Holy Ground
Part 3
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Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: When your babysitter cancels last minute, you have no choice but to bring you daughter with you to your college class. There, you daughter seems to catch the attention of your hot redhead professor.
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There’s a few moments of silence as you find yourself sitting in a booth in between Stella and Natasha. You daughter has been non stop talking with Lila who sat beside her, the two girls giggling loudly amongst themselves.
Conversation came easily between the adults and you realize something. It was refreshing and nice like no other to share conversations with other parents. None of your friends had any kids, none of them understanding or relating to the issues you faced. No, they were too busy living out their ideal college experience, getting drunk and hooking up with strangers at the club with their fake IDs. At the same age you were breastfeeding and changing dirty diapers while watching reruns of Friends.
You were far too mature, you had to be, for your high school friends, many of them leaving you behind when they learned that you wanted to keep it. As for the ones that stayed, they tried their best but you could only cancel on them so many times before they too were gone.
Being a mother aged you in more ways than one, you missed your college experience in favor of being the parent your daughter needed. Your friends invited you to college frat parties and offered you white pills, telling you to live a little. You never did accept, you weren’t the same person you were before you got pregnant. After a while the invitations stopped coming, and you found that you didn’t mind.
You tried going to mommy and me classes, making friends with other moms and dads. You figured out pretty quickly that, people your own age wanted nothing to do with someone who had a kid. They never did accept you though, you could feel them judging you, for the fact that you weren’t married, there was no dad, your age. You and Stella attended exactly four mommy and me classes, before you stopped showing. No point in going where you were not welcome.
For a while it was just you and Stella against the world. Having Stella changed everything in your life, normalcy be damned. Others might have seen her as a roadblock, someone that cost you your young adult life. You never saw her as that, you looked at her and only felt love and hope for the person she’d grow up to be.
You never saw her as anything short of amazing, the endless questions she asked, that others might find annoying, you adored, loving her curiosity. She was your daughter and every motivation you had to do better, be better. She was the best damn thing that ever happened to you.
Although you loved the conversations you’d share with Stella, you had to admit that the one you were holding with Laura, Clint and Natasha had a lot more substance than the former. It was nice talking to other adults about adult things.
“Tasha?” Stella asks, crawling all over your lap to get closer to the redhead. Natasha's head tilts in question, giving the girl in front of her full attention.
“What are you guys talking about?” Lila asks, popping up behind Laura and climbing onto her lap from across the table.
“Adult stuff, very boring.” Natasha chuckles, you watch as she leans over to pull out a few napkins from the dispenser on the table. Folding one carefully, she dips it into her water and goes to wipe Stella’s face carefully, of all the Superman ice cream. Your heart melts at the sight.
It’s so effortlessly maternal, the act looks so natural coming from her as if she’s been doing this her entire life. If anyone looked at the scene before you, they could have easily assumed that they were mother and daughter.
The smile Stella gives her is so wide and bright that you can’t help but smile too. It’s when Natasha gives a gentle smile in return, that you find yourself wishing you could take a picture, capture this moment forever. You can’t though, so instead you commit the moment to memory, studying the two carefully as to not miss a detail.
“We were talking about taxes.” Clint jokes which makes all the adults laugh while Lila and Stella just look confused.
“Adults are boring.” Lila loudly declares, scrunching up her face.
“Yeah, adults are boring!” Stella echoes from Natasha’s lap, even going as far to cross her arms over her chest.
All the adults at the table laugh which makes both girls make a face.
“Tasha.” Stella whines, turning around in Natasha's lap to look at her.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” She asks innocently. The table goes silent and Natasha looks so caught off guard that you almost laugh at the sight.
There’s a few moments of silence as Natasha takes a minute to wipe the surprise off her face at the question.
“I’m not currently seeing anyone.” Natasha replies, combing her fingers through Stella’s hair affectionately.
“Auntie Nat had a boyfriend though.” Lila pauses, making a disgusted face “Bruce.”
It takes you a minute to make the connection that Bruce is Dr. Banner, as in your calculus teacher.
“Lila.” Laura warns.
“He said he was a doctor and mommy said that he was really smart, but then he tried to tell me unicorns don’t exist!” Lila shakes her head as if she was almost disappointed in him.
You tense immediately, your daughters fourth favorite animal was a unicorn, if she learned the truth she’d be heartbroken. Instead of being heartbroken and breaking down like you feared, Stella has the same disappointed look Lila has.
“But unicorns are real!” Stella insisted, internally you let out a sigh of relief.
“That's what I told him!” Lila says in an exaggerated voice. Stella turns around again to face Natasha.
“He doesn’t sound very smart, everyone knows unicorns exist.” Stella says as it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Natasha just laughs, you notice that she doesn’t deny it.
You find yourself losing a bit more respect for Dr. Banner, for all his PhDs he wasn’t smart enough to know not to tell a little girl that unicorns don’t exist. Probably the same type of guy to tell little kids Santa doesn’t exist either. Incompetent asshole.
“Are unicorns your favorite animal, Stella?” Laura asks kindly.
“Unicorns are my fourth favorite animal.” Stella says, holding up four fingers to show her. Laura laughs gently at the specificity of her.
You all continue to chat, minus Cooper who ignored everyone else in favor of playing on Clint’s phone. After awhile you say your goodbyes, the younger kids all needing their naps. Stella and Lila try to fight leaving the ice cream parlor, but you catch them both yawning at least twice. However you and Laura exchange contact information and promise the girls a playdate in the near future.
As you both are leaving and going your separate ways, Stella waves goodbye from over your shoulder.
“Bye Tasha! Bye Lila!” Stella yells as you continue to walk down the block.
“Bye Stella!” Lila’s voice shouts back from across the sidewalk.
During your walk back home Stella, falls asleep unsparingly. Today was a big day for her, as you climb the stairs up to your little apartment, you decide to let her sleep for an extra hour.
Laying your daughter on the couch, you gently remove her clothes and dress her sleeping form in her Paw Patrol pjs. You should place her in her own bed in her room, but your feet start going towards your room and you don’t fight it. Stripping yourself and changing into a big cotton shirt you lay next to Stella, cuddling her gently.
Placing a finger on her rosy cheek you tell her quietly as to not wake her.
“Please don’t grow up too fast.”
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Sharon had finally recovered from her cold to watch Stella, thank god you think to yourself.
You leave Stella with a kiss on the cheek and in the good hands of Sharon. During your walk you receive a text from Laura confirming that the zoo at 10 am worked for her.
English class is different, not the material but Natasha herself. Probably because the Natasha in front of you isn’t really Natasha but rather Ms. Romanoff. In these past few days you had seen so many more versions of Natasha than you thought existed.
You always knew Ms. Romanoff, strict and deliberate in her teaching. You met Tasha, who was nothing but affectionate and sweet with Stella. Now you were hoping to know the real Natasha, not just the one outside of the classroom.
As she dismisses the class and you're on your way to leave she calls you. She looks nervous, which in turn makes you feel nervous. Natasha was not a nervous person, so watching her wring her hands in front of you, had your heart beating faster than usual.
“I just wanted to ask if you were comfortable with me being there at the zoo, Laura asked me to go, but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you before I told her yes.” Natasha explains, her eyes looking over your face but never quite meeting yours.
“Of course you can come, why would I feel uncomfortable with you being there?” You ask.
“Well, for one, I’m your professor.” Natasha says, stating the obvious.
“Unless I have to give you an essay about it on Monday I don’t really see an issue with you being there.” You joke, you want her to know that you want her there, more than you probably should because she was right, she was your professor.
Natasha’s eyes light up and she gives you a brilliant smile. You decide then and there that that is quite possibly the most beautiful smile you ever seen, the only one being prettier belonging to Stella.
“Okay great, I just wanted to make sure, you’re sure Stella won’t mind?”
You can’t help but laugh at the idea of your daughter being unhappy with the idea of Natasha not being there.
“Are you kidding, Stella adores you, she’ll be absolutely thrilled when she finds out you’ll be coming along. You’re wonderful with her, really.” You insist.
“If you’re sure then.”
“Most definitely. You know Natasha you’d make a really wonderful mother.” You tell her earnestly before turning to leave the classroom.
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