Well could I request a Clint/Nat/Laura fic where the kids call Nat ‘mama’. It’s a relatively new term for them and they’re all getting used to it. One day, a six year old Lila gets angry with Nat for not letting her do something e.g. have ice cream, climb a tree, go to a sleepover etc. Lila is so mad that when Nat tries to fight with her, Lila screams ‘you’re not my real mom’. Nat is devastated and Clint & Laura have to reassure her that Lila’s just mad, they love her etc. thank you! Xx
Ok. So I totally took some liberties witg this prompt... its not... exact... but I think you will like it!
Natasha woke with a start. Her heart was racing. Her hair was sticking to her sweat-slick forehead. Damn. She hadn’t had that nightmare in a long while. She turned and saw that Clint and Laura were still asleep next to her. Clint was wrapped around Laura, and Laura’s arm was still wrapped around Natashas waist. Natasha smiled as she watched them breath for a moment. It was her dry mouth, that finally made her carefully get out of their bed.
The path from their bedroom to the kitchen led Natasha past each of the childrens rooms. As she passed each one she laid a hand on their closed doors, reassuring herself that they were still peacefully sleeping in their beds.
She could hear Nates white noise machine, slightly muffled.
She smiled when she passed Coopers door and she heard him snoring.
She paused when she got to Lilas room. At first she couldn’t hear anything. Then, she could hear Lila quietly crying.
Natasha knocked on the door “Lila? Sweetie. It’s Mama.” The kids had only just started calling her that. The name still felt foreign in her mouth. “Are you alright?”
Natasha hesitated momentarily before opening the door and walking into the room.
She found Lila sitting, curled on top of her blankets as she cried.
“Lila?” Natasha said softly as she sat down on the bed. “It’s ok. I’m here.” She reached out and placed a hand gently on the small girls shoulder.
Lila flinched away from her touch. She looked at her eyes streaming “Your not my Mommy! I want my Mommy!” She cried out before climbing off her bed and running out of her room.
Natasha blinked in shocked as she lowered her hand.
Lila had never yelled at her before. Lila had always been so close to her. She had been the first of the children to call her Mama. She always wanted to be near Natasha. Natasha could never pick a favorite… but she would always have a soft spot for Lila. But this time? Lila hadn’t even allowed Natasha to touch her before yelling at her and running away from her.
She was pulled out of her thought by a knocking on the door.
“Nat?” Clint was leaning against the door.
“I’m sorry. I upset Lila more than she already was.” Natasha looked down at her hands. “I should have gotten you or Laura.”
“Nat she had a nightmare.” Clint said simply “She didn’t mean to yell at you. She just… it’s just that Laura has basically been there for every single nightmare. It’s natural for her to want Laura.”
Natasha sighed as she leaned against the wall “I know. Clint, I know. But they’ve been calling me… Mama… and I just thought… I thought maybe I… maybe I could help calm her down.”
Clint grinned as he sat down next to her “just because she wanted Laura… doesn’t mean you aren’t her Mama anymore.”
Natasha huffed. “I know it’s stupid to be upset about. It’s just… she yelled ‘you’re not my mommy’. I know it’s stupid. But it… it stung.”
“Y’know… shes yelled that at me a few times when she is upset too.” Clint said gently as he slung an arm around her shoulder. “The world is still pretty black and white to Lila. She is only 8. Laura is Mommy. I’m Daddy. And now you? You’re Mama. We all have our roles in her life. It just so happens that even though we are the Avengers… Mommy is the one Lila runs to when she is scared.”
“What does she run to me for?” Natasha asked quietly.
“Plenty.” Laura said as she entered the room a sleeping Lila on her shoulder. “In case you didn’t notice, our darling little girl has you wrapped tightly around her finger.”
Clint and Natasha stood to allow Laura to carefully tuck Lila back into bed.
“She is always going to you, Nat. Asking for stories, to draw with her, to play with her, to push her on the swing… honestly, if I didn’t have our bedtime routine… I would think you were her outright favorite.” Clint grinned at her.
“Lila loves you, Nat. We all do.” Laura smiled before kissing Natasha softly “Now. Lets get back to bed. I am tired and Nate is sure to be up at five in the morning like usual.”
Natasha smiled “Alright… but I DID get up to get a drink of water… can I at least still go get a glass of water?”
