jordluna

[jordluna]

DUDE THIS WAS SO GOOD

Disappointment pt.2

A/N: Here ya are folks, by popular demand. This also has a HUGE trigger warning on it do not read this if suicide is a trigger for you. Also did I listen to three songs that have to do with being a disappointment/dying in your parents’ arms while writing this? Maybe. Did it enhance the experience? Yes.

Warnings: Suicide

Pt. 1

It had been four months since the initial incident. Your hand and arms did eventually heal but it seemed to be pointless ass once they would heal up you would simply add another set of cuts. The bandages around your arms became a common sight.

Clint had been suspended indefinitely from the Junior Agent program and your peers were given their due punishments. While it was comforting to know that no one would have to go through what you did it didn’t get rid of the thoughts that had come to haunt your every waking hour.

You despised yourself and who you had become in these last four months. Your condition had only declined and you had shut everyone out.

The team had tried their best to get through to you, your mother more than any of them. She would try to get you outside more and take you to do things that used to give you joy. All they did know was remind you of the girl you once were and how you would never be her again.

It got to a point where Tony had called in the best psychiatric money could buy. The appointments you had set up proved to be of no help at all. You didn’t cave to any of the questions that were asked and instead would simply sit in silence for the entire hour of your appointment. Your eyes would glaze over while you simply stared into the distance. Most of the time you wouldn’t be able to even hear your doctor trying to get your attention.

The sorrow you felt was so agonizing and all-consuming that you stopped coming out of your room all together. You would stay inside on your little cloud of darkness and pain. Your world turned grey and nothing seemed to bring you any sort of joy anymore.

Living like this was becoming too hard, too painful to withstand. When this reality set in on you it only made you sink deeper into your self-loathing.

How could you have ever dared to dream of being an Avenger when you’re this weak-minded? How dare you believe you would be able to ever live up to being a low-level S.H.I.E.L.D Agent let alone and Avenger?

Hell, how could you have ever dared to dream to one day live up to the family expectations?

The very thought of the gall you once had made you sick to your stomach. To think you would ever be good enough to fight alongside your family when you were this weak made you sick to your stomach. They deserved better.

Your mother deserved better.

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Natasha knocked on your door gently. She didn’t expect a reply and merely waited a few moments before entering so you could prepare yourself. In all honesty, she also needed a moment to mentally prepare herself for what you looked like now.

You looked sickly and despite the baggier clothes you had started to wear she knew you had drastically lost weight. Her heart shattered to pieces every time she saw you. She wished nothing more than to be able to take your pain away and make it all better.

She would give her life to do so.

Walking into your room she let out a shaky breath when she looked at your form. You were curled up on your bed with your back to her.

“Uh…we have an emergency mission to go to right now. We should all be back in a few hours so tell F.R.I.D.A.Y if you need us and we’ll come right back, alright? Mission be damned.” Natasha watched for any indication that you had heard her but when you gave none she sighed a bit.

She walked over and placed a lingering kiss on your cold cheek. “I love you, Y/N. So much.” You still gave no response and despite the ache in her heart Natasha made her way back to the door.

“I love you too.” Your voice was soft and raspy from how much you had neglected to use it in these past months but it still made Natasha turn to look at you in shock.

Smiling with newfound hope that you would be getting better she left the room.

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The cool mountain air hitting your face was the best thing you had felt in a long, long time. Sighing heavily you leaned back against the tree you had been sitting by for the past hour.

The sun had gone down right after you had gotten back up to this spot and now the stars had risen. From here you had the most beautiful view of the valley below as well as the bright full moon.

By all accounts tonight was perfect. Perfect scenery, perfect weather, perfect peace. Closing your eyes you took a deep and steadying breath of the night air.

The soft music coming from your phone was slowly was beginning to fade away. So was the world around you. Everything felt heavy and hazy.

You know you would think someone as smart as Tony Stark would know to hide his multiple full bottles of sleeping pills when there was a very mentally ill teenager in his place of residence.

Oh well, made things easier for you. You looked to the bottle of vodka in your hand and with some difficulty took a gulp, fully ignoring the burn down your throat. You figured if you were to go out this way you might as well go out with a Russian drink.

When you had gotten up here hours ago you were starting to talk yourself out of it. Maybe it wasn’t too late for you. You could still get better like everyone said, maybe even become an agent as you had always dreamed.

Then you remembered your peers would not be so kind and how you would most likely just end up here again. Why prolong the inevitable right?

Besides, your mother deserved better than you. She deserved someone who could fill her shoes, someone strong than you, someone better. She needed someone like Peter…yeah…like Peter. Not in the sense that she needed someone exactly like the spider but she needed someone who would be able to take to her just like Peter too to Tony.

She needed someone who would make her proud. She needed someone who wasn’t a disappointment.

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“Nice job team, I’m off to hit the showers,” Tony said with a smirk as he walked out of the loading bay and off towards the living quarters.

The mission had gone off without a hitch, there were no major injuries and they had seamlessly gathered the intel they needed.

The rest of the team had followed Stark, all chattering about the mission and how well it had gone. “Hey I’m gonna go check on Y/N, I’ll be back,” Nat said to the others as they all went straight to the common room.

They all sprung up when she rushed back to them shaking with a note in her hands. Bucky had rushed over to her after seeing her pale form and the pure terror that danced in her eyes.

Taking the note from her he read it over and had to stop himself from nearly throwing up. “What is it?” Sam asked cautiously.

“It’s a suicide note.”

The room fell into chaos as they all tried to figure out where you had gone and how long ago you had left.

Natasha scanned over the letter again and again before looking up. “I know where she went. F.R.I.D.A.Y, how long ago did Y/N leave?”

“About four hours ago miss.”

Natasha felt as if she would cry right on sight. “She’s two hours away, we have to fly there.” Steve instantly rushed off the ready the quinjet while Bucky and Wanda did their best to try and calm Natasha down.

The woman was on the verge of having an anxiety attack. The only thing keeping her together was the thought that they were still time. They could still get to you and everything would be alright. You were still alive.

You had to be.

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They finally got to you 30 minutes later. When Natasha had spotted your still form from the sky she felt her entire world shatter the pieces.

Once the jet doors opened she practically flung herself from them and sprinted to you. Sliding on the ground she grabbed your lifeless form and shook you.

“Y/N, my love please don’t do this to me.” She began to sharply slap your cheeks in an attempt to wake you. “Come on, come on, come on! Please, baby, don’t do this to me.”

She felt as though the air had been completely knocked from her lungs. Her entire being ached as she held your limp form in her arms.

Pulling you to her chest she began to rock back and forth whispering “Please…please come back to me. Please wake up.”

When she still gained no response she finally let herself cry. The sobs that began to take over her body were harsh and uncontrollable. “Please! Please Y/N, don’t do this to me. Please!”

Steve couldn’t bring himself to look. He had to turn away as Natasha let out a scream that would forever haunt his dreams.

[jordluna]

Fuck the election is realllyyy fucking stressful...

💙💙💙

[jordluna]

Disappointment

A/N: Alright y’all, here’s that request. MANJOIR trigger warning on this one. This deals with self harm and self hatred in a decent amount of detail. Please do not read this if any of those trigger you. Also if any of you deal with these sorts of issues, my dms are always open.

Warnings: ⚠️Self harm, self hate, angst⚠️

With a soft pained groan, you hit the mat for what seemed like the fifth time in this session alone. Soft snickers caused your jaw to tighten, your teeth gritting together.

“What’s the matter, Romanoff? Can’t hold your own in a fight?” One of your fellow junior agents quipped from the sidelines. Your eyes flicked to Clint who was overseeing all of this. Your eye twitched slightly as the blonde man remained silent making no moves to reprimand your taunters.

A scoff brought your attention back to your opponent. “Pathetic.” He spits a slight smirk on his face. You kept the face of sheer neutrality, something you had learned and mastered from your mother. You needed to remain calm.

Slowly getting to your feet your peers continued. “You know agent Romanoff must be disappointed to have a daughter like you.” A girl, Sally, remarked from the sidelines. “Yeah,” Jason laughed before getting back into his fighting stance. “I mean imagine having a kid who can’t fight and you’re the fucking Black Widow.” Despite how hard you were trying a slight frown tugged at your lips. Jason’s smirk only widened.

“Oh don’t worry Y/N, I’m sure your mother wishes you were never born just as much as you do.”

Something in you snapped and in the blink of an eye your hand the larger boy in a throat crushing headlock. Everyone in the room went still in shock, not that you noticed. At that moment there was nothing but you and his struggling form. He was clawing and thrashing around like a wounded animal, desperate for the air you were depriving him of. You couldn’t help the slight smirk that crawled onto your face at the sight of his face turning purple.

You honestly could have killed him sooner but something in you wanted to prolong the experience which was lucky for him because it gave Clint time to try and pry you from the boy. When that didn’t work he come Cap and your mother who came rushing into the room.

It was your mother’s angry yell of your name that snapped you back to reality. Your eyes flicked to her and then to Jason who was starting to go limp. With a scowl, you pushed the boy to the ground before stepping away from him. Natasha quickly rushed over, taking a firm hold of your arm before leading you from the room with Cap in toe.

Clint kneeled to help the gasping and heaving mess of a boy you left on the floor, slightly kicking himself for letting things get too far.

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“What the hell was that Y/N?” Your mother asked, pacing the floor. You were now sat in an empty conference room with the disapproving gazes of Maria, Cap, and your mother all on you. You however refused to answer. If Clint let what those kids slide then there was not a chance in hell anyone in this room would side with you, thus your best option was to remain silent.

Growing increasingly frustrated with you Natasha sighed. “I thought I taught you better than to let your emotion get the better of you like that. You almost killed that boy.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Only because I got there in time.” She hissed. Your green eyes, perfect replicas of your mother’s, flicked to the floor. You just wanted this to be over with. All you wanted was for them to give you your punishment and send you on your way where you could let your unwanted anger and pain out in private with not judging or prying eyes.

A deep sigh came from Maria. “We’re suspending you from the program until further notice.” Your eyes flicked to Maria, wide with shock. “What…? No, you guys can’t do that.” Steve sighed. “We can and we will. You proved to us that you cannot be trusted around others and until you can show us that you can control yourself.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that when I can’t spar with anyone or undergo training.” Maria shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out Y/N.” Your eyes flicked between everyone in the room before landing back on your mother. “Mom…” the words came out in a soft desperate plea. Natasha shook her head. “I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.”

All light drained from your eyes at that moment. Your body completely slumped back into your chair. You could only just barely make out Cap dismissing you and Natasha clarifying that you were to go straight to your room. Numbly you walked down the corridor and to the living quarters.

Once you reached your room you took in a deep shaky breath. “F.R.I.D.A.Y? Lock the door and don’t let anyone in unless I say so…please.”

“Of course miss. Are you alright?” The A.I asked sounding genuinely concerned for you. You chuckled cynically. The only person showing any care for your feelings was a fucking robot. Nodding your head you walked into the bathroom. “I’m fine F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Looking into the mirror you glared at your reflection. You hated who glared right back at you. You hated everything about her just like everyone else around you. She was exactly what everyone said she was. Weak, pathetic, unpredictable, would never be able to live up to her family name.

A disappointment.

Your mother’s words took over your every thought. You didn’t want to believe what all those kids said to you but then she went and said it herself. You were nothing but a disappointment.

Suddenly you let out a great cry of rage before your fist collided with the mirror, shattering it and getting glass shards stuck in it. Panting heavily you crushed to yourself and looked at your bloody hand before feeling another wave of frustration hit you. Why couldn’t you feel the pain? You physically couldn’t feel the extensive harm you had just caused your hand.

Stumbling back you hit the wall and slid down it into a sitting position. Your eyes examined the bloody and cut-up hand. It looked like it should hurt like hell but you felt absolutely nothing. Or maybe you did and it was just nothing compared to the mental anguish you felt right now.

Either way, it only angered you more. You wanted—needed to feel something, anything other than everything you were feeling inside. A larger piece of glass on the floor caught your eye.

Reaching over, you picked it up with your injured hand and held it up to the light. It was perfect…it would do the job rather nicely.

Leaning back against the wall you pressed to shard to the soft flesh of your opposite wrist. Bitting your lower lip in concentration you pressed the glass into your arm until the deep red liquid appeared.

Dragging the glass across your arm you stopped when you felt it was the appropriate length. Moving down a bit you repeated the process again and again but you still felt nothing. Scowling as tears that you hadn’t even noticed were falling fell harder and harder you moved onto the other wrist.

By the end of it, you were sobbing hysterically. Throwing the shard across the bathroom floor you gripped your head in your hand. Rocking back and forth you tried to let out all the pain and disgust you felt for yourself. You just wanted it all to be over. You just wanted the pain to go away.

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After a few hours of sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of your open self-hate, you got up and washed off your arms. Ignoring the sting of the water hitting your open wounds you walked over to the first-aid kit that was kept in all bathrooms in the compound and began to patch yourself up. You spent about an hour making sure you got every single bit of glass out of your hand before you dressed it along with your arms.

You weren’t even going to attempt to hide your injuries from the team, you didn’t expect them to care all that much either. Instead, you would spend as long as you could in your room before sneaking out to get some fresh air alone. You didn’t feel like facing the adults in your life anytime soon.

Laying back on your bed, you plopped back and raised your hand up to your eye line. Your eyes scanned over the bandages that already had small specks and pools of blood gathering on them. If you weren’t so drained you would have begun crying again.

Instead, you merely set your arms down before rolling over and falling asleep.

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The next morning you threw on a hoodie and got up extra early. It was around 4 am, you knew everyone wouldn’t be up for at least another hour. Grabbing a small backpack you walked to the kitchen and packed it with water bottles as well as with a few snacks for the day.

You needed some time alone and you could already see someone in the team coming to pester you today so you decided to do something that would help clear your head. Yes, going hiking alone was dangerous but you weren’t exactly the average person so you figured you’d manage.

You walked down to the garage and walked over to the motorcycle Tony had recently gotten you for your 16th birthday. You pushed it out and away from the compound until you felt you were far enough away to turn it on. Once on the bike, you took off in the direction of some of the more famous hiking trails.

By the time you arrived it was 6 am, the sun would be up soon. You decided to try and hike to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise in all its glory. If three things in this world always made you feel at peace it was the stars, sun up, and sun down. The opportunity to see one of those felt far too good to pass up.

Walking up the mountain you found it was beyond peaceful. Even with the slight creepiness that’s came with the darkened forest, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than calm. Out here there was no one to say you weren’t enough, no one to bring you down, no one to be disappointed in you. Right now, that’s all you needed.

You made it to the top a few minutes before the sun peaked its head over the horizon. Pulling out your phone you began to play soft music which admittedly was depressing but that’s how you felt, depressed. It had an oddly calming effect on you, listening to songs about broken hearts or dead loved ones. It made it almost feel as though you weren’t alone in your pain.

Speaking of pain, you looked down at your arms and sighed. You would have to face your—the team once you got back. You didn’t feel as if you had the right to call them your team anymore, hell they basically kicked you out and left you without a way to prove yourself. The only way you would be able to prove yourself was if you went against direct orders and you couldn’t see that going well for you even if what you did was good.

Your dreams of being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent were over. Ripped from under you in the blink of an eye. Maybe you really would amount to nothing.

You truly were nothing but and failure.

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You had gotten back to the compound around 12. It was Saturday and just about everyone’s day off so you mentally prepared yourself for whatever anger you would be subjected to since you had snuck out.

Walking into the common room you tensed at the instant cold look your mother gave you. Her hands were crossed over her chest and her gaze was bordering a glare. Fidgeting, under her gaze you sighed. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out your bike keys before extending your arm out to her.

“Here, before you even ask for them.” A frown tugged at your lips when she made no move to take them. Tilting your head you followed her now sorrowful gaze. “What happened to your arms?” The softness of her tone caught you completely off guard. You hadn’t realized you were holding out the keys in your injured hand, you didn’t even think about it.

“It’s nothing, just take the keys.” When she still didn’t look away from your arms you lowered it before walking over to the counter and setting them down. You ignored the confused and concerned gazes of the others in the common room and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey! Y/N, glad I caught you.” The archer said when you walked over to the fridge. “Look kid, I uh…I wanted to apologize about yesterday. I let things get out of hand, I should have stopped them.” You merely shrugged and mumbled a ‘whatever’. Clint opened his mouth to add something before pausing and frowning. “What happened to your arms?”

Slamming the fridge door you groaned. “Why is everyone so obsessed with my arms huh? Just chill out about it, it’s nothing.”

“Hurting yourself isn’t nothing, Y/N.” Your mother’s voice caught your attention as she walked in with Tony and Steve. “My arms will heal, it’s not that serious.”

“Y/N, you can’t just do that to yourself kid, it’s not healthy. You can’t hurt yourself.” Tony scowled gently. A fire lit in your eyes, an angry one. “Oh but when other people do it it’s no big fucking deal huh?”

“Language!”

“Oh fuck off Steve.” You scoffed earning a gasp from your mother. “Y/N-“ Shaking your head rapidly you cut her off. “No! I’m sick and tired of this shit! Other people get to say slick shit to me about how I’m worthless and how I’ll never be good enough but when I finally lash out and retaliate I’m painted as the villain.”

Natasha’s eyebrows drew together in confusion which caused you to pause. Turning to Clint you tilted your head. “You don’t tell them?” His eyes flicked between you and the other three adults in the room, guilt very evident. “I…the kids had been going a bit harder on Y/N.”

You scoffed. “A bit? They’ve been going in on me for months. It’s been nothing but verbal assault after verbal assault while you stood idly by and let it happen.” Natasha, Tony, and Steve looked at Clint. “Is that true?” Steve asked narrowing his eyes at the archer who was now avoiding their gazes.

When Clint simply nodded you continued. “You know I looked to you for help yesterday. I though maybe, just maybe you would tell them enough was enough but you didn’t. So when Jason opened his mouth again I put him in his place and I get suspended for it.”

“What did that boy say?” Nat’s question wasn’t directed at you. She was asking her best friend directly. Despite her calm demeanor, you could feel the anger rolling off her in waves.

When Clint remained silent, Tony chimed in clearly angry. “What did he say, Clint?” Look at the group Clint sighed. “He said…”Oh don’t worry Y/N, I’m sure your mother wishes you were never born just as much as we do.”

Your eyes closed at the memory of Jason’s words. The room fell into a stunned silence so you took the opportunity to speak. “So you see, I’ll have to ask for your forgiveness in the fact that I lost myself after that. But after months of people calling you worthless and one of the people closest to you not protecting you, it’s only fair that you begin to believe what they’re all saying. Maybe I am just a little disappointment.”

Picking up your bag you pushed past the three. Natasha left Tony and Steve to deal with Clint as she rushed after you.

“Y/N-“

“Leave me alone.” You called before slamming your bedroom door behind you.

[jordluna]

hey, i love your fics so much! i was wondering if i could maybe request a nat x teen daughter fic please?? natasha saves her daughter from the red room after she left, and by the time nat found her shes now a teenager. her daughter is always anxious around everyone besides nat, but nat is super sweet and understanding. one day she walks in on nat dancing and is shocked since she didn't think nat still danced. nat convinced her to join, and she had to teach her that dance shouldn't be used a punishment or forced, and it took a bit for her daughter to get used to not being yelled at constantly and to learn that she was free to move however she wanted. it soon became their "thing" to dance togetber when they were stressed.

i'm a dancer and it's currently a little rough right now so i'm looking for something to pick me up lmao thanks💞💞💞

Hoped you like it 🥰

Sorry it took so long to make. I honestly am just so stressed about the presidential election tomorrow.

[jordluna]

Ballet

Natasha x daughter!reader

You usually weren't this anxious. Well saying that is an understatement. It always feels like someone is always watching your every move. Even in your time in the red room the other girls just always had it out for you. This was most likely because you are the daughter of the most valuable assassin that came from them. Due to this you were always the subject of attention, especially by Madame B.

When Natasha rescued you though when you were fifteen everything changed. For the better you realize now. You’ve always known that the Black Widow was your mother. When you were eight she locked you in a closet on one of your missions with her and Natasha told you everything. You were obviously shocked to your core at first because you have heard of mothers suppose to be loving and caring towards their young ones. Yet the red head was cold and seemed emotionless. Before Natasha could tell you anything else you had training to do. That was the last time you ever saw her.

Seven and a half years later when you were on a mission she somehow found you walking along the streets of New York. You didn’t recognize her due to the fact you wanted any trace of your mother out of your memory. After all, she abandoned you. Left you there in that terrible place to suffer without answers.

Natasha, the new name she went by now, distinguished you right away. You had her eyes, nose, facial shape, the only thing you didn’t inherit was her dark red hair. Instead your hair was long, dark, and curled at the end. With a red wig though, you could definitely pass as her maybe.

At first you were hesitant to leave the red room the place you grew up. You were even more hesitant to trust Natasha. She explained though how she met Clint and was going to come back for you but couldn’t get the red room’s new location after they switched bases. She seemed like a whole new person than the young woman in the red room.

After a while though you became all soft around her. She was truly the only person that could make you talk about your day for hours. You found school quite boring since most of the things they teach you there you already know from the red room’s instructors. No one except Peter knew that your were the daughter of the Black Widow.

The Avengers were the second people you were able to talk too. Even though you barely talk around them Natasha thinks it’s process that they are able to make you let out a laugh or smile once in a while with Tony making fun of Steve and Steve trying not to look offended.

When the reoccurring nightmare of the red room came back to you though, there was nothing that could reassure you. You decided maybe letting you anger out on a punching bad down in the training room will help. So you grabbed your boxing gloves and head there.

However when you arrived down in the training room you were surprised to see Natasha there. Was she dancing? Apparently she was. She had her hair tied up in a loose bun as she did pirouettes in front of the giant mirror. She saw you behind her and turned around swiftly.

“Hey y/n. Couldn’t sleep?” She asks taking a gulp of water from her water bottle. You nod slowly dropping your bed.

“Perhaps you would like do dance with me?” You freeze as you think of the last time you danced. It was a few weeks before Natasha rescued you. You were being punished by doing the same routine for seven hours none stop, after failing to kill your target.

Natasha always told you, you could tell her anything. She was your mother after all. So you told her why you didn’t want to and you saw her watery.

“How about just think about all the negative things that happened in the red room flow out of your body while dancing.” She offered. You agreed and surprising it worked.

“Thank you mama.” You said hugging her.

She smiled seeing her little girl dance her heart out. Just like that you found your new way releasing stress.

[jordluna]

Escape

A/N: Here's that Nat x daughter!reader for you, I hope y'all like it

Life in the red room was a living hell. There was no love, no compassion, no sympathy. The trainers and handlers were just as cold as the Siberian winters they often threatened to throw you into if you weren’t on your best behavior.

Being forced to fight each other until one of you couldn’t stand any longer all the while not being able to show any emotion than sadistic joy was nearly unbearable. It was made even harder with the shadow you stood in.

There was little room for mistakes in the red room as is but for you, it was out of the question. The daughter of the most dangerous weapon the red room had ever produced was to never fail, ever. You needed to always come out on top no matter what.

If not then your punishments would be 10 times worse than anything the other girls received. On top of that, they would force your mother to watch as they beat you mercilessly for your failure. Sometimes they would make her do it herself. If she didn’t beat you to their liking, then they would give you both extra lashings.

When they wouldn’t make her do it and just had her watch, they would always have it set up so that you would have to face her. The two of you would be forced to look upon each other as you took the harsh blows. The look of pure neutrality you mother had shown you every single time will forever be ingrained in your mind.

Part of you wanted to hate her. It wanted to be angry that she never saved you from your abusers, it wanted to call her a horrible mother. The rest of you knew the truth. You knew that if she showed how much seeing you hurt caused her pain that it would be the end of both of you. You knew that if she showed that she loved you you would both pay dearly. You knew she loved you and you knew she wasn’t showing it to protect you.

Eventually, you did get the memo and began to progress in the program even more. In the Red Room, you weren’t allowed to have friends, it was forbidden. Now while that was the case most girls understood what the others were going through and thus harbored no hate or resentment for them. This was not the case for their attitude towards you. They all collectively hated you. Whether it was because you would always come out on top or because you were the instructors' favorites it didn’t matter, it all meant the same thing. You were despised and left alone by the only people who could understand your pain.

It was only made worse without the blatant love of your mother.

You became just what the Red Room wanted you to be, cold and unforgiving. By the time you were 15, you had already surpassed your mother at that age.

“She’s ready.” Madame B said after coming to stand beside your mother. They had just watched you take down one of the older girls with swift ease and not a hit of remorse. Natalia knew exactly what she meant and it chilled her to the bone. Yet, she held her tongue.

A smirk rose on Madame’s lips and a soft hum escaped her. “Her ceremony will be soon,” when she still didn’t gain a rise from Natasha she turned to leave. “You should be proud. She’s done even better than you, Black Widow.”

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You were woken up by a small commotion in your room. Instantly you were up and ready to attack. Jumping up to face your attacker you went to yell out only to be pinned against the wall. “Hush Y/N, it’s me.” Your body stilled at the voice of your mother. Narrowing your eyes in the darkness, they finally adjusted and were met with the wide green eyes of Natalia’s.

You stared into them, your eyes softening ever so slightly at what you found. They weren’t cold and emotionless as usual. There was something there, something you had only ever seen in the eyes of the girls you pinned to the mat. Fear.

Nodding slightly she slowly lowered her hand from your mouth, still keeping you pinned to the wall. “We’re leaving.” Your eyebrows drew together in a deep frown. “What?” Was she out of her mind?

“We need to leave, now.” There was a firmness to her tone and urgency. “It’s been a long time coming and I fear that if we don’t leave now we will never get the chance to do so again.” This didn’t make any sense. The last time your mother and yourself had been left in a room together left completely alone was when you were but a breastfeeding child. So having her barge into your room in the dead of night saying you were leaving was alarming. It had to be a test.

With a hard glare, you instantly flipped the two of you, slamming her against the wall. Caught slightly off guard it was all too easy to grab her by the throat with surprising strength. “This is a test. If they want me to take you down then I will not hesitate.” To emphasize your point you squeezed a bit harder.

Natasha stared into the green eyes that were perfect replicas of her’s as she tried to pull your hand from her throat. Your grip was far too strong. “Damnit Y/N, this isn’t a test.” She hissed. She could feel her vision blurring and you clearly weren’t letting up anytime soon. “T-they plan on graduating you.” Your eyes widened at her words and instantly you dropped you, stepping away from the now sputtering woman on the floor.

You stared at her stunned as he tried her best to regain her breath. Clutching her throat she looked over at your now scared form. It pained her heart to see the fear in your eyes at the very mention of the graduation ceremony. “W…why are you telling me this?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Because,” The redhead panted as she got to her feet, still clutching her throat. It was going to have a nice bruise on it. “I can’t let them do to you what they did to me.” You didn’t respond, just stared at the floor trying to process it all.

As much as she would have loved to give you a moment and pull you into a hug that you clearly needed, there was no time. She walked over to the door to check if the coast was clear. “We don’t have time for this, Y/N. We must go.”

There was a split second before you blinked and snapped into action. You had quickly packed a small bag before joining her at the door. The two of you shared a quick glance before she nodded.

“Let’s go.”

[jordluna]

Inconvenience

Natasha x daughter!reader

As you grew up you've always known of your loving and caring home and family. Even though Nat adopted you after your bio parents abandoned you at the park when you were not even a year old. Now though that seems to be all forgotten as no one in the tower even shares you a glance of attention.

It's not like you're the type to want attention though, so why is it bothering you? Because the one person you actually want it from gives you it the less nowadays.

Every time you ask Natasha if she wants to go out with you on a mother daughter outing it's always 'I'm sorry, I don't have the time' without even looking up from her files.  A few months ago you didn't mind as much but now it is ridiculous.  Hell, the woman doesn't even ask you if you want to go on missions with her anymore!

No use asking the rest of the team either.

This is what finally drove you into packing up all your stuff in a backpack, and heading straight back to your birth country, Russia.

As you got off the plane you couldn't help but chuckle at how easy this was. The plane ticket was easy to get; being a junior Shield agent helps with that. Now all you needed to do was find a place and you were all set.

Back At the Tower

"Hey Nat have you seen your kid?"

"She's probably in her room Tony." He gives Nat a confused look.

"Just checked, not there." Natasha sighs loudly as she gets up from her shield files.

"Friday, do you know where Y/n is?" She asks the AI.

"It appears miss Romanoff has left the tower... And the country for that matter." Natasha blood stops cold in its track. Her heart beats faster at the thought of you being taken by force. Tony and her crash into you room where she finds the note you left telling her how it's probably for the best that your gone and sorry for being a nuisance to her and the rest of the avengers.

Nat's heart drops reading the note. She didn't mean to ignore you or ever make you feel like this.  All she ever wanted to do was give you a loving home and life. How could she fail so miserably?

Even though your a shield agent your mother knew where you were. Even thought it might not feel like it she knew you better than anyone.

Russia

You walking on the Russian roads as the cold rain hits your body. Your so focused in your own head you don't even notice the woman behind you.

"Y/n?" The woman says. You immediately recognize it to be your mother. You freeze and look behind you and guess what? You were right.

"Shit, I haven't even been missing for 24 hours, I thought it would at least take you guys a few months." You expect her to give you a half smile but she doesn't. Her face is pale. You finally notice her blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. Could she have been crying? No, the infamous Black Widow does not cry. Does she perhaps?

"I'm so sorry..." She says looking you in the eyes to let you know it's true. All of a sudden an overwhelming load of guilt fills you knowing that you've caused this.

"I-" Is the only word that comes out your mouth as your completely oblivious what to say.

"Sweetie I never should have made you feel the things you felt in the note. I promise I will make it up to you."

You crash into her arms embracing her in a tight hug not caring who the hell is watching you two.

"I love you mama."

"I love you too."

[jordluna]

What about one where reader is like 15 and feels the Avengers, namely her mom Nat, don’t care for/need her so she runs away and when Nat finds out a chase scene ensues. Also reader is a trained junior agent so it makes it even wackier

Hope you like it! Sorry it took me so long to do fucking homework.

[jordluna]

Sorry for the delay of writing... I’m really try to but so much fucking homework is driving me insane 🤪

[jordluna]

What about Natasha x daughter!reader in Civil War? I love your work ❤️

Ofc! I’ll definitely do it, but can you give me a specific scene? Thx for the note 🥰

[jordluna]

❤️REQUESTS ARE OPEN❤️

I’m not equipped to do romantic characters yet sadly.

[jordluna]

Your Safe With Me

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: Your biological parents are physically and verbally abusive. Can Natasha save you? Reader is around 5 here.

Request from my tumblr 😊

It was the beginning of Natasha's new start. A new start to make up for everything she's done in the pass. To wipe her ledger clean.

Natasha has only been Natasha for a few months now. Clint is slowly but surely pushing her in the right direction to start a new life away from the terrible red room. So she sits on a bench next to a park watching the world go by while reading a book about things to do in New York.

After her training for so long it's not hard to notice the little things. She's already counted all the people in the park to make sure no one would sneak up behind her. So far everything looks good and she's about to return to her book when she see's someone new.

A girl with  grimy sweater over her dirty dress runs towards the play equipment looking back every chance she got. Once she was got to the playground she stopped out of breathe. This is when Natasha was able to get a better look at her.

The child looked very malnourished and when her sleeve would roll up from her skinny arm it was littered in bruises. Natasha clenched her teethe being reminded of the way she use to endure pain similar in the red room. At least they fed us still Natasha thought.

The child finally noticed Natasha staring as the two locked eyes. The only thing that seemed to separate the two was the yelling of the girl's parents.

"Come back here you little shit!" The man screamed.

"You're a disgrace!" The woman kept repeating. You froze as fear swept through you as you almost completely forgot about the other woman there. Your father grabs you roughly about to yank you towards him. But before he can do that the red headed woman stops him.

"Don't you dare touch her." She says sternly at your father who grits his teeth astonished at her strong grip.

"He was about to punch her with his free hand while you screamed not to but the woman was faster. She grabbed it twisting it around effectively snapping it. He screamed as your mother ran off with him. "Keep that son of a bitch!" She screamed one last time.

Natasha wanted to run off and beat them up more for what the have done to you but her head whipped around to your small whimpers.

"Hey, it's alright now милая(honey). Are they always like this?" She asks you rubbing your back.

"Most of the time." You whisper while bowing your head.

"It will be okay sweetie. Your safe with me."  Before she can finish speaking you jump into her arms and embrace her in a hug. She wasn't very used to it but hugged you anyways. She put the shock aside and let the warm feeling in her heart embrace her.

"What's your name by the way?"

"It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"Natasha."

The next day your biological parents were arrested and you were put in an orphanage. Natasha then a few weeks later adopted you, hating you being stuck there and you both grew to love each other very much. She can still remember the first time you called her mom.

[jordluna]

Can I request a Nat x daughter where the daughter is in an abusive household and Nat ends up growing very fond of her and maybe adopts her? <3

Hope you enjoyed!

[jordluna]

You’ll Alway be my Star

Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader

Summary: Your mother and the team cheers you on from the bleachers during your basketball game. Daughter!Reader is about 10.

“Mom!” You scream scattering all over your floor on the avenger’s tower ten minutes before your basketball game.

“Detka I’m trying to make sure the team is all going to be there! What is it!” She says from the kitchen texting everyone to make sure they don’t miss anything.

“Have you seen my basketball shoes?” You say entering the kitchen resting your head against the fridge. She sighs as she walks over to you handing you them.

“Please Y/n be more careful with them. I found it in Tony’s suit some how.” You smile at her while you put your shoes on.

*****

“Go Y/n!” The team screams as you dribble the ball down the court.

“Tony your recording it all right?” Steve asks as Tony gulps knowing the recording on his glasses is not on. He sees Natasha give him a deadly glare making him turn it on instantly.

Your wide open for a shot as the whole gym is on you.

“Shoot Y/n! Shoot!” You hear your uncles, mom, and aunt scream from the stands along with your teammates. Your about to shoot but one of the opposing sides tackles you to the ground.

“What the hell?!” Your mother screams from the bleachers watching the scene.

“Language!” Steve says taking a be bite of his corn dog. The ref ended up calling a foul on the girl but not before she whispered in your ear.

“Guess the Black Widow’s daughter isn’t so strong after all.” All though the comment really shouldn’t have bothered you it was her smirk that drove you crazy as she pretended to help you up but pulled her hand back. So naturally you do as you were taught to do.

Beat the little ass up.

You tackled with a lot more force than she pushed you down with and repeatedly started punching her in the face. What was so possibly wrong about it? You were sticking up for yourself.

By the time you were finished it took Steve and Bruce to pry you off her as you got ejected from the game and two upcoming.

“Was it worth it?” Natasha asked as she drove you to pick up shawarma as a ‘I’m proud of you but just don’t do it again’ reward.

“So worth it.”

[jordluna]

Meeting Clint Barton

Natasha x daughter!reader

You weren't one to mention the beginning of your childhood. Up until the age of six, you never played on the playground, had play dates with friends, or went to school. In fact the closes thing you had to that was the education they gave you in the red room. The only normal thing you would ever have was having a mother.

"Why do we have to go again?" You ask Natalia as she loads a whole lot of guns and other various weapons into a duffle bag. The two of you were currently going to a mission. The location happened too be in the United States. Luckily for you English was your second language so you and Natasha fit in like a mother daughter duo there just perfectly.

"You know why Y/n. It's either complete the mission or be killed. Do you want to die?" Natalia  asks a little to harshly then what she meant but she needed to make sure you knew that this was no joke. You quickly nodded your head.

You were created by the red room during the graduation ceremony. Madame B had been telling her ever since she was a little girl that she would never be able to have kids after that. She should have known it was all a lie.

Natalia and you were not at all close back then. You can thank Madame B and the other instructors for that. You knew she was your mother by the obvious resemblance. Still your small self couldn't wrap around the fact that she was your mother. Neither could she. Everyone knew the Black Widow was not in any way mother material. Or so everyone thought.

Madame B quickly opened the door as your mother zipped the duffle bag. You stood behind her carrying your small suitcase.

"The plane taking you to your location will be departing soon. Better hurry up."

"Yes Madame." Natalia said.

*****

You've been on a couple of missions with your mother before but never one in America. Washington D.C. to be more specific. The red room always thought it would be a good idea for you and Natalia to be somewhat murderous partners. The cold hearted assassin and her daughter.

What everyone didn't know was Natalia wasn't as cold hearted as people thought. This also included you. She did have a weakness and that was her love for you. All though she never really showed it, she did care deeply for you. She wished that she could give you both a better life together. Where you could have friends, go to school, have a loving home. She's even dreamed about it before.

Natalia knew though that those things would most likely never come true. You both were going to be stuck in this hell hole that you couldn't escape.

Once you two landed you guys almost immediately went to work. The two of you side by side would take down whatever of the red rooms enemy's. Although you could kick anyone's ass you were still six and some people were still to strong and experienced for you.

After a couple of days when you finished the mission Natasha wanted to get you something nice. You were a little surprised when she took you to the nearest park not expecting it at all. She watched you very carefully as you try the new play equipment for the first time.  Natalia wouldn't know what she would do if something happened to you  when she wasn't watching.

What surprised both of you is that you were able to make a couple of friends around your age there also. When they first approached you, you were almost ready to attack them if they stepped a few feet closer. However they asked you if you wanted to play a game called tag with them, which you happily agreed with. They explained the rules and you had a blast with them. Your mother enjoyed seeing you act like a normal six year old for once.

When she took you back to the abandoned warehouse you two were currently staying at, you told her how much fun you had. She smiled while nodding on as you told her how you felt so fast as they chased you around the playground and the joy mixed with excitement. You both wished deeply you could experience this moment again.

"Natalia, when do we have to go back to Russia?" You asked, with a deflated look across your face. She gave you a sad smile while rubbing your back, something she has never done before.

"We have to leave tomorrow morning. I wish we could stay and go to the park again though." You just agree with her knowing there was nothing else you could do.

"I will be back in an hour." Natasha says to you. You nod and wait for her to return. What you didn't know was Natasha was on her way to buy you a stuffed teddy bear. Something that you've never had before. She went to the nearest shop and even though she barely had anymore American cash she was able to buy you the teddy bear.

*****

"You got eyes on the prize Barton?" Fury says into Clint's ear piece.

"Damn right I do." Clint repeats back, as he stands on a buildings roof close to the shop your mother was in. Shield had sent him to go assassinate the famous Black Widow. He had immediately recognized the vibrant red hair, he had only seen in a few photos when she walked in.

"To many civilizations. I can't kill her just yet Fury. Are you even sure this is the right Black Widow we want to kill? She looks like she in her early twenties. How deadly can she be?" Clint says noticing Natalia's young features and sweet fake smile she gives the cashier.

"Clint Barton this woman is credited with almost 2,000 assassinations. Trust me, this is her. and finish the target needs to be killed before she can hurt anyone one else."

"Copy that Fury. I will kill her when she's in her hideout." Clint says. He looks through his binoculars again, and sees something interesting. The widow with a teddy bear in her hands? No it can't be. He pushes the thought of who it might be for out of his mind as follows Natalia from a far.

When Natalia comes back into the warehouse she's met with your saddened face awaiting to be talked back to that terrible home. Your smile comes back when she sees what she's holding in her hands.

"Is that a teddy bear?" You ask her hoping it is meant for you.

"Yes it is Y/n." she says kneeling to your level lifting her hand up to give you the bear. She sees your smile light up even more as you hug the teddy bear tightly. "I'm sure there's a way we can hide it from the rest of the red room."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Natalia!" You say with joy, which makes Natasha give a smile. The first one that's not fake.

"Your welcome." She puts her hand slowly on your shoulder as a small sign of affection. However it means the world to both of you having to grow up to show no emotion unless it has to be plastered on.

You and Natalia's sweet moment though is interrupted by a bow zooming into the warehouse. It lands on the ground but your eyes grow wide to the bright red flashing light, with numbers slowly going down.

Before you can process what's happening your mother grabs you and uses her body as a shield while a loud bast fills the room and you two are crushed by rubble.

"Mama!" You scream in your terrified state. The smell of smoke fills your lugs as Natasha gripes her arms tighter around your body, afraid that if she let you go, something terrible will happen. You obviously hadn't meant at that moment to call her mama but she wasn't mad at all. It was in fact one of the best feelings she's felt in a long time.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, I'm right here." You immediately start to feel more safe as you hug your mother tighter.

As Clint watches the explosion happens he hopes that he's completed the mission. He knows that it was a quick death. Probably better than she deserved. He hisses as he sees rubble move from underneath the ruins of the warehouse.

"Shit." He whispers.

"You just had to make this more difficult." Fury says knowing exactly that he hadn't necessarily finished his work.

"Guess this is going to be a little trickier than I thought."

You and Natalia both pushed the last piece of rubble blocking you from the night sky. You took a deep breathe of the air and looked around to see your surrounding everything was on fire. All your clothes they gave you and the spare food. All you had left was your gun, the teddy bear, and your mom.

"Y/n!" Natalia screams while grabbing you forcefully again and pulling you into her arms. An arrow almost slices through your skin but misses as you move swiftly. You can feel the overbearing weight on your chest get tighter. "Y/n you have to listen to me. You have to run far away to the woods near here alright? I will come get you as soon as I can."

"No Natalia, I can help you fight the arrow guy! I don't want to leave without you." You say as tears well up in your eyes terrified of loosing her.

"I know you do, but I don't want you to get hurt baby. Whatever happened to calling me mama?" Natalia said hurt that moment would only last for a second.

"You like it? I thought you would be mad at me."

"I'm not Y/n. Now please go!" She says hearing more explosions coming from near by.

"I love you." You say as the tears finally roll down.

"I love you too. I love you so much." Natalia says raising her hand to your cheek.

You start running as fast as you can and take one last look at her before going off into the woods.

*****

As Hawkeye wonders around the ruins of the warehouse he has his bow already ready waiting to see if his target had been killed already. He takes one more step but feels the cool metal pressed behind his head.

"Hawkeye." The Black Widow snarls angrily at the man.

"Widow." He repeats.

"So here to kill me I see. Sorry to tell you but your mission isn't going to be fulfilled today."

"I doubt that." Just then he takes his bow and strikes your mother in the thigh forcefully making her groan but nothing more. She aims a punch in his gut that is affective and uses her legs and wraps them around his neck. She throws him to the ground but he somehow manages to use her strength against her and pins her down.

"I think your mission to live long isn't gonna be fulfilled." Clint says as Natalia tries to escape but Clint has a firm grip.

"I will make it a quick death." Clint says aiming an arrow at your mother.

Just then he hears the sound of a gun being fired but no ammunition comes out. He looks to the sound and sees you holding a unloaded gun shaking vigorously at him. He notices the grimy teddy bear your holding in your other hand.

"You brought a child to the scene Widow?" Natalia looked at you and practically motioned for you to run off before you would meet your death also. Or worse witness hers. However you just stood there dumbfounded knowing if you made one wrong move your mother would have an arrow through her skull.

"Leave baby, please leave for me!" She yells in Russian.

"I'd rather die trying to be with you again mama." You say to her. You see the fear in her eyes then look to Clint. He doesn't understand Russian but was now putting the pieces together that the Black Widow has a child.

"She's got a kid." Clint says in his ear piece.

"That's not possible. There are no records of the deadly assassin bearing or with a child." Fury says back.

"Well she does. A little one. Probably no more than 7." Clint looks at Natalia then you.

"No! Don't hurt her! Spare her life I'm the one you want dead!" Natasha begs from her position on the ground.

"How about you two come with me?" Clint asks confusing everyone.

"What the hell did you just say?" Fury questions angrily. Clint though just ignores him.

"Wha.. what? Natasha says.

"Come to Shield where I work at. I'm giving you this opportunity because I've been in your place before. People can change. You can change."

"I don't know about this... You did try to shoot my daughter with your arrows." You give in a little smile.

"Mama, I don't want to go back to the red room. I wanna stay in America with Shield!" You squeal excitedly.

"My name's Clint." He says while extending his arm to help your mother up.

"I'm Natalia, but that will have to soon change I guess. This little one right here is my daughter."

"Hi, Clint I'm Y/n." You say shyly hiding behind your mothers back. She however nudges you forward gently to get you to come out and shake his hand.

"I'm not sure where you're going at Barton but oh well." Fury says.

May have a part 2!

[jordluna]

Yeah She’s My Mom

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: You get in trouble at school and everyone finds out who your mother is.

When you woke up, you already knew it wasn't going to be a good day. Not only did your ex boyfriend of almost a whole year, cheat on you with the head cheerleader you found out he was cheating since the start of you three mont anniversary. You only found out last night. You didn't waste your tears on him though. Sure you really loved him, but he wasn't someone worth crying for.

You quickly got out of the car late for the second time this week and it was only Tuesday. "See ya." Natasha said as she drove off quickly due to having a mission. You gave her a quick wave as you bolted through the door finding your first class of the day.

As you opened the door out of breathe everyone's eyes went to you as the teacher gave you a deadly stare. You were pretty used to those though having the enemy giving you that glare on missions. Also you no doubt it from your mother pretty much once everyday.

"Ah, Ms. Rushman" Mrs. Smith says using your fake last name to your annoyance. "How nice of you to join us. Although you should have been in here at least fifteen minutes ago." She looks at her watch as the rest of the class snickers. Typical.

"Yeah well my mom took little longer packing up her stuff for work." You say. "Yes, while it's not like your mother is saving the world." She says as you sit down at your desk and roll your eyes at the irony. If only they knew. It's a real shame that you can't tell anyone that the Black Widow is your mother and that you help the avengers sometimes defeat bad guys and what not. How many teenagers your age can say that?

Through out the day you here the whispers of your so called friends talking about you behind their back about you and Jason's break up. You also see the way every time you pass Brooke, his now girlfriend the way she laughs bitterly at you. You ignore it at first, though you know that wouldn't be for long.

"Oh look what we got here." Brooke says as, her your ex, and about three girls and three boys corner you in the hallway. You look around seeing any other students or staff but spot no one there's no possible way you can go run to the nearest exit now. It's not like you want to step away from the possible fight that will break loose at any moment now. With your training, they wouldn't even know what hit them.

"What the hell do you want Brooke?" You asked rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. She steps closer to you putting her hands on her hip. "We want to see your pathetic ass hurt as much as you are possibly hurting inside."Jason and the rest laugh at you as you step closer to her.

"Sorry to tell you that I honestly don't care. In all honesty I only dated you because I was wasted when i made out with you at that stupid part." For a second you can see the slight hurt on his face that now makes you laugh. his girlfriend and friends though did not find it funny.

Brooke then slapped you hard on the cheek. You easily saw her weak arm coming but figured if you were going to get revenge better let them get the first hit. She grinned widely as you held your hand up to your cheek faking a gasp. She was about to go for a punch next but you dodged it and grabbed her arm. She and the others looked shocked as you held a strong and firm grip. As the two girls came at you, you kicked their knee caps making them groan in pain as they fell hard on the ground. You then twisted Brooke's arm stopping when you heard a loud crack and a shriek escape her lips. Your eyes got wide not fully intending to break any of their bones, but hey no going back now. You let go as she held her broken arm with her good one. You kicked her stomach forcefully causing her to tumble back into one of the boys harshly making them both fall to the ground. The next boy threw a few punches at you which you obviously dodged and  then punched him square in his left eye. Last but not least,  Jason. He was beyond terrified as you smiled at him with his friends lying around you in pain. Although you could see the fear written all over his face his cockiness got the best of him, and he tried to kick you. You grabbed his leg and twisted it so hard until you heard the satisfying pop. You then kicked his face and heard the crack of his nose breaking and saw the gushing blood coming out. Another kick would teach him a lesson you thought. You were about to kick him again but the principal and and Mrs. smith stood in front of you with their mouths wide open. "Oh shit." You responded.

*****

Natasha was currently fighting off some hydra agents, with the rest of the Avengers, when her phone rang.

"Hello?" Natasha asked while taking down five men. "Ms. Rushman, this is y/n's school speaking."

"Has something happened to y/n?"

"Well lets just say y/n's okay, but she has gotten in some trouble." The male voice says. Natasha sighs. "I will be there in ten."

*****

You waited outside the principal's office along with the injured kids. An ambulance was apparently suppose to pick them up soon as they all whimpered in pain. Your smirk a little remembering the fond memory of beating the bullies up. That really put that in their place.

All of a sudden everyone started gasping and taking their phone out to take photos as something caught their attention in the halls you stood up trying to get a look at what they were so shocked about. And that's is when you saw Natasha.

Everyone was moving out of their way for her as she strutted the hallway in her cat suit. Shit... You totally forgot that she was on a mission. She's going to be supper pissed at you.

"What is going on-" Mrs. Smith and Principal James said in unison. Their words though immediately were replaced by a gasp as your mother walked up to them. Her face was emotionless as usual, but was immediately replaced by concern as she looked at the beaten up kids. She then looked at you and noticed how you were perfectly fine. Natasha could even tell by the smirk on your face that you were better than fine.

"Hey mom." You said giving her a little wave. Everyone in the entire school's eyes went to you. The staff were very confused, the students were astounded, but the bullies were mortified.

"Y/n." She simply replied. "So will someone explain to me why I was called in?" She knew though that there was no way in hell you didn't beat up those kids. Mrs. Smith was about to explain but annoying-ass Brooke beat her to it.

"You apparent daughter here beat us up!" Brooke practically screams. Her super high pitched voice makes you guys wince.

"Is that true?" Natasha asks you raising her eyebrow. "Maybe..." You then explain the whole situation to your mother as the teachers also hear.

"Well from my perspective, your definitely not grounded." Her statement makes a lot of heads turn. "What?" You say confused as to why she's not mad at you.

"They threw the first punch. Also any of you even look at my kid wrong you'll have to deal with me." Everyone's eyes grew wide at the thought of messing with the black widow and nodded. However you couldn't help but chuckle as you and your mother exited the school.

"Oh by the way" You called out before leaving "It's Y/n Romanoff!"

"So ice cream?" Natasha says as the two of you enter the car.

"Ice cream sound nice."

[jordluna]

You’ll Be Okay

I'm so sorry for doing this. I've had the idea stuck in my head for almost a month now and I just had to write it. Reader is about 17 in story.

Natasha x Daughter!Reader goes to Vormir with Natasha and Clint.

WARNING: death

As you, your mother, and your uncle arrive on Vormir you can't help the thought that something terrible is going to happen. As you guys climb up the mountain to retrieve the soul stone you try your hardest to push the feeling away.

You didn't let your dread show on your face though as you knew very well from a young age how to not let your emotions plaster on yourself and just to bottle them up to show no fear. You were an assassin's daughter after all.

As you climb one step at a time looking across the in some twisted way beautiful planet. Another thing is on your mind though. Getting everyone back.

"Everything okay Y/N?" Your mother asks. Even though she trained you to keep your emotions hidden she had a motherly instinct telling her you were unsettled.

"I'm fine. I really hope this works though. Getting everyone back." She rubs your back gently and you feel less stiff at her touch.

"It will. We'll get them all get back." Clint says with a grin. You smirk slightly at the word "all." How amazing it would be to see all of them again. Please let things go smoothly, you plea with the universe in your head.

The universe however had another fate for you.

As you all reach the top your mother speaks again. "I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain."

"Technically he's not a raccoon." Clint says with a huff.

"Whatever he still eats trash." You respond siding with Natasha. Just then a new voice appears from behind you guys. You instantly grab your dagger on the side of your hip and aim it and the being.

"Natasha daughter of Ivan." 'What the hell?' Your mother never mentioned her father before. Your grandfather. She swear she looked slightly confused for a second but then went back to her stern face as he kept talking."Clint son of Edith. Y/N daughter of Natasha."

"Who the hell are you?" You question as he appears to float closer.

"Consider me a guide. To you and to all that seek the soul stone."

"Oh good, you tell us where it is then and we'll be on our way." Natasha confidently says as you try to get a better look at his face. You see his face is the shape of a skull with no nose and it's all red. The rest of his body his hidden under his cloak. Or even if there is a body.

"Ah libechen. If only it were that easy."

He guides you three to the edge of the cliff. You look down and stare into the hard concrete ground far below from the mountain's peak.

"Ehh..worst that could happen is a broken leg." You joke trying to make light of the situation but Clint and your mom are dead silent.

"What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear."

"The stone is down there." Natasha says with sad eyes. You know she's thinking about jumping but your going to make sure that none of them die for this stone. None but one.

"For one of you. For the other, in order to take the stone you must loose what which you love." They love you right? Yes, they do. All you've ever grown up with was love from your family.

That uneasy feeling you got earlier was knowing that you were meeting your end of the tunnel. Your time was up on this universe. The devastating truth was you were going to say goodbye, without saying hello to the ones that got turned to dust. You never got to say goodbye to the rest of your family.

"An everlasting exchange. A soul for a-" You cut him off getting very annoyed at his speech.

"Yeah, yeah. I think we get it Voldemort!"

*****

As you and your mother sit on a rock your head on her lap as she strokes your red hair lovingly, like she did when you were ever feeling sad or anxious. Clint however paces back and forth waving at the cloak dude, now known as Red skull.

"Maybe he's making this shit up." Clint says as you bit your lip. You remember that blue girl, Nebula, telling you how Thanos went up here with his daughter but got the stone and came back without Gamora.

"I don't think so." Your mom says while you sit up.

"Why, just because he knew your daddy's name?" Clint said.

"I didn't." She responds causing Clint to turn his head faintly, as you do the same.

"Thanos left here with the stone. Without his daughter. Coincidence, I think not." You says crossing your arms.

"So there's no hope." Clint says shrugging. You though are not going to believe that for a second.

"We have to have hope. If we don't have hope there's no way we can save half of the universe." You said.

"Whatever it takes." Natasha says as Clint repeats her. You though stay quiet thinking of any other possible way for you all to make it off this damn mountain alive. As your mother gets up and starts talking with Clint, you realize there's no other way. They know this too.

You slowly start regretting all those stupid fights, you've had with your mom over the years. Clint and your mom were far to important to sacrifice themselves. They were apart of the original fucking six avengers for heaven's sake. You though were not as valuable. It had to be you.

As they keep talking about how they should be the one to sacrifice themselves, it aches you knowing they forgot you were with them. How your mother didn't know she was about to loose her only daughter. Her чудо.(miracle)

"I think we're talking about different people here Nat." You  then stand up, and walk slowly toward them.

"Mom... Mom... Mom!" You scream loudly trying to get her attention. What she didn't know would be your last.

"What is it?!" Your taken aback slightly at her outburst but hide it knowing what's about to happen.

"I'm so sorry, but there's so many options but only one choice." They both look at you confused.

You use this to your advantage. You sweep them off their feet using your leg a move your mother taught you and that you have perfected since the age of eight. You then tie their legs and arms together, using the wire Natasha showed you how to use when you were younger.

The horror sets on both of their faces when you take a step back and look towards the cliff and then back at the two.

"Y/N Anya Romanoff, What the hell do you think your doing?!" Natasha yells at you, but you can see the fear in her eyes. You give her a small nod, telling her that you have to jump.

"No baby. Please don't do this! I love you to much." Your heart rate picks up knowing that your saying your last goodbyes to your mother, the woman that gave birth to you, took care of you, loved you with all her heart.

"я люблю тебя, мама. Don't ever forget it." (I love you mom.) Natasha Romanoff barely lets her emotions show but now her face was full of pure horror. Loosing you was and will forever be her worst fear.

"You don't need to do this Y/N. You don't seriously think your doing the right thing, do you?" Clint questions, whispering towards the end.

"That's the thing uncle Clint. I don't think, I know I'm doing the right thing. Whatever it takes. Tell everyone I said hello and goodbye." Your voice cracking a little, as you gave a sad smile.

"Please don't do this Y/N. I can't do this without you." Natasha pleads with you but there's no turning back.

"Your so strong mama. Stronger than anyone I've ever known. I have always admired it for so long, and it's in our blood, right?" Little did you know that Clint was using his sword from behind to break the wire in half.

You give her one last kiss on her cheek.

"Goodbye." You say as you run towards the cliff. Just then, the rope finally breaks and your mother runs towards you getting her gun out of its holster. You close your eyes about to jump when you hear a loud bang and you feel the pain in your leg causing you to fall and groan. You then look behind you and realize your mother shot you.

She then immediately starts running towards the edge. The adrenaline sets in and you get up barely feeling the pain anymore as hot tears fill your eyes. As she jumps off you tie the grappling hook around her then shoot it to some rocks above you. She grabs onto your hand as your legs dangle off the cliff.

"Don't you dare think your leaving. Your only seventeen Y/N. You have so much to do in this world." Natasha says determinedly but you know that's not the case as your time here is coming to an end.

You see your uncle looking over as from the top at you guys that are only a few yards down."Take care of her for me?"

He gives you a small nod as he lets a few tears fall from his eyes.

"I said no. You-" You cut her off knowing that this conversation isn't getting anywhere.

"Let me go. It's okay. You'll be okay." You give her a sad smile as hot tears fall like waterfall down your cheeks. Natasha finally lets the wall crash down and the tears roll. She looks into your emerald green eyes identical to hers one last time.

Just then you know it's time. No going back now.

You use your feet and push yourself off the cliff as Natasha's grip loosens. Time seems to slow as you hear you mother's heart-wrenching scream as you fall. You remember all the best memories you two shared together the past seventeen years.

Natasha watches as your bones break hitting the hard ground with a thud. The image that she will replay every night in her nightmares. She looks down and sees your dead body, with the blood that is pouring out of you mixed with the blood from your gunshot wound.

Her whole life just died the second your body collided with the concrete. Nothing would ever be the same without her baby girl.

She clings onto the heart-shaped locket you made her for mother's day with the help of Tony, when you were five.

"Do you like it mama?"

"Like it? I love it baby!" Natasha says opening it to find the photo of the two of you hugging each other eating ice-cream. She then picks you up and powders you with kisses as you squirm and giggle with excitement.

If only she could share a memory like that again. She couldn't though you were gone. Dead. No resurrections, this time.

"No, why her." She whispers softly to herself. "Why my baby?!" Her scream leaves an echo throughout the mountain.

She then finds herself in water with Clint by her side. She takes out she hand and reveals the soul stone. Natasha's heart shatters as Clint holds her as she sobs into his shoulder.

She would never be 'okay' without you.