk up to you and comfort you. 

After that day, she decided to watch you more often. She watched you when you picked out your clothes. She watched you when you went to school. She watched you when you came home and got yelled at. She watched all of it. 

After watching you for about a week, she decided to do some more research. She had to know everything about you. You were absolutely perfect.

She found out about your parents, how they left you in front of the police station one night. They didn't want you, and Natasha's heart broke. The foster families you were placed with didn't care much for you either. You were often heavily neglected, and you never knew real love. 

From what Natasha had seen, you were barely capable of taking care of yourself. She wondered how often you showered, how often you ate and if you even brushed your teeth. 

No one seemed to have taught you how to live, and it broke Natasha's heart. She was determined to make you feel loved. She knew it was fate. She had to take care of you. It was simply meant to be. 

Natasha had been trying to have a child for so long. After her past in the Red Room, she knew she'd never be able to conceive herself, but she had tried everything there was. She had gone to adoption agencies and tried to adopt. She had applied to become a foster mom but nothing worked. She'd pass most criteria, but when the psychological tests came her test scores dropped. The authorities simply deemed her to mentally unstable to take care of a child.

Natasha was mad. Mad at authorities and mad at herself. She just wanted a child. That's all she's ever wanted. How on earth did anyone dare deny her that.

After she was denied for foster care, she was upset, but she didn't dare give up. Natasha was determined that she would find someone for her to take care of, and she did. Anyone in their right mind could see it. You were destined to be with Natasha. 

After observing you for quite a while, Natasha decided it was time. You were crying almost every night, the stress of school and your grades were simply too much. Natasha couldn't bear to see you like this any longer, so she finally decided to make her move. She snuck in when you were at school. She didn't even have to sneak in through the window. The doors had an easy lock, and she could easily pick open it. 

When she made her way inside, she immediately went up to your room. She looked through it, smelling your clothes, touching your bed and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot. 

She clutched your only stuffed animal tightly to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was finally going to be a mom, and she couldn't wait. 

She collected some of your stuff, but only the stuff she couldn't replace, which included some notebooks, coloring books and your stuffed animal of course. She stuffed it in a bag and put all of it in her car. After she finished, she made her way back inside and waited. 

When she heard you come home, she was nearly jumping at the anticipation and excitement. 

She started making some noises, hoping you'd come upstairs soon. She had opened the window in your room, knowing you'd walk over to close it. You did that every day. If you forgot to close the window, you'd close it after coming home from school. 

Soon enough, she heard you walking upstairs, peeking through the door of the bathroom. She waited until you went into your bedroom, indeed closing the window as she expected.

The moment you weren't looking, she snuck into your room and quickly covered your face, making you inhale the Chloroform she'd put on the cloth. You were flailing around heavily, trying to get loose from her grasp, but she just held on tight. 

Natasha tried to comfort you, shushing you as you slowly lost consciousness. 

After you had passed out, she carefully lifted you up, walking down the stairs and, after grabbing your school bag, walking back to her car. She was careful as she placed you on the backseat, protecting your head as you slept peacefully. 

She placed your stuffed animal in your arms, smiling at the sight of you fast asleep. She got into the driver's seat and took off, driving you two far away from the big city.

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You groaned as the light hit your eyes, covering them with your hand as you blinked a few times, trying to get used to it. You stretched your arms above your head, slowly waking up from your deep slumber. 

The bed you were laying on was soft, way softer and more comfortable than you were used to, but you didn't really notice. The drugs were still wearing off, your brain pleasantly fuzzy as you slowly regained control over all of your senses. 

When you yawned and brought your hand up to your face, you finally realized the clothes you were wearing were not yours. 

You sat up quickly, scanning the room and realizing it looked nothing like yours. It was way too big, but it did seem to be arranged to your style and interests. You took in the room, confused as to how you got there and why it seemed to be accommodated perfectly to your wants and needs. 

You slowly slit your legs off the bed, sitting on the edge and carefully standing up, afraid your weary state would make you fall over. The pajamas you were wearing were soft and seemed to be made out of an expensive silk. 

You slowly stood up, walking around the room slightly. You thought you were dreaming. When you looked out the window, there was nothing but trees. You appeared to be in some clearing in the woods. You checked out the room, noticing how the books on the shelf looked an awful lot like the books you owned, except the books in this room seemed to be new and neat. 

It confused you, and when you turned around, you noticed the bedding was the same bedding as you'd always had, just for a queen sized bed. 

There were three doors in the room, and you ran to the closest one. When you opened it you found a closet, probably as big as your room back home. When you opened the next, you found a bathroom. It looked almost impossibly clean and the shower looked like it came straight from a millionaire's home.

When you opened the third door, you finally stood in a hallway. When you looked right, you saw another door, which was probably where the hallway ended, so you decided to go left. You walked fast, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible. 

You were very confused by the whole situation. You remembered someone kidnapping you, but these were not the circumstances you expected to wake up in.

When you stormed down the stairs, you could see a kitchen on your right. You spotted a door right in front of you. It looked like the front door, so you immediately ran towards it, trying to open it. It didn't budge. You'd need a code, a finger scan and voice recognition. You sighed as you leaned your forehead against it. 

After standing there for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to explore the rest of the house. 

You reckoned you were alone, as no one had approached you yet, even when you tried to leave the house. You slowly walked into the kitchen, from it spotting a living area with a few couches, and on top of it, you saw a redhead. 

You froze when you saw her, unable to move or talk as fear overtook your body. 

“Ah, good. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was thinking of ordering take-out. Just come over here and we can pick something,” the woman spoke as if she'd known you for years.

You didn't move, so the woman turned around, putting her book aside and getting up. She walked towards you slowly, but she didn't seem worried she'd scare you away. “You don't want take-out?” she questioned, putting her phone on the kitchen island. You stood next to it as she now stood in front of it, crossing her arms. 

“Where am I?” you shakily asked, worried you'd upset her. You knew the woman, of course. Every person in the world knew her. She was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow and fearless Avengers, although she retired a few years back. 

“What do you mean, silly? You're home of course,” Natasha spoke, looking confused as to why'd you even ask such a question. 

You frowned. “This isn't my home?...” Natasha shook her head. “Of course it is.” “Why did you kidnap me?” Natasha shook her head at your question. “I just brought home, sweetie.”

“What the fuck?! Take me home!” you yelled, and she looked a little surprised before her expression went back to normal.

“I know it's your first day here, but you do not speak to me like that. Do you understand?” she responded, but it only made you madder. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Let me go, you crazy bitch!” you yelled as you tried to push her, but Natasha easily caught your wrists. 

“Careful honey. I know you're confused but that is no way to speak to your mother.” “You're not my fucking mother-”

Slap.

Natasha had slapped you across the face. Your head turned from the impact, your cheek almost immediately reddening. tears stung in your eyes as you moved your hand up to cup your cheek, a silent sob wrecking through your body.

“I am a very lenient person, but don't you ever dare speak to me in such a tone again,” she said. “Now go sit on the couch and think about what you want to order for take-out dammit.” 

You moved slowly, keeping your head down as you sat on one of the couches, silently crying over the situation. After a few minutes, Natasha returned from the kitchen, holding an ice-pack. She grabbed your chin and tilted your face up without a word, pressing the ice-pack against your red cheek. She softly smiled down at you, using her free hand to pet the hair out of your face. 

You sniffled, and she leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Mama didn't want to hurt you like that sweetheart, but you took it too far,” she said, pulling back and smiling down at you again. “Mama loves you. I promise.” She pulled the ice-pack away and softly kissed your cheek.

She put the ice-pack on the coffee table and sat on the couch to your right. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and seemed to scroll through something.

“So what are you feeling like?” she asked, looking at you with a smile. You sniffled quietly, looking down to avoid her gaze. “We could do burgers, or maybe sushi? I know those are your favorites,” she told you, and you instantly wondered how she'd know such a thing. 

“Come on. Tell me what you want,” she urged, nodding slightly to encourage you. 

“Fries…” you said quietly, and Natasha smiled. “Exactly what I was feeling. Would you like chicken nuggets on the side?” she asked you, and you nodded. “Perfect,” she said as she typed it into her phone, paying quickly and tossing it aside.

“The food will be here soon. Would you like to watch a movie while we wait, or would you rather explore the house a bit more?” she asked, patiently waiting for your answer.

You shrugged, not wanting to pick an option that might make her mad. “We can also just sit here for a while. I know you must be confused, but I promise you everything will fall right into place.”

You were mad. Mad at how Natasha acted like everything was fine. Mad at how she acted like she had any authority over you. Mad at how she'd slapped you. Mad at how she was acting like she was your mother. Mad at how seemed unbothered and acted like your behavior was insane. But mostly, you were mad at yourself. Mad how you looked up to her. Looked up to the amazing Black Widow. She had always been your favorite Avengers. How could she not be?

After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, you looked up slowly, seeing Natasha staring at you with a smile on her face. 

“Would you like to watch something now?” She asked, holding up the remote. When the hell did she grab that? You nodded slightly, and Natasha smiled widely at you for it. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon the tv lit up with your favorite show ready to play. Natasha pressed play, and the show started exactly where you stopped last night.

You sat quietly as you watched the show, scared to make any noises. 

After about an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Natasha got up to open it. “Just wait here,” she said as she walked away. You got up from the couch and peeked around the wall, seeing the door and catching a glimpse of a blonde woman. 

She didn't look like a delivery person, and you realized Natasha must've called someone she knew to make sure no one knew the location of the house.

The woman handed Natasha the take-out bag and they spoke for a moment, before she moved to give Natasha a hug. They hugged for a second and Natasha kissed the woman's cheek. You watched as they said their goodbye's, hearing Natasha say she'll visit the blonde woman soon. 

You quickly made your way back to the couches, sitting back down and waiting for Natasha to come back.

Once she did, she set the take-out on the kitchen counter. You watched silently as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates and opening the bag. “Just so you know, I see and hear everything. Don't sneak up on me again. You're old enough to ask when you want something,” Natasha spoke, not looking up from her task of plating the food.

Your breath caught in your throat. You should've known. She used to be an assassin for goodness sake. Of course she could tell if you'd watch her. 

Natasha grabbed the two plates and brought them back to the couches. She handed one to you, but when you went to grab it she didn't let it go. You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow to you. “Thank you…” you said silently, and she smiled as she let you take the plate, moving to sit down herself. 

You ate in silence, not missing the glances Natasha shot your way. You found it creepy. You had no idea why you were here and what Natasha wanted with you. She had referred to herself as your mother a few times now, and it confused you beyond words. 

For now, you decided to let the confusion go, focusing on eating your food and surviving the night. 

Who knows what tomorrow would bring…

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So excited to read more of this 🩷

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

[lisalikesstuff]

This is so cute🩷

[natsbraids-deactivated20231115]

《Alianovna》

||When Alianovna Romanova is forced on the run from the leader of the red room, theres only so long she can protect herself and her daughter for||

I told Ivan so many times to cut all ties with Dreykov. But no. He never listens to me. And now we're on the run. Me and my precious little Natasha... i just wonder how long we can keep running for...

We're currently hiding out in a rusty old caravan in Norway and Natasha said her first word... well i say said it was more of an accident whilst she was babbling to me but all the same its reminded me of just why i need to keep her safe.

I close my eyes trying to atleast attempt sleep, and the second i feel my mind begin to drift theres a loud 'BANG!' from a little deeper inside our makeshift tin house. Natasha starts to cry and my heart is racing in my chest as i pull my gun out from under my pillow, i also grab the key for our bedroom door.

I put a pacifier in Nats mouth to keep het wuiet and silently leave the room, the inly sound i make coming from the key in the lock to keep my baby safe. I put the little key in my mouth ready to swallow it if necessary and i creep through the house my gun held in front of me.

My eyes scan through the kitchen, nobody there. Then the living room, the same story. As i move into the bathroom i look around for a second. Complete and utter silence meets my ears.

As i turn round to leave my eyes catch the mirror still fogged up from me earlier shower, my heart starts hammering against my ribs as if trying to escape. There are four words written on it. Four words i wish id never read, but ultimately the last four words id ever see.

Better luck next time.

A faint cry comes from mine and Natasha's room, my mind is a spinning blur. I run over to our room and see the door had been removed by the hinges, as not to make a sound. And i see a shadowy figure leaning over my daughters crib.

I rush over and try to make them let go. They don't they just shove me to the floor and leave iut the window into the dark noweigen forest. I quickly recover and chase after them.

After about 5 minutes i manage to catch up, and i pull out my gun to the figure.

"Let go of her!" I scream my trigger finger shaking in anger and terror.

The shadowy figure pulls down his hood...

"Ivan?!" I gasp

"Nova my dear-" he starts but i pull the trigger hoping to end his life... but nothing happens.

"Nova honey... you dont have to die. Just let her go." Ivan says calmly, seemingly unfazed by the failed attempt on his life.

"No!" I say my voice shaking. "Shes- shes mine!"

Ivan hits me over the head with something hard and the world atound me goes dark.

•not proofread part two whenever i have time<3•

[lisalikesstuff]

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Does someone know good Mommy!R little!Wanda/little!Nat fics?

[abbyromanoff-deactivated2024112]

MOTHER NATURES TEARS AND FEARS

PAIRINGS: Little!Wanda Maximoff x Mommy!reader

WORD COUNT: 1647

WARNINGS: angst, comfort, little spaces, usage of mommy/momma in a non sexual way, thunder, lightning, harsh rain, oral fixation, lactation (not really tho), think that’s all :)

This is inspired by the tornado warnings we keep having in my town sooooo :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!!

Sounds of thunder flashed through your ears along with the harsh rain, it didn’t scare you, but the woman in your arms disagreed. She didn’t like loud noises, it brought back memories she wished to never remember. You knew of her fear, even if she tried to hide it to her best ability.

She was embarrassed to say that she, a twenty-one-year-old woman, was scared of mother nature’s tears and screams. You weren’t, so why should she?

“You ready for bed, angel?” It was nearly fifteen minutes past her bedtime and, while you usually wouldn’t let her do such a thing, you knew having her cuddled up in your arms with her favorite movie playing calmed her down in such situations. Her eyes were locked on the window where she could see puddles forming along with strikes of bright light. She jumped, holding her stuffed bear closer to her chest.

“Wanda?” Your calling of her name caught her attention, causing her to whip her head in your direction.

“You ready for sleepy time?” You repeated, receiving a shy nod after moments of silence. She crawled to the end of the couch and raised her arms, giving you free roam to grasp onto her waist and lift her into your arms. Her legs simultaneously wrapped around your hips as she used one hand to hold your shoulder while the other loosely held onto the bear. You kept your hold on her bottom, securing her weight as she bounced ever-so-slight with each step you took.

“Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?” You asked when settling her back down on the ground, tossing through her sets of pajamas until she stopped you on one of them. It had little seahorses with a pink background, and the words spelling “Sea you in the AM”, never failed to make her giggle. The shorts were a light blue and also adorned the little creatures on them.

“No, I’m okay.” She bit her lix anxiously, only to replace it soon after with her thumb as she suckled on the skin. You took a few steps and found yourself towering over her, giving her a hand to help her off the floor.

“Hey, stop that. Let me get you your paci, okay?” She nodded and, when your vision wasn’t rested on her, she quivered with fear from the loud, rippling noise that felt as though they were bursting through the walls.

“Here you go, baby.” You gave her a warm smile as her lips wrapped around the object, watching as it bobbed back and forth in her mouth.

You removed her current clothes and replaced them with the colorful set before helping her brush her teeth, praising her every few minutes for the small act. The softness you gave her almost made her forget about the one thing that had been haunting her all day, that was until you were getting ready to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night with me?” You asked when tucking her in, the pink comforter hiding the soft blanket underneath.

“I’m a big girl, mommy, I’ll be okay.” You removed the pacifier to let her speak, smiling to yourself at her soft-spoken words. You handed her the same stuffed animal she had been holding onto all day, brushing the small bit of hair that was blocking her face and getting small giggles to erupt from her mouth.

“Oh, does that tickle, hm?” She thrashed around as you continued your actions, this time on other parts of her body. She tried pushing your hands away but failed due to your overpowering strength.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” You announced after a minute or two of this. She let out rushed breaths with an occasional chuckle still leaving her.

“Remember, I’m right next door if you get scared-”

“I’m not scared!”

“I know, I know, you’re a big girl, you don’t get scared. But, still, you’ll come to me if you need me?” You stuck out your pinky finger which she latched onto with her own, giving a toothy grin when you kissed your interlaced fingers.

“Alright then. Sweet dreams, my love, sleep well.” You traveled your peck to her forehead and did the same to her bear, Raspberry. It was a silly name, really, but Wanda loved it to death. She brought it everywhere, not caring for the judgemental stares in public.

“And goodnight, Raspberry, sweet dreams.” You turned on the night light that was plugged into the wall right next to her bedside table, causing little stars to shine on the ceiling. You turned off the lamp and exited with a blown kiss sent her way, she acted as though she caught it and brought it close to her heart. Then, she plummeted into darkness, the scary sounds from outdoors hadn’t stopped yet and weren’t going to for the next few hours.

“It’s okay, Raspberry, Mommy said it won’t get us, we’re safe.” She jumped once again when the noise seemed to get closer, her breath quickening as her heartbeat felt as though it was in a race. She gulped fearfully, pulling the blankets closer to her face as if it would block out the fear. But it failed to do so.

“It won’t get us from here, we’re safe.” She repeated the words you told her only hours ago. The more she was alone the more she found herself falling into a deep headspace. She felt cloudy, but it was as if the clouds were grey and had bolts of lighting coming from them. She curled her knees into her chest, forgetting the paci you left for her on the nightstand and sucking on her thumb. It was a bad habit of hers that she never seemed to let go of, one that you tried to ease her out of.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of sitting in her bed, crying and whimpering, hoping for it all to end, she gave in. She stood up on shaky legs, not caring to put on her fuzzy slippers as she rushed to your room, nearly tripping over herself before she knocked hurriedly on your door. She felt as though her chest was closing in on her, which only caused her to cry out more.

You were half asleep when you heard the noise, rushing out of bed as you instantly knew who it was. You opened the door right as she was about to knock again, your eyes locking with her sorrowful ones. She raced into your arms and you let her, rubbing her back softly as you shushed her softly.

“Shh, you’re okay, Mommy’s here.”

“M-Mommy?” She hiccuped, feeling your watchful gaze fall onto hers as you leaned back.

“That’s right, Mommy’s right here, you’re safe now.” She stuffed her head onto your shoulder, using her palm to wipe her tears as shame filled her.

“‘M sorry, Mommy, I thought I was a b-big girl.” You sat her down with you on the bed, letting her crawl onto your lap without complaint.

“Hey, don’t apologize, I understand. I’m not mad at you, okay?” She nodded, still not completely believing you.

“You’re such a brave and strong little girl, I’m so proud of you, baby.” You ran the pad of your thumb across her cheek soothingly, tears of your own starting to pool in your eyes as you listened to her whimpers.

“‘M so scared.” She mumbled, clawing at your back in order to keep you close. You kissed the side of her neck that was left uncovered, cooing softly as her hiccups continued. You patted her back as she bounced gently on your lap, causing a small yawn to tumble from her lips.

“I know, princess, I’m so sorry Mommy wasn’t there to protect you.” You knew she wanted to prove that she was able to do such things on her own and that she could keep herself safe, which was why you let her be and didn’t protest when she asked to sleep in her own bed. But you still felt a pang of roaming guilt, like you hadn’t done enough to keep her safe. All you ever wanted was to protect her from harm, yet you failed at doing so.

“C’mon, let’s get you into bed.” You laid her down softly, her body once again cuddling close into yours the moment you joined her.

“Please hold me, Momma.” You were already planning to do so before she asked. You placed one hand on her thigh that found itself resting over your waist, your free arm going to her back where you drew small shapes. Her stuffed animal was still clamped tightly in her hold, the fur pressing against your skin in feather-like touches.

Wanda played with the strap to your tank top, giving you a questioning look to which you nodded in response. She pulled down the clothing, your breasts freeing themselves and being hit by the cold air. She smiled giddily to herself before wrapping her lips around your hardened bud, feeling your fingertips that were placed on her back start to scratch softly at her scalp.

“Be careful with your teeth, baby.” You muttered when they brushed against your nipple, making a small gasp erupt out of you.

You noticed the tiredness in her eyes start to grow more as sounds drowned out, her only focus being on her caregiver. She felt blurry, and before she knew it, her eyes were closing for the last time that night. You grinned to yourself as she finally fell into a slumber, grabbing your phone as you played soft white sounds to cause calmness to float through her, even in her sleep.

“Goodnight, angel.” You kissed her forehead once more.

“Goodnight, Raspberry.” You kissed its forehead and sighed, letting your eyes close as you sunk into a deep resting state.

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I love this so much🩷

I need more little Wanda and Mommy R in my life!

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Little Shifter (Part 1)

This is incredibly late I’m sorry!! If you think of a better name for this let me know.

THE REQUEST:

(Could you write something like this please? 

Pairing: Little fem powered reader x Wanda maximoff X Natasha romanoff

Prompt: “I feel different, not quite human”

Plot: Little fem reader has been experimented on, granted shapeshifter powers, usually resulting in one of three forms, these being a wolf, a tiger, a lion. Hydra treated the reader like an experiment not knowing about their being a little..

LITTLE SHIFTER! PART 1:

Wanda’s POV

Wanda hummed to herself as she flipped a mickey mouse pancake. The smell of coffee permeated the air, drawing a certain Redhead into the room. The widow was clad in a sports bra and yoga pants, still sweaty from her workout.

“Hey Sweetheart, thanks for making breakfast” Nat said, leaned over to kiss the Witch’s cheek. She looked around while grabbing a glass of water. “Where’s Y/n?” 

“I’m not sure, I thought she was with you. She wasn’t in bed when I woke up”. Wanda 

furrowed her brows. 

Since y/n got rescued from Hydra, she had taken to training with Nat most mornings. It wasn’t that she was a bad fighter, Hydra had just ambushed her while she was Little and there were too many guards for her to handle. It had taken the team a month to find her. She was already a good fighter but all of them would feel more comfortable if she trained even harder. 

Wanda listened for y/n’s thoughts, but they sounded murky and muffled. She couldn’t tell where they were coming from, but she was relieved y/n was within range of her abilities. The two split up to find their girlfriend.

I found her! We’re in the lounge. The widow’s voice sounded in her mind.

Wanda rushed to the lounge as quietly as she could.

–Wanda POV–

I found Nat kneeling in front of a cowering y/n. The avenger had a blanket wrapped around her and over her head. Y/e/c eyes were trained on the redhead, as she rubbed gentle circles on the palm of the hand she wasn’t holding.

“Malysh, can you tell us what’s wrong?”

“Me…I don feel…” the agent huffed and pulled her hand out of the spy’s grasp. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

“Malysh if you need to drop it’s okay”

“I don’t feel entirely human” y/n forced out softly, trying to stay big.

“That’s alright delta, we’ll figure it out” I said gently.

“Can we take the blanket off?” Nat asked softly. 

Y/n’s eyes flickered back and forth between us, before nodding hesitantly. Nat gently took the blanket from our girlfriend. I gasped when two lion ears came into view. A mixture of a hum and a muffled squeal came from the widow. Y/n shyly looked up at us, fiddling with her hands. I turned to see Nat grinning behind her hand. 

“My little lion” Nat cooed, she made herself smaller and spoke even softer than she normally did to our little one. She opened her arms,

“It’s okay, mama’s got you.”

I did my best to keep from gaping as y/n seamlessly shifted into a lion cub and leaped into Nat’s arms. The widow squeaked in surprise, but adjusted her grip to hold the excited cub. I shuffled closer and gently ran my hand through her fur, giggling as our lion cub sprawled out across both our laps, purring softly.

Time skip-a few hours later

Nat’s POV

I tried to keep a straight face when I heard quiet steps behind me as I entered the kitchen. Y/n was slowly stalking me in cub form, she had yet to change back, and Wanda was currently talking to most of the team. The goofball clearly thought she was being sneaky when she wiggled out of the witch’s arms when we parted ways. 

I continued looking in the fridge pretending not to notice. Everything happened too quickly for me to react. Y/n went to pounce on my leg just as Clint walked in -letting out a loud scream at the sight of y/n. Y/n startled, abruptly shifting into an adult lion. I grunted as she knocked me to the ground. Clint pulled his arrows out and released one as I screamed and shut my eyes on instinct.

The room was still and silent. My heart hammered as I slowly opened my eyes to a red haze.

The arrow was frozen in a cloud of red and I sighed in relief. Wanda glared at Clint as she quickly moved in between us.

Bare skin replaced fur and I looked up to meet y/n’s guilty panicked gaze. She scrambled off me.

“I’m so sorry Natty” she whimpered, as I rubbed my head and sat up with a wince.

“Babe it’s ok-” Y/n stumbled onto her feet and sprinted out of the room before I could finish my sentence.

“WHAT THE FUCK CLINT?!” Wanda bellowed. 

“How was I supposed to know that was y/n?!” He spoke defensively.

I sighed as I took in his attire, he was still in mission clothes.

“Wands he didn’t know”, I said as Clint helped me up. 

“I’m sorry guys, I’ll walk Nat to the med bay-maybe you should find y/n?” He said hesitantly, slightly hiding behind me. Wanda was still glaring at him with red wisps around her hands. She flicked out her hand sending Clint smacking face first into the couch.

I held back a laugh “Baby! Go find y/n/n!” 

Wanda smirked before leaving the room.

“You could have scolded her” Clint mumbled and I smacked him on the back of the head.

“Shut up! You got off easy! You tried to shoot the love of our life with an arrow! Now let’s go to the med bay.”

“I might need it now too…”

“Clint when my head stops hurting I’m gonna kick your as-“

“Okay okay I’ll stop”

To be continued…

What did y’all think?! 

[lisalikesstuff]

Excited to see where this is going. Loved this part🩷

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what about is Reader has a nightmare? What would the trio! do?

The Coffee Incident

Wanda/Natasha/CarolxReader

Word Count - 1674

You jolt awake, still half asleep as the remnants of the nightmare still play on your mind.

You struggle free from the blankets enclosing you.

It's wrapped too tightly around your legs, feeling more like claustrophobic ropes bound to cut off circulation than a cheap duvet from Target, and you frantically kick yourself free; trembling body toppling out of your single bed.

You’re panting, breathing deep despite your lungs struggling to fill with oxygen.

You find yourself on the precipice of a panic attack and you’re frantic to bring yourself down.

“A dream…” you croak out, “it was just a dream.”

But your brain can’t stop replaying it on a loop in your mind and the panic is quick to consume you.

"MJ." You croak out, forgetting that she's spending the night at Peter's.

Fresh hot tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks and you frantically grab for your cell through blurred vision.

You need them.

Struggling to open your phone, you lose your temper quicker than normal and end up biting into your palm to stifle a frustrated scream.

You have to put in your passcode, twice to be exact, until you're able to get to your contacts.

Clicking the first name in your recents, you pray that they pick up.

Blood is thundering around your ears as your phone rings.

Legs bouncing anxiously as you rest your forehead down on your knee.

"Please...please...please..."

A sleepy voice picks up.

"...hullo?"

"Nat?"

You can hear shuffling on her side before she replies, sounding more awake than she did when she first picked up the call.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

You squeeze your eyes shut as more tears trickle down your face, the taste of salt seeping onto your tongue.

"I - I..."

You crumble and let out a sob.

"Y/N, baby, where are you?" Natasha asks.

You can hear another voice in the background, asking Natasha if everything is okay.

"Ho-home."

"Are you hurt, baby girl?" Natasha asks. She says something else but it's aimed at either Carol or Wanda and you miss it.

"No - I, I'm just scared. MJ isn't here. I'm sorry -"

"Don't be sorry, detka. We'll be there as soon as we can okay?"

"You're coming?"

"We all are, baby. Can you stay on the phone for me? I want to make sure you're safe until we're there, okay?"

"I - I'm...please, I didn't mean to disturb you..."

"Kitten, you never disturb us." Carol's voice jolts you a little. "You're our girl; you could never."

"Okay..."

Even though you're still trembling on your cold floor, you can't help but be soothed by them.

By their voices.

It takes them no time at all to reach you.

Letting themselves in by the key you had given them shortly after you had all officially started dating.

It's Wanda who comes through your bedroom door first, donning her slept in pyjamas; closely followed by both Carol and Natasha. Both in similar attires. 

You're on the floor still, duvet in a heap by your feet, phone pressed tightly to your left cheek.

Had you had been in a better headspace, you might have found it funny how you could hear them on the phone as well as see them rushing to your side.

But you can only stare past them, eyes glossy.

Wanda peels your phone from you, speaking to you through cotton filled ears; and it isn't until you're embraced in a warm hug, do you register that they're actually there.

In your room.

At 2am in the morning.

The hug feels amazing and you melt into it, eyes instantly growing heavy as Wanda's fingers twirl the baby hairs at the base of your neck.

While lips meet your cheek, kissing away any residue tears that had dried on your skin.

“Baby girl?” Carol speaks calmly, hand holding your own. “Come back to us.”

But the panic is quick to return and your lungs once again struggle. 

“I - I can’t…” You let out a sob, “I can’t breathe.”

Wanda cups your face, forcing your eyes to look at her. 

You take her in. 

Her green eyes that are looking at you with such a soft expression, you find yourself melting into her gaze.

You can’t help glance at the small freckle on the bridge of her nose.

You love to kiss that one. 

“Focus on me, my love.” She says, bringing you back. “Can you do that for me?”

You can only nod, words dissolving on your tongue. 

“Good girl. Listen closely and breathe for me. Nice and deep, in through your nose.”

You do as you’re told, nostrils sucking up oxygen and whistling as they do.

When you exhale through your lips, it’s shaky and you’re sure your morning breath hits Wanda square in the face. 

Regardless, she’s unfazed by it. 

“Do that again for me and after you’ve exhaled, my love, I want you to try and tell me five things you can see.”

“See?” 

“Yes, darling. Five things.”

“Well…you, Natasha and Carol…” you say. “That’s three.”

“Cheeky girl.” Wanda smiles, “go on. Two more.”

“My laptop…”

“Last one my love.”

“Erm,” You look around your room, seeing every potential thing to use but you can’t take it in. “Um…”

“One thing, baby girl. Anything.”

“My - my lamp.”

“Good job, kitten.” Wanda says. “Can you name me four things you can feel?” 

“Well…you…I can feel you…and my pyjamas.”

“Go on.” Wanda says, “three left.”

“The carpet on my feet…my bed frame on my back and…um…my hair on my shoulders…?”

“You’re doing so well for us, baby girl.” Wanda smiles, “Now, three things you can hear? Use those listening ears I know you have.”

You still feel as if your heart is about to claw out of your ribcage but you do as you’re asked regardless; squeezing your eyes shut as you force yourself to listen around you.

“I’d normally hear MJ’s snoring but she isn’t here so…” 

“That doesn’t count, baby.” Wanda says, “try again.”

“The -” Your voice cracks, “the horns outside.”

“There we go,” Wanda says, hands still holding your firm. “They’re so loud, aren’t they?”

You nod, smiling slightly.

“I can, I - someone is breathing heavily.”

There’s a beat of silence before Carol replies: “…no they’re not.”

Causing Wanda and Natasha to let out a small laugh. 

Your smile grows. 

“What else, love?”

“The dog barking downstairs.”

“You’re doing amazingly, love.” Wanda kisses your head. “Two things you can smell?”

“You’re minty breath…and, I…” You swallow. “My shampoo. It’s strawberry.”

“You’re being so brave, baby girl. So brave. Last one; what thing you can taste?”

“I don’t wanna answer that.”

“Why not?”

“…cos I’ll get into trouble.”

“Just tell us, baby.” Wanda gently pushes. 

“…I can taste my coffee…”

“You’re coffee, huh?” Natasha asks, smiling. “Now when did you have coffee?” 

You shrug, looking down.

“Answer me, kitten.” 

“Before bed I guess…”

“You guess?” 

“...yeah.” 

“Why did you have coffee before bed?” Carol asks.

“...because I really fancied one…and we had coffee in…”

“And you thought that was a good idea?” 

“I didn’t think I was gonna get caught…

You really wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Okay, so,” Natasha says, “I think you know you’re gonna have a caffeine ban tomorrow regardless, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You sigh and pout, bottom lip springing free.

“Yes.”

“So for now, I think we’ll discuss the coffee incident tomorrow when we’ve all had some more sleep.”

“Yes,”

“Yes what, kitten? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to as well.”

“Yes mommy, sorry.”

“Good girl. Now, do you feel grounded enough to try sleeping again?”

You didn't even realise your heart rate had calmed; that you could breathe normally and move your body functionally again. 

“I didn’t…”

“Wanda is very skilled at bringing people down from panic attacks. She’s our super star.”

Wanda smiles brightly and nods in agreement.

“It’s all about distractions and grounding. I knew it would work better with us all here and look, it did. We even caught you out on a lie too.”

“Yippee for me.”

“Now less of that, do you feel okay enough to sleep for us?”

“…I - well yeah but not alone…I don’t wanna sleep alone…”

“We’re not going anywhere, kitten.” Carol says. 

You finally register - and to this day you have no idea how you missed Carol and Natasha putting out blankets and duvets and pillows - the floor littered with cosiness and click on your girlfriends’ plan. 

They never had any intention to leave.

There’s three pillows lined in a row, close to your bed and you can’t help but giggle as the image of you rolling out of bed and landing on them fills your brain.

Carol ushers you into your bed and kisses your forehead before Natasha slips a straw between your lips and tells you to “Drink up, our little coffee drinker.”

You do as you’re told and drink heavily before Natasha tucks you in tight and kisses your forehead too. 

Wanda copies the other two and even sneaks a kiss on your lips.  

“We’ll just be down here if you need us, okay?” She says.

You nod and nestle into your pillow. 

“Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep. Goodnight baby.”

“Night night.”

After five minutes you decide sleep isn’t going to happen. You’re far too lonely and wide awake to sleep. 

Four minutes pass and you decide there’s a big enough space on the floor for you to wedge in between Natasha and Carol. 

Three minutes later and you’re softly saying “excuse me.” with your pillow pressed against your chest. 

Two minutes go by and you’ve settled on the floor, Natasha hugging you tightly to her body while Carol plays with your hair. Eventually, Wanda complains that she’s being left out and the blonde shifts to face her and pulls her into a cuddle. 

One minute later you’re fighting sleep with Natasha's lips pressed to your head. 

Sleep, with sweet dreams, soon follows. 

Bliss. 

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Bedtime 🩵

Pairing: Natasha x little!reader

Words: 2657

Warnings: This is an age regression imagine. There will be mentions of diapers, and a brief nursing scene that’s pretty detailed. If that’s not your thing, please refrain from saying so. Just move on, and pretend like it doesn’t even exist.

Summary: After a long busy day, it’s time for bed. Join Natasha and you with your bedtime routine.

Notes: This is not my first time writing age regression. This is, however, my first time positing on here so I am a little nervous. I’m sensitive lmao, so please no mean comments. Thank you and enjoy.

"Okay, in we go," Natasha murmurs as she guides you into the apartment by the hand, "take your shoes of baby." She coaxes as she shrugs off her jacket and hangs it up on the coatrack.

You huff, but nod, dropping to your butt and tugging off your sneakers. You place them neatly onto the shoe rack -just like mama had taught you- before once again stumbling to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha was quick to praise, and you smile bashfully as you allow yourself to be helped out of your coat. "Let's go get you into the tub, okay?" She retakes your hand and tugs lightly, pulling you through to the bathroom.

You'd just gotten back from a long day at the aquarium and it was now nearly nine at night, one hour after your designated bedtime on the weekends. If your quiet huffs and whines of dismay were anything to go by, Natasha knew you were getting to the point of being overtired, and if she wanted to avoid an inevitable breakdown, she knew to get you to bed as soon as possible.

"Don't want to," you murmur as you fall against Natasha's front, your hands rising cling to the material of her shirt. "No mama."

Natasha cups the back of your head with her hand and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, "I know," she placates, "but we've had a long day and you knew we always make sure we're nice and clean before bed."

Before this dynamic between them had started, your personal hygiene was mediocre at best. No one had ever taught you to shower, to wash your hair or to do anything that was remotely related to being clean. It hadn't really been a shock Natasha, because your upbringing hadn't exactly been ideal. You'd had grown up without parents, going from foster home to foster home without anyone remotely looking out for you. Nothing had ever been permanent, the threat of being kicked out looming over your shoulder at every turn.

It's what made this relationship so special. Why you were so small and needed mama to do everything for you and why Natasha did so without question. There was a trust like no other, and that would never change.

You let out a pitiful whimper and slide down Natasha's body in a dramatic like fashion, slumping onto the floor with your body curled up small.

After Natasha had checked the temperature of the water and placed the stopper into the tub, she sits herself down onto the floor next to her groggy girl and brings a hand up to brush away the hair that had fallen into your face. At the action, you peek up at her, lips pulled down into that signature frown which Natasha was often greeted with when you were upset at not getting what you wanted.

"I know you're sleepy," she acknowledges softly as she allows the pad of her thumb to graze over your cheek, "but you know the rules detka. We either have to bath in the morning, or before bedtime, and you chose bedtime when you woke up this morning. I promise as soon as you're done, mama will get you tucked up in bed with bunny so you can go night night, okay?"

Bunny was your beloved stuffed bunny. It had been one of the first things Natasha had ever gifted you, and wherever you went, bunny tagged along. He was kind of old and worn now due to all the love and snuggles he gets, but to you, he was just as good, if not better than he was the day you got him.

You simply nod.

Natasha smiles down at you as she rises to her feet and holds out her hand, "Up we get." She coaxes, and though you hesitate, you soon reach up to take mama's hand allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha praises, "let's get your clothes off mhh? The baths nearly ready."

You let yourself be undressed like a little rag doll, feeling to sleepy to try and lend a hand. Soon, you were as bare as the day you were born, and when an involuntarily shiver racks your body, you let out a quiet whimper and attempt to climb into Natasha's arms.

"Oh I know," Natasha murmurs softly as she pulls the shivering body close as close as she could to her own, bending down slightly to turn off the water. The tub was now half full with bubbles and a few toys. Just as you like it.

She gently grasps the arms around her waist and pulls them away, offering out her hands instead.

Your slightly smaller ones grasp them without hesitation.

"Big step sweet girl." Natasha reminds, and you nod in understanding as you allow yourself to be helped into the bath. Mama's hands don't let go of you until your butt hits the floor of the tub, and as you distractedly begin playing with one of your bath crayons, you distinctly hears the sound of mama grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the cabinet underneath the sink.

It immediately has your senses on red alert, because you definitely did not like having your hair washed. It always took to long and despite mama being as gentle as she could she always ended up with soap in your eyes and it always made you cry.

"No mama," you scold 'firmly' with a pointed finger.

Natasha turns to face you with an eyebrow raised and three bottles in her hands. Shampoo, body wash, and conditioner.

"No what sweet girl?" Natasha sits down on the wooden stool used for bath time and sets down the bottles on the side of the tub.

"No hair." You whine as you frustratedly kick your legs, splashing water over the side of the tub and onto the floor.

"Hey hey, none of that," Natasha lightly scolds as she places a hand on your legs to keep them still, and you freeze as you look up at her with fear filled eyes. Natasha softens her voice significantly, because whilst she needed the little one to adhere to the warning being given, she didn't want to upset you further. "If you want to tell mama something, you do it nicely. You know that."

But despite her gentle tone, it was still a scold, and it had your bottom lip wobbling all the same.

A sense of guilt immediately fills Natasha, and she gently reaches forward to cup your cheeks before pressing a tender kiss to the spot between your brows.

"Tell mama what you were trying to say baby." she coaxes as she pulls her lips away, her thumbs still brushing over the soft skin.

You sniffle, "No hair." you whisper in a cracked voice, and though Natasha's heart breaks at the sound, she nods her head in understanding. She hates seeing her baby cry, even more so when she was the one that had caused it.

Of course she never does it purposely. Her baby was just a sensitive sole who wears her heart on her sleeve. No matter how gentle Natasha's voice was, there would always be tears.

"Okay. No hair wash tonight. Let's get you clean so we can snuggle up in bed." She grabs a clean wash cloth and dunks it into the water to wet it before squirting a decent amount of body wash onto it.

You sniffle with a small nod, bringing your attention back to her toys. You half heartedly dunk one of your plastic boats into a large pile of bubbles, but it was clear to Natasha that her little one wasn't really into her play. You were often more silent and subdued after being told off, and it always took lots of cuddles and love to bring out her giggly little girl again.

"We're done my love. Can you pull out the stopper for mama?" Natasha wrings out the wash cloth and hangs it over the side of the tub to dry.

You nod again and reach forward to unplug the stopper, watching with intrigue as the water swirls down the drain. You then look up at mama and hold up your arms.

Natasha smiles as she places her hands beneath your armpits and lifts you to your feet. "Up we go, good girl. Big step." She warns again, watching as you cling to the material of her shirt before cautiously stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat.

It was then Natasha bundles you up into your frozen 2 towel, and when you step forward with a small whimper, hands still gripping her shirt, she easily welcomes you into her arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your forehead.

"Shh, you're okay baby. Mama's got you." She soothes as she cups the back of your head, her other hand beginning to trace gentle circles across your towel clad back.

You nod your head slightly, but your grip remains secure around Natasha's waist. Your hands had now slipped underneath her shirt too, and it tells Natasha that you're gonna be wanting some quiet time tonight.

Whenever you were overtired, or whenever you were having a bad day and needed your mama close, Natasha would always drift towards the most innocent forms of comfort. Skin to skin. The feeling of Natasha's skin against your own was one of your favourite things -with the exception of being able to nurse from her breast- and you would, without fail, always end up nestled against the woman's bare chest before the night was over.

"Up mama." You beg quietly a few moments later as you adjust your grip, your arms coming up to rest around Natasha's shoulders. 

Natasha doesn't hesitate to haul you up into her arms. You were about five or so inches shorter than she was, but your builds were similar meaning there wasn't much difference between your weights. It meant that whilst Natasha could carry her little one, it was only ever manageable for short distances.

Your legs were tight around her waist as Natasha carries you through to the bedroom, and you let out a disgruntled whine when you feel yourself being set down onto the end of the bed.

"Shh," Natasha soothes, "mama needs to get your jammies and diaper, you're okay." She grabs your stuffed bunny from the top of the bed and places it into your arms. You eagerly hold it close to your chest, eyes fluttering closed when you feel a gentle kiss against your forehead. When they flicker open again, you see mama now on the other side of the room grabbing a clean pair of pyjamas from your dresser drawer.

A diaper and wipes were already in her hands, and you watch quietly as the items were placed down onto the bed next to you. You then lay back without prompt, a soft blush flushing your cheeks when mama immediately calls you a 'good girl'.

"Should we get your cute little butt all diapered, mhh?" Natasha coos as she unfolds the diaper, and you grin shyly as you nod your head and lift your hips allowing the padded item to be slid beneath you.

"Such a good girl,"  Natasha praises again, giving you a quick wipe down before bringing the front up and securing the tapes together. "There we go, nice a snug. Should we do your jammies now?" She playfully tickles your tummy.

You giggle as you nod your head, and Natasha finds herself laughing softly in adoration as she guides your legs into the holes of your shorts. After tugging them up so they covered your diapered behind, she grabs your hands and pulls you up into a sitting position.

"I think we'll leave your shirt off for now. That way it'll be easier to snuggle with mama, mhh?" Natasha folds the damp towel and deposits it on the back of her desk chair before placing the wipes back into their spot in the dresser drawer.

You nod, "Snuggle now mama?" You hold out the arm that wasn't clutching bunny.

Natasha cups your chin and places a kiss to your forehead,, "Just a second. Let mama change first, okay?"

You pouts, but nod, turning and crawling to the top of the bed. You knock the decorative pillows to the floor and slide beneath the covers, squirming and moving around until they weren't constricting you. Mama made the bed every single morning, and it was always neat and tidy and looked as though no one had ever slept in it.

Natasha smiles as she watches her little one mess up the bed to her liking, her hands in her hair pulling it back into its signature braid.

"Be careful," she warns when you slide a little too close to the end of the bed for her liking.

Your head peaks up over the blankets, your hair already a mess, "Will mama." You mumble with a tired grin before disappearing back beneath the covers.

Natasha playfully rolls her eyes as she wonders back into the bathroom. Her intention was to have a nice long, hot shower, but she'd do that once the little was was fast off in dreamland. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she walks back through to the bedroom. There, you were sprawled out on your back, eyes closed and your stuffed bunny held close to your chest. Natasha knew you weren't asleep however, because your breathing was way too fast.

"Make some room for mama." Natasha announces her arrival as she tugs back the blankets on her side of the bed. Technically, the whole bed was hers -as was the bedroom- but you took residence in it most nights because you didn't like to sleep by yourself even though you had a perfectly good bedroom available.

Natasha never complains though, because you do tend to use your own room for naps which gives Natasha a little time to herself.

Your eyes blearily open, and at the sight of your mama, you grin and scoot yourself towards the left side of the bed as opposed to the centre.

After Natasha had climbed in, she holds out her arms silently inviting you into them. You comply without hesitation, nestling close against the woman's bare chest as you settle pretty much on top of her.

Natasha presses a kiss to your head as she adjusts herself slightly to get comfortable beneath your weight. She rolls them onto their sides once she realises that sleeping underneath 110 pounds just would not be possible, quietly shushing your quiet whine of dismay at the change of position.

She brings a hand down to gently pat your padded behind, her other arm trapped between your head being used as a pillow. Your face was eye level with her breasts, and it takes only moments for searching lips begin their hunt for food. Natasha smiles softly as she peeks down at you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you attempt to latch on to the swell of her beast. Natasha smiles softly as she uses the tip of her pinky to unlatch you, cupping her breast with her free hand and swiping the nipple over your bottom lip. Your mouth instinctively opens, and Natasha guides your head forward allowing you to get a deep and comfortable latch.

You almost immediately begin to suckle, a wet, squeaky sound filling the otherwise quiet room. It takes only moments for her milk to let down, and the small squeak of excitement that escapes you as you swallow doesn't go amiss. With a soft grin, Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your head and lays her head back down on her own pillow.

"There we go, nice and calm now."

**

If you would like to be tagged in future my future age regression imagines, just let me know 🩵

[lisalikesstuff]

This is just great😊🩷

[engens-archive]

The sleepy assassin

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 748

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha has worked herself into exhaustion

Notes: thank you to the sweet anon who gave me this request 🤍

"Come on," you chuckle quietly as you all but haul an exhausted Natasha into your shared apartment, keeping an arm around her waist for support as you close and lock the door. "One foot in front of the other, there we go."

Natasha grumbles indignantly as she somewhat uncoordinatedly pulls herself out of your arms. She slumps over onto the couch and curls herself up small, prompting another laugh to slip from your lips as you crouch down before her and place a soothing hand on her thigh.

"You can't make it to the bed?" You muse, bringing your hand up slightly to give her behind a soft pat.

Natasha scrunches up her nose in discontent, no more than a quiet huff slipping from her lips. With an amused eye roll, you momentarily leave her be and decide to go get the bed ready for her.

The red head had practically worked herself into exhaustion. Mission after mission. Reports and meetings. No breaks and barely any sleep. She'd prioritised others over herself and whilst you would normally love how unbelievably generous and giving she was, you hate the fact she'd not taken care of herself in the process.

After one call from a rather concerned Kate Bishop, you'd inevitably made your way to the compound to haul yer stubborn ass home.

Pulling back the blankets and setting a fresh set of pyjamas onto the bed, you make your way back to the living room where Natasha was seemingly snoozing away. With a tender smile  -because how could a deadly assassin be so freaking adorable- you head over and crouch down in front of her again.

As you reach up to gently brush a stray strand of hair out of her face, you realise she was completely conked out. Her breathing was both deep and heavy, delicate features relaxed and soft. She doesn't make a peep at your gentle touch, which was so unlike herself.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm going to wake you up am I?" You murmur in rhetorical amusement, and Natasha, of course, doesn't doesn't answer you. 

"Okay pumpkin, up we go," you murmur as you slide your arms beneath her limp frame, one beneath her rear end whilst the other supports the back of her neck. With a strength you didn't know you had in you, you successfully manage to lift the sleeping assassin up and into your arms like and was no more than a child.

At this action, she does rouse a little, a confused sound escaping her lips as her hands instinctively rise to grip the material of your shirt, and you quietly shush her as you bring yourself to a complete standstill.

"It's just me, baby." You sooth, and the red head lets out a small mhhh sound as she once again falls limp against you. It tells you that she really was exhausted because she never normally lets you hold her like this.

Her legs hang limp either side of your waist as her head rests heavily against your shoulder, and you bounce her up slightly to get a better grip before carrying her into your shared bedroom. After taking a moment to relish in the feeling of holding her in your arms, you cup the back of her head and gently lower her sleeping frame down onto the bed.

With the knowledge that she trusted you enough for this next part, you begin undressing her starting with her boots. You unlace them with ease, tugging them off her feet along with her socks. Next were her pants, her chosen pair today being skin tight skinny jeans you end up playing tug of war with.

Thankfully, they were soon off, and in place you manage to wrangle her limp frame into a pair of pyjama shorts. After you'd tugged them up and over her behind, you decide that the black shirt she already had on would be fine. You could just imagine the struggle you'd have trying to get her out of it.

Kicking off your own shoes, you tug her up so her head properly rested on the pillow before climbing into bed next to her. She seems to  sense your presence and unconsciously curls herself into you with her head tucked beneath your chin. You don't hesitate to return the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your hand begins grazing soothing circles over the soft, scarred skin of her back.

"Sweet dreams pumpkin."

**

Would any of you guys be up for a small mommy Natasha x child reader series? Still sickfics, but you’re her child as opposed to her partner? Just let me know!

@goldenempyrean @bloomingflowersthings @thewidowintheweb @mywitchy-assassin

[lisalikesstuff]

God, i love sleepy Nat🩷

This is so cute

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Sad Girl (Yes Miss Romanoff )

Professor!Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: teaser to smut

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors!

Word count: 1.1k

Masterlist- SeriesMasterlist- Playlist- Part 1- Part 3

As Kate continued to to tease me about my encounter with Professor Romanoff. I couldn’t help but think back to our childhood together in New York. We were inseparable back then, always getting into some kind of trouble. We would go to the same private school and spend most of our free time together. Our parents were business partners before so our close relationship came to no surprise for them.

“Y/N” Kate snipped her fingers in front of my face bringing me back to reality “Do you even listen to me” she asked I could hear how she was a bit offended “I’m sorry” I look down at my fidgeting hands “I was just thinking about our childhood… together” I sign and try to look in Kates eyes again “I’m just so sorry that I didn’t recognise you directly. God, that’s so embarrassing” I try to laugh it off as best as I can.

“You never really changed since I last saw you” I looked up at her again “What?” “You’re still the same somehow at least” she let’s out a awkward laugh “You’re still a daydreamer, getting caught up in your thoughts. It’s nothing bad it’s just funny how people change without changing” I lean back against the soft cushion of the couch. It was crazy how she saw right through me “You never changed either, you’ve still got this akward laugh and the same hopeful personality. You can just make me happy without even trying”

Kate places her hand on my shoulder “Friends right?” She asked me with an cocky smile “Right Friends” I couldn’t help but smile at her too. Maybe she would make this awful place more bearable.

The next Russian lesson arrived sooner than I had expected it. However and I couldn't shake off the humiliation from the previous class with Professor Romanoff. I was determined to show her that I couldn't be easily intimidated. As I walked into the classroom, I put on a confident facade and took my seat near the back. She didn’t stop me as I would have expected it as I sat down in one of the last rows of her classroom. She didn’t even give me a glimpse and I didn’t know what that had upset me so much.

Professor Romanoff started the lesson, she introduced new vocabulary and grammar concepts. However paying attention wasn’t I, I rater admired her. Nonetheless as the class progressed, I couldn't help but feel bored. The material seemed too easy for me, and I found myself distracted once again, my mind wandering to other thoughts. You could say that I was dreaming about the Professor in front of me. So I began doodling in my notebook, completely disregarding the lesson trying to shake off the sinful thoughts. Being completely lost in my own mind.

Suddenly, I heard Professor Romanoff's stern voice, breaking through my reverie. "Y/N Stark, am I boring you?" My breath hitched and the entire class turned to look at me, and I could feel my face turning red. I tried to play it off the best I could. I smirked, trying to maintain my composure. "Oh, not at all, Professor Romanoff. I was just multitasking. You know, testing my artistic skills while absorbing your vast knowledge." I raised an eyebrow, challenging her, mocking her. Oh, how I would regret that afterwards.

The room fell silent as Professor Romanoff's gaze intensified. Her piercing green eyes locked with mine, and I could feel the weight of her disappointment. "You seem to have a lot of confidence, Miss Stark. Perhaps it's time for a reality check."My heart skipped a beat as she motioned for me to come to the front of the class. I stood up with as much confidence as I could, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. As I walked to the front, I couldn't help but wonder what punishment awaited me this time if I messed this up again.

"Since you find my lessons so easy, Miss Stark, why don't you enlighten the class? I'm sure you'll have no trouble conjugating the verbs we've covered today," Professor Romanoff challenged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. How I hated when she looked and talked to me like that.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my nervousness, and started conjugate her stupid verbs. I set up my best fake smirk trying desperately to cover up my fear. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying hard to call her anger “Very well, Y/N I see no mistakes” now she was looking directly in my eyes “I did not expect that” The class erupted in soft laughter, and I felt a spark of pride rise up in me. “I’m not as stupid as you’d think Miss Romanoff. In fact I even think you should get down from your high horse and respect that someone other than yourself has some kind of backbone” I expressed with confidence, she stared daggers at me her. I swear the pencil in her hand was about to break every moment. Not to mention the whispers of my classmates, I smirked at her knowing that I just turned the tables on her.

“Silence everybody! There’s nothing to be talking about except the topic of the class. Y/N, please sit down again you are dismissed” The lesson progressed and I could feel her eyes on me the entire time. She was trying to find the moment were I wasn’t listening a 100% however I didn’t give her that opportunity.

The lesson had ended and like I thought Miss Romanoff had me staying behind. I was expecting the same speech as last time but it came different.

“Your behavior was totally unacceptable today, Y/N, I hope you realized that by now” she was standing in front of me while the back of my legs were pressed against her desk “I don’t think so, Miss Romanoff I just expressed my opinion. If you don’t like that then it’s not my problem” I rolled my eyes at her which made her even more annoyed “I already thought you would say that” she crossed her arms in front of her breast “That’s why I thought of a special form of punishment gor girls like you” her beautifully painted lips curled into cruel a smirk.

“Bent over the desk darling”

Smut in the next part sorry guys

;)

[lisalikesstuff]

So excited for the next part🫠

Loved this one😊

[elizabethsnuts]

Baby Romanoff

winterwidow x daughter!reader

summary: natasha and buckys baby daughter hates being teased but she won’t stand loosing

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In the bustling Avengers Tower, a rainy day kept everyone indoors for lunch. Natasha Romanoff, known as Black Widow, sat at the dining table with her husband, Bucky Barnes, and their precious daughter, Y/N. All the avengers had gathered for lunch in the tower kitchen due to the storm outside.

Dressed in only your diaper, you sat in your high chair, enjoying a bowl of mashed raspberries and strawberries. Your fingers clumsily grabbed at the spoon, trying to feed yourself. The Avengers, seated around the table, couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

As the thunder rumbled outside, your attention turned toward the towering clouds visible through the window. With your tiny arm outstretched, you pointed excitedly, your precious green eyes widening with curiosity. Just then, 7 year old Peter, Tony Stark's son, walked by, catching a glimpse of you in your high chair.

Mischievous by nature, Peter couldn't resist a little teasing. He reached out and snatched the spoon from your tiny hand, causing you to erupt in a chorus of incoherent gibberish. Your face scrunched up in displeasure, you gave Peter your signature Romanoff glare, you made sure your message was clear – the spoon was yours, and you wanted it back.

Tony, noticing the commotion, intervened, playfully scolding his son. "Alright, Peter, give it back. Don't tease her." But Peter, enjoying the teasing, held the spoon just out of your reach. His laughter filled the room as he stretched his arm away from your tiny grasp.

Your determination kicked into high gear. With lightning speed, you latched onto Peter's outstretched arm, using your tiny fingers to pinch him. Caught off guard, Peter dropped the spoon, and with your amazing reflexes, deftly caught it mid-air, a victorious smile lighting up your face.

The Avengers were amazed by your lightning-quick reflexes, applauding the little triumph. You were indeed a force to be reckoned with, inheriting your mama's resilient spirit and your papa's unwavering strength. With your face, the spitting image of Natasha, and your dark red hair mirroring your mother's, you were a sight to behold.

Bucky, always quick with a witty remark, turned to Peter and grinned. "This is why you don't challenge Romanoffs, kid."

Peter, a little taken aback, couldn't help but retort, "Why did you marry one, then?"

Bucky chuckled and replied, "Well, she's got her ways, but I couldn't resist." His gaze shifted to Natasha, who was making her way over to their daughter.

Natasha scooped you up in her arms, her heart swelling with pride. You giggled and patted the spoon against Natasha's cheek, as if rewarding her for her rescue mission. With a content smile, you handed the spoon back to your mama.

Sam Wilson, watching the scene unfold, rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, she gives it to Natasha."

Natasha smirked and replied, "That's because I'm her mama, Sam. I have special privileges."

The Avengers shared a collective laugh, realizing that the affection you have for your parents was immeasurable. You were their little baby, bringing joy and laughter to their lives. You extended your tiny arms, patting Bucky's cheeks and tugging at his hair, showering your papa with your boundless affection.

None of the avengers could deny the overwhelming adorableness of you and your unwavering devotion to your parents. With your spoon clutched back in your hand, you beamed at the gathered Avengers, as if assuring them that your love was boundless, even if you couldn't express it in words just yet.

[lisalikesstuff]

This is just amazing😊

[toldthatdevil]

What’s gotten into you?

pairings: Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

summary: mommy natasha deals with her bratty reader refusing to go to bed.

warnings: age regression, swearing, darker mommy nat, spanking

content: hurt/comfort, rule breaking, punishments

a/n: I saw this gif and immediately whacked this piece out in one sitting i was so inspired. (idk how i feel about the ending but there you have it)

(Gif from edmundisdead)

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“Come on, dove, time for bed.”

You hummed as you continued to move your crayon back and forth, paying your mommy no mind.

“Dove? It’s time to pack away.”

You didn’t react. You didn’t even look up at your mommy who was standing next to you now, casting a shadow over your art.

You pretended not to hear her again and carried on colouring in the picture that you had been spending all evening working on. It wasn’t until she tried to take the crayon from your hand that you finally spoke up.

“No!” You yelled, ripping your hand away so she couldn’t take it, “Not yet!”

Natasha sighed, not knowing what had gotten into you. Frankly, she really wasn’t in the mood for your bullshit tonight but she’d be damned if she let your bad attitude slide.

“No?” Natasha questioned, trying to give you one more chance to change your fate.

“Not going!” You whined, grabbing a handful of crayons and throwing them in Natasha’s direction.

Big mistake. Huge.

Natasha raised her eyebrow, hands in her pockets as she chuckled darkly. The look on her face was stern and you knew you were in trouble. It was too late to apologise but then again you didn’t feel like it either. All you wanted to do was finish off your picture for Wanda. You didn’t need to go to bed when there were more important things to do.

“Come here,” Her voice was stern.

You didn’t move. 

Suddenly you were yanked from your seat, Natasha’s hand around your wrist, dragging you to your bedroom. 

“You want to act like a brat tonight, huh? Is that it?”

Screaming, you tried to pry her hands off your wrist but she was too strong. She was practically holding you in the air whilst you shrieked at her.

“LET GO, LET GO, MOMMY!”

As soon as she met the threshold of your room you were released harshly to the floor. Tears of frustration stained your cheeks, but Natasha couldn’t care less right now. You broke her rules and there will be consequences.

“I don’t tolerate bratty littles,” Natasha said coldly, bending down to look you in the eyes.

Whether it was your anger fuelling you on or your own stupidity, you didn’t know. You reacted without thinking and slapped your mommy hard on her arm.

You froze. Natasha’s glare sent a shiver down your spine as you saw the muscles in her jaw clench.

Natasha was taken aback by your audacity. You had never slapped her before. Never even attempted to no matter how bratty you were being. It took her a moment to get over the shock of it but then she moved swiftly.

Within seconds she had her hands on you again, throwing you over her knee, and ripping your pyjama pants and underwear down your legs.

“Mommy, no, I sor-“

The blow landed harder than you expected. Usually, Natasha would make you count each slap to your ass and if you messed up she would start again. This time she didn’t say a word, that was how angry she was.

She didn’t relent. 

Not until she was satisfied that your skin was the perfect shade of red did she release her grip causing you to fall harshly to the floor.

You didn’t move right away, too busy sobbing into the floorboards unable to take a breath, with your pants still wrapped around your knees.

Natasha got up to leave the room, without a single look in your direction and closed the door behind her. You cried after her but she either didn’t hear you or didn’t care.

You didn’t know how long you were left on the floor of your bedroom sore and upset, but once you were quiet you heard the door open and the sounds of your mommy reentering the room.

Your sobs had turned into whimpered hiccups and your throat was hoarse. Familiar arms scooped you up from the floor and placed you gently onto your bed.

“We need to talk,” Your mommy said gently, a complete 180 from how she was speaking to you 15 minutes ago.

“Do you understand why you got punished?”

You frowned, refusing to look at her.

Natasha’s fingers scooped under your chin, forcing you to look into her green eyes.

“You disobeyed me, dove.” 

You hiccuped, your cheeks were red from crying but turned an even darker shade of scarlet from the embarrassment you were now feeling.

“Didn’t mean to,” You shrugged.

Natasha took a moment, thinking over in her head what to say. She was disappointed, you knew this, you could hear it in her voice.

“You know the rules, little one. Mommy needs an apology.” Her gaze was stern but not like before, her eyes were dark and scary then, but they were softer now.

“Sowwy mommy.” You said, now trying to get into her lap, but she stopped you, hand on your shoulder.

“Mommy’s still upset. Do you know why?”

You shook your head no.

“You hit mommy, and that hurt. Look.” Natasha rolled up her grey sleeves to show you the mark you had left on her body.

Gone was the anger, it had replaced itself with sadness and regret. You didn’t mean to hurt mommy, and the way she was looking at you, hurt even more.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes once more as you tried to hold them back. 

“Do you know why I had to punish you?”

You nodded yes. “I’m sowwy mommy.”

Natasha signalled for you to come to her, satisfied you had learnt your lesson. You crawled into her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck as you hugged her tight. She rubbed soothing circles on your back whilst the tears ran down your cheeks again.

“Shh, my love, I forgive you.” 

At the end of the day, Natasha will always forgive you. You were her perfect little baby and she wouldn’t trade her life with you for anything. No matter how difficult you were from time to time, she would always be there to love you and help you right your wrongs.

[lisalikesstuff]

This is so good☺️

[traveler-at-heart]

Hearing nats genuine belly laugh for the first time

Thanks for the prompt!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Tickles

It’s impossible to read her.

Natasha controls her expressions and reactions to virtually everything.

If she’s happy, one corner of her mouth will rise. Angry, and her glare could kill you, but you’ll never hear her screaming or cursing.

Never mind laughing. She loves being sarcastic and her wit rivals that of Tony. But you’ve never heard her laugh with abandonment.

And you’re so curious about that elusive sound. If her few chuckles or hums have your head spining, what would a real, authentic and care free laugh do to you?

Sweep you off your feet.

Which is exactly what Natasha does, making you land on your back.

“You’re distracted” she comments, no expression as she waits for you to stand up.

“I’m not” you lie.

You’re always distracted when she wears those tight leggings and tank top to train.

How you wish you could be better at hiding your own feelings.

“You are” she confirms when she throws a kick to your leg and then flips you over, straddling your hips.

She’s right on top of you, a proud and cocky smirk that only increases her level of hotness.

“Whatever” you mumble, trying to get her off of you. She makes you work for it and you decide to poke her side to annoy her.

Then, the strangest thing happens.

Natasha giggles.

Your eyes widen and her hand covers her mouth. For the first time since you’ve known her, she looks mortified.

“Don’t you ever do that again”

“Do what?” you challenge, and poke one of her sides and then the other one. She giggles again and then traps your wrists in her hands.

“Stoopp” she complains but you shake your head no.

Pretty soon you’re rolling around, trying to get the upper hand and free yourself from her hold.

Once you accomplish that, you tickle her back and she lets out a squeal, laughing like crazy.

Between her laughs and your hands going up and down, you end up tickling the inside of her elbow and on pure instinct she throws a punch.

“Shitshitshit” she says when you get knocked out, your eye begining to swell.

“Tasha?” you come to your senses a minute later.

“I’m here” she says, her hand on your cheek. “I’m so sorry”

“You have a nice laugh” is all you can think to say, still pretty out of it.

She blushes-another first since you’ve known her.

“Let’s ice that punch”

“Mmkay”

—

Fifteen minutes later and you’re back to being fully conscious of what happened.

You’re leaning on a kitchen stool, a bag of frozen peas covering the left side of your face.

“What happened to you?” Sam asks when he sees the both of you sitting in silence.

“I tickled Natasha and she knocked me out”

“By accident” Nat clarifies.

“Allegedly” you open your one good eye and smile at her.

“Who tickles the Black Widow?” Sam defends her and you nod.

“Someone really stupid. Clearly”.

They talk about missions and training new recruits. By the time Sam goes back to his quarters you feel like your eye is less swollen, so you remove the frozen peas.

Natasha leans forward and touches the redened area.

“I really am sorry”

“It was worth it to hear you laugh” you grab her wrist, making soothing circles with your thumb. “Do you think Fury will want to take me shopping for my very own eye patch?” you feign excitement and she snorts.

“You won’t need one, but I do hope you’ve learned your lesson”

“No tickling a trained spy. Ever”

Natasha smiles shyly, and you get bold enough to ask something else.

“Wanna grab dinner with me tonight? As reparation for my partial blindness”

“I’d like that” she smiles.

“I’ll see you later then” you stand up, already planning your date. “With my one good eye”

“Shut up” she laughs again.

What a beautiful sound

[lisalikesstuff]

I love this so much☺️