Our Little Moments
Morgan Stark x Imaginary!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader.
Warnings: idk what this is, but I wanted to try something different. starts soft but ends a bit angsty.
Summary: After losing Natasha Romanoff to the soul stone, you didn’t have much left, so what happens in the afterlife after snapping your fingers instead of Tony Stark?
You’re in a deep state of confusion. One moment you’re wandering through the afterlife gardens hand in hand with Natasha, sniffing out different flowers and bathing in each others presence after what felt like many lifetimes for Y/N.
Now, you’re in a familiar bedroom that you didn’t think you’d see again. Toy’s litter the floor, crayons and coloured pencils scattered along the tiny dresser and soft glow of a night light bounces of a small girls sleeping body. You take a few steps forwards, not caring how so, as you know you can’t physically make a sound anyway.
However, you’re proved wrong when you accidentally kick a sparkly pink barbie car, and while you don’t feel anything, the non-existent sound causes the tiny girl to jump awake, who now stares at you in annoyance for waking her up.
Too shocked to say anything, you analyse the girl, noticing how in the period since your passing, her familiar shade of brown locks of hair have grown longer, and a few of her teeth are missing.
“Aunty Y/N?” Morgan mumbles, now a little bit more awoken, in confusion. “What are you doing? It’s still night time.”
“Hi My little Mockingjay.” You whisper back, tearing up at the thought of just how much you missed her. Her eyes light up at the nickname, Tony always laughed about how Morgan would brag about her Nickname her favourite Aunty gave her. Natasha usually would be upset at such a comment, but everyone knew Morgan had you wrapped around her finger. “How can you hear me? Or see me?”
“Can you come lay down with me? Daddy didn’t stay for long enough.” Morgan asks instead, and you don’t waste a second before you have the brown haired girl cuddling up to you. “And I wished for you!”
“Wished for me?”
“Yeah! I saw a shooting star the other night with Mommy and Happy while getting cheese burgers and I wished for you to come back.” You look down at Morgan as she talks, and you can’t help but melt. While you wished you were still kicking it with the alive gang, as you call them, you don’t regret your decision being with Natasha, and you would much rather Morgan have her father too, as you know if it weren’t you to snap your fingers with the stones first, Tony would have.
“You did?” You ask, too emotional to say anything else.
“I did.” She nods proudly. “But just to me though, I had to share you last time.”
You can’t help but laugh, and you’re grateful only Morgan can hear you. You lay your head on hers, and she yawns quietly.
“Go to sleep Mockingjay, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“Goodnight Aunty.”
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As long hours pass in boredom waiting for the sun to rise, you wander around the Stark Cabin trying to catch up on as much as possible. You smile at the new photos, and tinker with some of Tony’s new gadgets. You even manage to relocate some of his tools, knowing he’d be deeply confused next time he goes to use them.
When morning arrives, you’re standing in the window, watching the lake, imagining the scene of the day all your family gathered around for yours and Natasha’s combined memorial, you know this from the small plaque that sits at the end of the small jetty, that you could see read;
“Y/N & Natasha Romanoff’s forever home.”
It is true, when you and Nat would come to the cabin to visit, you two often spent time somewhere in the lake in a little boat, sometimes Morgan tagging along too. Natasha often joked that if you were an animal, you’d be a Bass fish, just because you loved the lake so much.
“Y/N!!” You hear Morgan calling from upstairs, before rushed feet come bolting down the stairs, when she reaches the bottom, eyes wide in concern, you chuckle. But before either of you can say anything, a half asleep Tony comes trudging down the stairs.
“Morgan, we’ve spoken about this, Y/N isn’t here anymore.” Tony says softy, an you can’t help but smirk at how wrong he actually is. Having not seen him during the night, you take note of his greying hairs and bushy beard, you also can’t help but want to pluck his eyebrows.
“She’s right there!” Morgan laughs pointing directly at where you’re standing by the window still, wanting to prove her dad wrong. Tony looks at Morgan in confusion, looking back between you and Morgan, obviously not seeing the same thing Morgan was.
“Tony did you hit Morgan’s head on the doorframe taking her to bed again?” Pepper jokes, making her entrance down the stairs, just hearing the conversation between her two brunettes.
“No I didn’t.” Tony denies quickly, before defending himself further. “And it was one time!”
“Twice.” Morgan adds in quickly, causing Tony to shake his head in disbelief before making his morning coffee. Morgan sits down at the table as Pepper places a bowl of cereal in front of her, and pulls out the chair next to her and pats it, expecting you to sit down too, and you do.
“They really can’t see me.” You say quietly, looking at Tony and Pepper as they look at Morgan looking at you. You wished they could, you wished you could hug them and tell them how happy you are now, and how they should be too.
“Of course not.” Morgan replies after a few moments, her mouth full, but yet never taking her eyes off you, the chewed up cereal spilling everywhere.
“It’s Offical, Morgan has lost her mind.” Tony snorts, causing Pepper to chuckle with a roll of her eyes as she get’s up to clean Morgan up.
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It’s a few hours later, You and Morgan sitting in her tent out in the garden after lunch. You’ve spent every moment with the little brunette, playing and laughing and playing pranks on Tony.
“I didn’t want to play with Luna after that day in the sandbox.” Morgan concludes her story, and you can’t help but stare at the girl as she absentmindedly plays with her barbie and rambles on about another story. You have a feeling your time with her earth-side is ending soon, so you want to remember everything about your Mockingjay.
The twinkle in her eyes when she get’s the approval for another juice pop, or the frown she gets in-between her eyebrows when Pepper brushes a little too rough through a knot in her hair. You will never forget her concentration face when working with Tony, one identical to her father.
You wish Natasha was here to see her and your family too. Although you and Morgan had the closest relationship, Nat wasn’t far behind. You and Natasha had always spoke about the day you may both have your own children, and see Morgan love them like she does the both of you.
You and Nat never told Tony, but Morgan had always told you both that she loved you 3002.
