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Believe (Chapter 10)

Daughter reader x Rumpelstiltskin and Belle French

Summary: The aftermath of finding out they're your parents.

Warnings: swearing, tattoos.

A/n: Finally the next installment. It's a short one, but I've been busy with exams.

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The next moment, Belle’s hand is on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze, and the next, you’re enveloped into hug with her and Rumpelstiltskin. Your body goes rigid in the hold, not expecting it. Seriously, it’s barely been ten seconds and they’re already this touchy feely. This is something that’s making you question your judgement on coming over here.

No, you needed the answers and to talk to them, your mind argues right back at your thoughts.

A few seconds later when they notice your awkward stance, they pull away. Belle has a couple tear tracks on her face, and you try your hardest not to make a face at that. “So, uh, now what?” You ask in the uncomfortable silence. You hadn’t gone that far ahead with planning what to do. Mostly because you thought that they actually were crazy and delusional.

Belle purses her lips together, just taking you in, along with Rumple. They’re just staring at you with…love…in their eyes. “Okay…You can stop staring now, you’ve seen me before” your eyes dart around the pawn shop, looking at the all the miscellaneous objects. “Sorry, it’s just you’re here and you know we’re your parents. A-and this…” She steps to the counter and picks the folded knit blanket up from it. “This was your baby blanket. R-Rumple spun the yarn and I-I knit it and-” her voice breaks, a tear running down her face from the memories the blanket gives her.

The man places a hand on her shoulder in comfort. And again, you’re trying not to make a face at the emotion coming from her. “That’s…sweet?” You question, not knowing how to react. Belle sniffles quietly before a small chuckle emits from her at what you said. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get used to having people around.” She reassures me. Though that’s the exact opposite of what you were hoping for. “Great” You sarcastically mumble to yourself.

Belle looks back down at the blanket, not knowing what to do now. She doesn’t know how to proceed, especially with you just standing there looking like you’d rather be anywhere else right now. Rumple gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

You want to get this over with and then do – you don’t know what exactly, you didn’t think this through. Clearly. “Why yellow?” You ask, breaking the silence. “What? Oh, the blanket.” Belle quickly connects what you mean. “Well, I guess this colour has just been a symbol of Rumple and I’s love and wanted to pass it to you” Belle starts to get unnervingly sassy, at least for your liking.

Which makes you go, “Why would that colour-” You cut your own question off while looking between them. “You know what, I don’t want to know” Your face twists, having a feeling the answer would be something nothing up your alley or liking.

“It’s nothing bad. Just our love” Belle says with a soft smile. “Uh huh..” Your face twists in displeasure again.

“Why don’t we go sit down in the back? We can talk more and get to know you” Rumple says, not leaving much for discussion of choice for you. There’s not exactly a way out for you, so you relent your denying thoughts and just nod. “Sure” You mumble, the epidemy of not wanting to socialize, even if they are your parents that you just found out about for real not even an hour ago.

He and Belle turn and lead the way into the back room of the shop. In a flick of his hand, Rumple has the worktable cleared and three chairs appear around it. You keep a groan in and slump down into one of the chairs as the other two sit in their own in a more civilized manner, especially compared to you. Not that you care all that much.

“So…What exactly are we going to do? Other than sit here awkwardly.” You cross your arms. “Well, how about you tell us about yourself. We weren’t there when you grew up, we want to know everything” Belle says hopeful, just wanting to get to know her daughter and get close to her. They both look at you expectantly.

“I grew up in the forest, fended for myself. I guess I was somewhere before the woods, but I have no idea who with and there were no leads for me to ever figure out. I killed people…mostly men” you list things off casually. “Roamed around, went into small villages, stole some stuff, ate stuff that probably weren’t meant to be edible. Figured out that I had magic when I was like six or something like that. Uh, stopped aging when I was sixteen, then being here and being cursed as someone else, but not really cause I was basically just a different font of myself just with an actual place to live and not having to fend off jackasses.” You finish off, giving no details, not wanting to get into it fully.

Belle and Rumple stare at you before glancing at each other with worry in their expressions. “What?” Your voice deadpans, not having the mental capacity to deal with this crap. “Is there anything…happy? Or like non-violent, where you’re enjoying your life?” Belle tries to act as casual as she can, but her voice wavers. “Who said I didn’t enjoy it” Your face is basically stone. Until Rumple gives you a look, a look that shows he knows you’re lying right through your teeth, to which you sigh and roll your eyes. “What do you think? Of course, ninety-five percent of my life in the enchanted forest was crap and basically hell. So, no, there wasn’t much for me to enjoy.”

Belle sighs, a sad look coating her face and posture as she looks you over again with wide eyes full of sadness. “Don’t start with your pity stares or talk. I’m not in the mood. And never will be.” You immediately clock what she’s thinking and is about to say to you.

“Oh…okay. If that’s what you really want, Sweetie.” She says, failing at hiding her disappointment. “Good.” You make a face at what she calls you, not attempting to mask it at all.

“Well, then how about your life here. In Storybrooke. Since the curse broke?” Rumple asks, veering the conversation further instead of the dead silence that was about to happen. You glance at him before sighing, “It’s fine. It’s better than the woods, so there’s that. It’s annoying how much the town people talk and don’t know how to shut up and leave me alone when I’m at basically any place, cause no one knows who I am.” You roll your eyes. “I like reading, and I sew, I guess I enjoy that.” You basically mumble, not knowing what else to say.

“What kind of things do you sew?” Belle asks. “I don’t know, everything. Tops, skirts, dresses, bags.” You shrug. “Basically just anything I want.”

“You should definitely show us some time then, we’d love to see something you’re passionate about” Belle says, her joyfulness coming back, Rumple nodding along with her, finally this is going somewhere.

“I guess. But not now” You lean back in the chair further. From the angle you’re sitting in, your tank top rides up a little, showing the tattoo you have on your lower left side of your abdomen. “What’s that?” Rumple asks, his face becoming hard. You look down at where he nodded down to. “What? My tattoo?” You raise a brow.

“Yes, that. Why do you have that?” His overprotectiveness is shining through. “Because I liked it and wanted a tattoo. And in any defense, it was cursed life me who got it. But my only regret of that was not getting more.” You shrug, knowing this is riling him up. “Even then. Why do that to your body? For just a what is that? A lemon?” He says, voice stern.

“Woah, woah, slow your roll, old man. First of all, it’s a strawberry. And second of all, it’s my body, I can do whatever the hell I want to with it. You have no say. Even if you guys are my parents now, I guess.” Rumple sighs, but Belle silently beams at you calling them your parents.

“But just to be clear, I’m not calling you ‘mom’ or ‘dad’. So don’t hold your breath.” You say, getting up from the chair. “I’m hungry, I’m going to Granny’s. Come if you must, but I make no promises of being some good little daughter” You roll your eyes at yourself for even telling them your plans.

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Wasn't she sixteen...?

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summary: when you are on a mission with your uncle Steve, you accidentally become part of a large, secret Hydra experiment, and suddenly, you return to the compound as a toddler…

pairing: Winterwidow x adopted daughter teen/toddler reader

warnings: none I think

genre: fluff

words: 3333

a/n: I remember reading something with the reader turning into a toddler a long time ago, and the idea always stuck with me. I figured it would be really cute to do it with an adopted reader, because it means that Natasha and Bucky have never taken care of a toddler

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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A simple mission. That is what Fury said. A simple data collection. In and out.

“Simple,” Steve scoffed as her carried a sleeping 2 year old in his arms. As it turns out, the mission was not as simple as Fury had initially stated. The Hydra base was in fact, not empty, and you, were in fact, not ready.

Fury had assured Natasha and Bucky you would be fine. You had been with the Avengers since you were 11. You had been fighting your entire life before that, and now you were with the Avengers and all you wanted was to follow in the footsteps of your adoptive parents.

Natasha and Bucky couldn’t be more proud, yet they also couldn’t be more worried.

You had never been on a mission before. Natasha and Bucky deemed them to dangerous, and you were only 16. They didn’t want you on missions until you were at least a legal adult.

You were upset of course when they told you, but it didn’t take you long before you understood. Missions were dangerous, and despite your upbringing, you were simply not ready yet.

However, when Fury came to Natasha and Bucky with a file, which contained an easy mission, they decided you were allowed to go.

It would be a quick in and out mission. There wouldn’t be any danger and your uncle Steve would be with you. Everything would be fine, except it wasn’t.

The mission appeared to be more complicated than Fury had originally thought, and the Hydra base seemed to be anything but abandoned. The scouts Fury had sent out prior to the mission had been deceived. It was a trap, for you.

You had Steve had gone inside the base, finding the control room and copying the data.

However, when you were copying the data Steve heard strange noises coming from the hallway. He told you to stay put and finish the data transfer while he went to check.

You did as he said, continuing to transfer all the data from the computer.

However, once the screen displayed 100 percent, all electricity in the room fell away. The door fell shut, and a red light was all that lit up the room.

You pulled the usb out of the computer in a haste, trying to see if you could get the door open. You were unsuccessful, and despite your training, you were starting to panic. You could hear grunts and blows landing not far from your location and so you figured Steve was fighting off multiple Hydra agents.

After you unsuccessfully tried to open the door, you took a step back, taking a deep breath and emptying your mind. You tried to remember what you father told you.

“Don’t dwell on situations gone wrong. Accept the unexpected. Don’t stand around whining. Try to find another way.”

You could hear your father’s voice in your head, repeating the things he had taught you. Don’t dwell on the situation, you repeated in your head as you turned around, scanning the room to try and find something else that could help you.

It didn’t take long before you spotted the end of a vent in the ceiling, and after pushing the large computer from the desk, you moved it over to the wall.

You climbed to stand on top of the desk as you inspected the vent, figuring you could fit through if you managed to get it open.

The metal was screwed into the wall rather tightly, and the vent wouldn’t budge as you tried your best to pull it open. While focusing on the vent, you failed to notice Steve trying to talk to you through the door.

Once you heard him yell your name, you turned around, jumping off the desk and making your way to the door.

“It’s a trap! They’re gonna do something to you!” you heard Steve yell as he tried to get the door open. He too failed to open the door, despite his super soldier serum.

You ran back to the desk, climbing on it once more and trying to open the vent with much more force than before. This was supposed to be an easy mission. You wanted to make your parents proud. You’ll be damned if you get trapped back with Hydra because of it.

However, after you tried your absolute best to get the vent open, you still failed, and the red lights in the room started to flicker as an alarm could be heard.

Smoke started to fill the room and you tried to hold your breath for as long as you could.

It didn’t take long before you had to breath again, and as soon as you did you felt the smoke work its was inside, infecting your brain and your senses. You lost your balance and fell off the desk, unable to break your fall as the smoke fogged up your brain, confusion taking over.

You tried to stand. To get to the door. To get to uncle Steve, but it was worthless.

You laid on the floor until you lost consciousness.

After the smoke had taken effect on you, the alarm stopped. The smoke disappeared from the room and the red light returned to normal. The door sprung open and Steve rushed inside.

However, what he found was not exactly what he was expecting.

There you were, sitting on the ground with a pile of suit around you. You were no longer sixteen, you were a toddler. You looked to be around two, and because only your body had shrunken, the suit you were once wearing was way to big, and so it piled up around you.

Once you saw your uncle Steve your recognised him immediately, even in this from, and you giggled and smiled as you reached your little arms up.

Steve picked you up quickly, rushing back to the Quinjet and discarding of your suit, wrapping you in a warm blanket instead. You had a few cuts and bruises on your little body but they didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest as you giggled and laughed while playing with Steve’s beard.

He sighed as set the coordinates for the Quinjet back to the Avengers tower, contemplating on how the hell he was going to explain this to Natasha and Bucky.

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Once Bucky and Natasha heard that the Quinjet was landing, they rushed to meet you, wanting to hold you in their arms and assure themselves you were safe.

However, when Steve walked off the Quinjet, a confused and guilty look on his face while carrying a little child, they could only think the worse. Natasha and Bucky rushed over to Steve, asking what had happened to their child. They needed to know you were safe.

Steve chuckled dryly as he held your tiny form up, and the moment you saw Natasha and Bucky you started smiling, reaching for Natasha, wanting your mama to hold you.

Natasha took you from Steve confused, before she took a good look at the toddlers face and realised that it was indeed, you.

“Y/n?!” Natasha exclaimed confused.

“Mommy!” you giggled happily as you buried your face into her shoulder, exhausted from the journey.

“Wasn’t she sixteen when we sent her with you…?” Bucky asked confused, a dangerous tone hidden underneath his playful one.

“Well, you see, she got hit with some kind of strange gas and now… well… she turned into a toddler…” Steve explained, scratching the back of his head while avoiding to make eye contact.

“What…?” Natasha asked even more confused, rubbing your back gently as you fussed before you settled down again.

“I don’t know what happened. The Hydra base we were at was not abandoned, but they didn’t try to hurt us. I left her alone for just a minute while I went to fight other Hydra agents off, and when I came back, well…” he finished, motioning to your sleeping form.

“I’m really sorry…” Steve added apologetically as he looked down.

Bucky took a deep breath before laying his hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“We’ll go and see Bruce. Hopefully he can help us reverse it,” Bucky stated. Steve looked up at him confused, before he noticed Natasha’s massive smile while she interacted with your younger self. Maybe this wasn’t all bad.

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After speaking with Bruce and Tony, Natasha and Bucky found out that your little form was reversible, but that it would simply take time. They stated that eventually the effects of the gas would wear off, and then you’d be back to your normal, teenager form again.

Natasha and Bucky thanked them as they made their way to the living room, you still happily in Natasha’s arms.

Bucky had already started planning an entire mental list of all the things they would have to get for you. I mean, you were two years old and the only thing that adorned your little body was the fuzzy blanket from the Quinjet.

There weren’t any clothes for you. There wasn’t anything in the Avengers tower for a two year old.

On top of that, Natasha and Bucky had never taken care of a toddler before. You were eleven when the Avengers saved you, and you were eleven when you were adopted by Natasha and Bucky. They didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a young child.

While Bucky rummaged in the kitchen, trying to find something appropriate for you to eat, Natasha sat on the couch with you in her lap, playing peek a boo while you giggled and tried to copy her movements.

Bucky eventually settled on grabbing you an apple, coming back from the kitchen and handing it to you.

Natasha gave him an unimpressed look when you took the apple from Bucky’s hand, studying it for a second before holding it back up to Bucky. Bucky looked confused, sending Natasha a glance for help.

“She’s two, James,” Natasha simply stated as Bucky hesitantly took the apple back.

“Daddy cut,” you stated as you pointed at the apple, and Bucky immediately realised how stupid he had been.

He went back into the kitchen, hearing you giggle as Natasha stated, ‘stupid daddy,’ in a playful tone. Once he returned with the apple, cut this time, he sat beside Natasha, holding the little bowl while you reached for a piece.

You happily munched on your apple slice while you laid down on Natasha’s chest.

Perhaps they should lay you down for a nap soon.

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Clint had heard about what had happened to you. He had immediately started digging around in the old clothes from Lila and Nathaniel. The clothes they had kept from Lila were all baby clothes, and so he settled on just grabbing some of Nathaniel’s clothes.

He arrived at the compound quickly, finding you still sitting on the couch, finishing your last apple slice.

Natasha held you close as she softly rocked you back and forth, a happy and content smile on her face. She loved you more than anything in the world. She loved your shopping trips, your determination when you insisted on certain songs during car rides. Your ability to make Bucky say yes to whatever you asked. But she could not deny how much she had longed to hold you in your younger years.

Holding you, in your two year old form, was everything she had ever wanted.

You were so small. So fragile. So young. Natasha was more than grateful that she gets to experience you being so small as well.

Clint smiled at the sight, walking into the living area and sitting on a chair close to Natasha and Bucky.

“She’s adorable,” he stated as he got a good look at you.

Your little head perked up at the sound of his voice. “Uhncle Clint!” You stated happily, tripping over your words as they came out as a mushed up mess.

“Hello there tiny,” Clint responded as he smiled at you.

“I got you some of Nathaniel’s old clothes. I couldn’t find anything from Lila’s but I figured this will do for now,” Clint explained to Natasha and Bucky as he handed Bucky the clothes.

You little arm immediately reached towards the pile of clothes, sitting up straight in Natasha’s lap as you pulled the clothing items out of the perfect pile, wanting to see all of them. Eventually, you reached for a shirt with little planets on it. You held it up to Natasha.

“On mama,” you stated firmly, to which Natasha laughed while she helped you into the shirt.

Eventually, you were happily dressed in a miss matching set of pajamas, leaning into Natasha again as your eyes started to fall close.

“I think it’s time for a nap,” Natasha stated as she stood up, holding you tightly to her chest as she made her way towards hers and Bucky’s bedroom. Bucky followed her as they went into the bedroom, Natasha laying you on the bed.

“Do two year olds wear diapers…?” Bucky asked, deep in thought while he contemplated putting a diaper on you or not.

Natasha let out a huff of amusement before handing a diaper to Bucky.

“Yes they do,” she stated as she sat down on the bed, making sure you kept laying down as Bucky gave her a confused look.

“Well go on dad, put a diaper on your kid,” Natasha stated playfully, listening to your giggles as Bucky’s face heated up.

“I don’t know how…” Bucky stated, a little embarrassed.

“Come on super soldier, I’ll talk you through it. It’s not that hard,” Natasha explained as she motioned for Bucky to get to work.

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After Bucky’s diaper adventure you were asleep pretty quickly, all the excitement from the day catching up to you as you slept peacefully on the big bed. Natasha had laid pillows all around you, building some kind of wall to ensure you wouldn’t roll out of the bed while you slept.

After you were down and content, Natasha had offered to go to the mall to pick out a few necessities for you. Bucky had reluctantly agreed, even though he was terrified to take care of you. You were only a little baby, and he was terrified to hurt you.

Natasha had assured him that he would do great, and Clint had offered to stay nearby incase Bucky would need anything.

And so, Natasha happily went to the mall, shopping in all the baby stores as she put way to many objects in her basket. She had never had such an experience before. Sure, she occasionally picked up a thing or two for Clint’s kids, but getting to pick out stuff for her own little girl felt entirely different.

She had already received a dozen texts while she was gone, all from Bucky as he slightly panicked with every sound or movement you made.

Natasha chuckled to herself as she read through the texts, assuring Bucky you were fine and that you were just sleeping like any normal toddler would.

“Are you looking for anything specific?”

The question pulled Natasha away from her phone, turning to look at the woman beside her. She had a kind smile on her face as she scanned the objects in Natasha’s basket.

“Oh, uhm, I’m not sure,” Natasha stated, giving the woman a smile back.

“Your first child?” the woman asked, and Natasha nodded with a bright smile on her face.

“It was unexpected, to say the least,” she chuckled at her own joke, watching the woman’s face as she smiled kindly.

“How old is she?” the woman asked, judging by the basket contents that you were a girl.

“Two,” Natasha stated as she picked up another set of pajamas, the pattern a collection of different cartoon drawings of your favourite animal.

“It’s a great age. I loved it when my kids were that age,” the woman told Natasha.

“Children that age often want comfort items. Does she have anything like a stuffed animal, or maybe a special blanket?” the woman suggested, and Natasha thought for a moment before shaking her head.

“No, I suppose she doesn’t. I should probably pick one up for her,” she stated as she gave the woman another smile, moving to walk over to the stuffed animal section.

The woman trailed behind her and guided her towards a collection of adorable bears, all dressed in various pajama sets that were sold around the store.

“You could get one with the same pajamas as your daughter,” the woman explained excitedly, picking up a bear dressed in the same pajamas that Natasha had picked out earlier.

Natasha took the bear, thanking the woman before making her way to check out.

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Once Natasha arrived back at the Avengers tower the first thing she noticed was how the common area was a chaos. Clint and Wanda were looking around while Bucky just paced around panicking.

Natasha walked over to Bucky, a determination to calm her boyfriend down before he would have a mental breakdown.

“Y/n’s gone,” Bucky stated as he say Natasha come into view.

Clint immediately turned around upon hearing Bucky’s words, letting out a chuckle and walking over to Natasha as well.

“For the record, y/n is not gone, she is simply playing hide and seek,” Clint started, looking around. “And she’s damn good at it…”

Natasha laughed as she set her bags on the couch.

“Y/n? Sweetie, it’s mommy. I have some things for you,” Natasha stated in a sing songy voice, her ears immediately perking up when she heard your excited giggles coming from her right.

There you were, running as fast as your little legs could take you, straight for Natasha’s lap.

You jumped up on the couch, climbing onto Natasha as you hugged her tightly.

“Mommy!” you exclaimed happily, giggling as Natasha attacked your face with kisses.

“Was my little princess hiding from daddy?” Natasha asked as you nodded, still giggling as you pointed over to Bucky.

“Daddy not finding me!” you exclaimed, stretching out to give Natasha a kiss on her cheek.

Bucky sighed with relief as he moved to sit down beside you two, his large hand stroking your back, it almost being as big as your entire back. You giggled and pushed yourself away from Natasha, using her shoulders to push yourself up so you could give Bucky a kiss as well.

“I best at hid and seeking,” you stated proudly, and Bucky chuckled as he nodded, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Look what I have for you my little malyshka,” Natasha said as she reached into the bag, pulling the stuffed animal from the bag and handing it over to you.

You smiled brightly, immediately hugging the bear tightly to your chest when you got it into your hands.

“Matching pajamas…” Bucky stated with amusement as he pulled the pajama set from the bag, holding it up for you and Natasha to see.

You gasped in excitement as reached over to it.

“On mommy, on,” you stated as you managed to get the pajamas in your hands.

Natasha chuckled and helped you out of Nathaniel’s old clothes, ripping open the packaging of the new pajamas and helping you put them on.

“I look like bear!” you exclaimed happily as you looked at yourself, holding up your bear for Natasha and Bucky to see.

“Yes you do doll,” Bucky stated as he pulled you into his lap, showering your face with kisses.

Both Natasha and Bucky would never say it out loud, but they hoped you would stay a two year old for a little while longer, loving the new domestic feeling it gave them to raise a little kid. Of course, they loved you and they would be more than happy when you were to turn back into your teenage self, but they couldn’t deny the fact that they wanted to enjoy holding your little form for as long as possible.

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