#Mama Natasha Romanoff

[heartoreadallthequeerthingz]

Little Omega and Their Big Pack

Summary:

Reader is an Omega AND a Little. Natasha finds them when the Team raids an enemy base.

Avengers Pack + Maria Hill, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Littles are Known, Omegas have rights

Chapter 2: Cuddle time

Note: Sorry this is formatted like this, I got annoyed and just decided to post it.

Wanda POV

Yelena was practically vibrating in her seat when I lowered us onto the Jet. The only thing keeping her from sprinting over to us was Nat’s quiet rumble.

It was so soft it sounded like almost like a purr but it got the message across. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was trying to cover up her purr, big softy.

Y/n had burrowed into her shoulder, their paci gently brushing Nat’s neck as it bobbed slowly in their mouth.

She did go and sit down next to her on the couch though. The omega scooted as close as possible to the pair. I chuckled and made my way to Nat’s other side. Yelena set her laptop down and angled it so I could see Rizzoli and Isles too.

“Why aren’t the doctor and the cop dating?”

“They don’t want the gays to be happy.”

“Ah.”

I noticed Nat taking long blinks as she leaned back getting comfy. Yelena and I made eye contact before I smirked. Yelena grabbed Nat’s shoulders and I grabbed her legs. She grumbled slightly and Yelena let out a displeased chuff that quietened her. We gently maneuvered Nat so her head was resting in her sister’s lap and her legs were on mine. We then both started to purr softly.

“I know what you’re doing” Nat said with a sleepy glare.

Yelena just continued to purr and started to run her hands through Nat’s hair gently as the Widow pouted. Despite her resistance soon enough she was napping with our Little.

Yelena's POV

They’re sooooo cute! I wanna wake them up but lil omega’s probably exhausted, also Nat would kill me. I'm not scared of her but Wanda is very scary when she's mad. We have a Little!!! Aaaaand they’re an omega! I’m not the only one in the tower anymore! Peter is here sometimes but he usually stays with Tony and Pepper, it’s not the same. I wonder if they’d want to make a nest!

————Time Skip to Landing———————

Wanda’s POV

“Wake up Gorgeous we gotta make cookies!” I said quietly as I gently squeezed Nat’s leg and released my scent softly.

Nat grumbled and nuzzled her face against the top of y/n’s, eyes still closed. My heaaaaaart. I continued to nudge Nat in the leg as the rest of the team except Yelena left the Jet.

“It’s my turn to hold them” Yelena huffed and carefully went to grab y/n while releasing her own calming scent.

I held my breath as Nat shifted and green eyes flickered open. Sleepy eyes narrowed at Yelena’s hands and I stifled a giggle.

“Come on you have to make cookies, I can take them” Yelena said whining quietly.

Nat just stared for a minute, eyes flickering between y/n and Yelena. She huffed quietly,

“Fine. But don’t wake them up and take them to our floor please.” The spy said grumpily.

Yelena grinned and carefully lifted the younger omega into her arms. Y/n shifted slightly, seeming to take in Yelena’s forest scent before relaxing with their nose pressed close to her neck. Nat was just laying there and pouting. Yelena began to purr happily as she swayed gently while hugging y/n close. The older Widow’s lip quirked.

Yelena’s POV

My baby omega. They smell like pie! I love pie, they’re so sweet-I’m never putting them down. I nodded at Wanda and Nat before adjusting y/n in my grip and carefully getting off the Jet.

I made my way up to Wanda, Nat, and I’s floor, which I’m assuming y/n will join as well. I paused for a second before letting my omega instincts pull me to the nesting room on our floor. I gently kneeled down and lay y/n in the middle of the California King, on top of some pillows and a super soft blanket.

I then began to carefully gather pillows and blankets from around the bed. All of a sudden I smelled a small spike of nervousness from the Little Omega. My head shot up to see y/n sleepily rubbing their eyes and peeking at me through their hands.

“Hey hey, it’s alright. I’m Yelena Nat’s sister but you can call me Yeezy if you want. Nat and Wanda are downstairs making you cookies like they promised. I’m sure they’ll be done soon.” I saw their eyes brighten at the mention of cookies, same dog saaaaame.

Y/n seemed to perk up when I mentioned Nat and they moved their hands out of their face. I continued to quietly arrange the nest, not wanting to scare them. I smiled slightly as I felt them shuffle a little closer. I could see them leaning towards me with their thumb in their mouth.

“Whatcha doin?” I heard a quiet voice mumble shyly.

“I’m making a nest,” I replied, the Little was eyeing the blankets curiously.

“Would you like to help me?” I asked softly. They nodded and took their thumb out of their mouth.

I held out a soft pillow to them and they grasped it hesitantly. I continued to shift things slowly as to not spook them. After a minute of them still not moving I paused and turned to face them, crossing my legs.

“Have you made a nest before?” I asked quietly.

“N-no I s-sowwy” they said fiddling with the pillow and looking down.

“It’s okay little pie! I’ll show you! Omegas like to nest when they have the materials available. You can put the blankies and pillows wherever you want! We’re just trying to make it as cozy as we can.” Y/n continued to watch me quietly before shifting to set the pillow I gave them down.

I smiled and set more blankets and pillows between us, continuing to work. I watched y/n in my perepheral as they became more comfortable with placing things. I started to let out a quiet purr, slowly increasing in volume. I could see the rest of the tension leave y/n’s body. They began to place things more enthusiastically.

“What’s your favorite kind of cookie?”

“Ch-choc Chip!!!!!”

“A classic. I like snickerdoodles!”

“Sn-sni ka oodles?”

“Snickerdoodles!”

“Oodles!!!”

“Sure oodles it is!”

“Yee?” awww they’re trying to use my nickname!

“Yes munchkin?"

“Milk too?”

“Yes little pie I’m sure they’ll bring milk too that’s a necessity.”

We finished the nest and sat back to look at our work.

“Well what do you think Baby Yeezy? Is our nest ready?” I asked my baby omega.

Y/n got up, using my shoulder to steady themself, and slowly walked around the nest with their hands on their hips. Their brows were furrowed in focus, and I tried not to coo as y/n popped their thumb in their mouth (we definitely gotta get them some pacifiers). They circled slowly before taking their thumb out of their mouth and looking at me seriously.

“Is good!”

“Wonderful, how do some cartoons sound?” I asked, grabbing the remote when they nodded eagerly.

We sat next to each other in the nest with some space between us. I could tell y/n wanted to cuddle but was too nervous by the way they kept inching closer and glancing at me.

Fuck it. I scooped them up quickly and rocked them slightly before setting them down in between my legs. They were giggling softly through the interaction and let out a full belly laugh when I gently tickled their tummy.

The room flooded with her pie scent, smelling like it was freshly baked. Joy, I hope.

[kings-paintbrush]

 ೀ 𓍯Caregiver Natasha Romanoffʚ♡ɞ˚

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧🩰 ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ୨ৎ

‧₊˚「🩰」 ~  She’s a Mama!

𐙚ೀ 「🎀」 ~ She loves playing with her little one! Elaborate pretend stories where you’re a little spy having to conquer the big bad cookie thief! (A stuffed animal 🧸 >:] )

౨ৎ˚₊✩ 「📍」 ~ Definitely one to sing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” with her Little Spider! Nat is definitely one to hum and sing lullabies for her bedbug (cuz ur sleepy), usually classics and ballet songs!

⋆.ೃ࿔*: 「🌷」 ~ for the older littles, Nerf Gun and Water Gun fights!!! It’s always super fun and, depending on how much trash talk there is she may or may not go easy on you.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 *「🍓」~ She’s definitely a stricter caregiver though. Nap times and bed times, and set times for snacks and such… but sometimes if her baby begs just enough she might get a little something!

⋆𐙚˚⊹♡ 「🌸」~  When she’s away on a mission she always makes sure to call you— even when she’s in the middle of a fight. And sometimes if she can tell you’re gonna have a “Little” week, she’ll call Clint or someone to “babysit” you, no matter how much you protest.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩ᝰ.ᐟ 「🖍️」~  she’s never been the best cook, but she’ll make sure to get you whatever you need— within moderation, of course! Her favorite food to make you are  strawberry pancakes and chocolate muffins!

⋆˚✿˖°  「🐞」~  Natasha is overall a lot of fun! Pat a Cake or Piggy Back Rides, she loves playing with you! And at the end of a long day, the two of you will sit down and watch watch some bed time cartoons! 

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ “Hey Bug, make sure you eat something okay? And Nap time is at 4:30! I may not be there but I’ll know, okay? I love you little spider! 𓍢ִ✧˚.🎀༘⋆

@romanoffshifting I didn’t forget abt u 🫶🏾🫶🏾 @achilleslefttoe

[dontsearchformyaccount]

MamaNat x4year old daughter is cute ,but Natasha deeply caring for 17 year old, dealing with real painful stuff ,hits a different kind of longing

[natasharswifey]

This is so them

[mamaspidershit]

Peter, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Natasha: …What does that even mean?!

[lucky-bishova-42]

Wanda: What do you want for dinner, Natalia?

Kate: Natalia??

Wanda: That’s her name, Katherine.

Natasha: KATHERINE?!?

[togrowoldinv]

Each Other

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You always know what Natasha needs

Note: it’s just some soft stuff. Enjoy!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Hey baby,” you say as you lean on the doorframe of Natasha’s home office.

She spins around in her chair and smiles up at you. You never tire of seeing that beautiful grin.

“Are you saying hi to me or the actual baby?” She jokes.

“Both of you.”

You walk further into the room and make grabby hands for your six month old daughter. Nat hands her to you, knowing she’s hungry and wants to see her other mom.

You kiss her forehead and hold her against your shoulder. She presses her head against your neck and whines softly.

“I know, sweetheart,” you coo, trying to soothe her a bit. “Are you coming, Mama?”

“Soon,” Nat replies. “I need to finish up a few things.”

“Don’t take too long please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You share another smile with your wife and leave to go feed your baby girl. The process takes a while, but the bonding is very much worth it. She is ready to burp by the time Natasha makes it to her nursery.

“Let me do it,” she says. “You’re still work clothes and we both know this girl will spit up all over you.”

“Thank you, honey,” you reply. She usually makes fun of the pet names but today she doesn’t say anything.

She helps the little girl burp and does in fact get covered in spit up in the process of doing so.

“You okay?” You ask her.

“Oh yeah, I love being covered in this,” Nat says dryly, but not seriously.

You take Ali back and feed her more. Nat sits on the arm of the rocking chair you’re sitting in.

“No, I mean are you okay?” You ask, placing a hand on her thigh. “You haven’t teased me about the pet names since I’ve been home today.”

“I know,” she says. “I think I’m too exhausted. I’m sorry.”

Her voice sounds distant and worse for wear. You hate seeing her like this.

“Hey, come on baby tell me what’s going on,” you say. “It’s just me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Natasha,” you warn. She knows she needs to just be honest. You already can tell something is off with her.

“The team needs me to go on a mission,” Nat admits.

“Oh.”

“And I know we discussed me having a whole year of desk work once Ali was born,” Nat continues. “But this one is just out of my control. I’ve been working overtime to try and figure a way to get the intel I need without going.”

“But it’s not working,” you finish for her.

“No it’s not,” she agrees. “I’m so frustrated.”

“Natasha, you can’t always fix everything.”

“But I want to,” she says unreasonably.

“I know, baby. It’s going to be okay.”

You lean your head against her arm. It’s the best you can do for now as you juggle an eating baby in your arms.

Ali finishes and Nat takes her back into her arms. You go to the living room to sit together. Nat puts Ali in her play chair.

You two sit together and watch her giggle and play.

“Call Steve and the team,” you say after a few minutes. “Tell them you’ll go on the mission.”

“But-“

“No buts,” you interrupt her. “I can handle baby girl. And you won’t rest until you’ve figured this out.”

“You know I love you, right?” Nat asks.

“And you know I love you, right?” You counter.

“It’s one of the few things I’m sure of these days,” Nat says.

“Come here, Natasha,” you say, holding out your arms for her to fully snuggle into.

You kiss her lips softly before she snuggles into your chest. You hold her tight for as long as she wants.

Everything will be okay as long as you have each other.

[rxmqnova]

Upset

Y/N: 4 years old Billy and Tommy: 6 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Y/N shuffles into the living room with a huge pout on her face, holding a teddy bear in her hand and dragging her legs towards the redhead who's sitting on the couch.

Natasha doesn't notice the tiny body and keeps her gaze on the TV. The moment she realizes is when Y/N buries her face into the redhead's thighs.

"Детка, what are you doing?" Natasha chuckles, hooking her hands under Y/N's armpits and sitting the tiny one on her lap. (baby)

Y/N looks at her, pout still present on her face on which Natasha playfully pouts back. And on that Y/N wraps her tiny arms around the redhead's neck and buries her face there.

"What got you so upset, baby?" Natasha asks softly, rubbing the little girl's back and holding her close.

"Mommy" Y/N mumble out.

"Mommy made you upset? What did she do to you?" Natasha asks playfully, an amusing smile playing on her lips.

"Mommy said: 'no, Y/N/N, I have to cook, go play with Billy and Tommy'" Y/N explains, pulling out her best acting skills. "But Billy and Tommy don't want to play with me" She sighs dramatically and drops her tiny hands on her lap.

"Well, but you haven't asked me, have you?" Natasha raises an eyebrow with a smile, making the little girl smile back.

"Will you play with me, mama?" Y/N asks with the sweetest smile, making Natasha let out a small gasp.

This is the first time Y/N's ever called her that, the first time anyone has ever called her that. Her and Wanda are dating for 2 years and she wouldn't expect any of Wanda's children to see her as a parent.

Billy and Tommy are older and even before Y/N was born, Wanda was thinking about eventually leaving Vision. To be honest, a robot who has no idea about human emotions is not a good partner.

But Wanda found out she was going to have another baby and tried to save her relationship with the robot, but it just didn't work, so they broke up. Well, and 2 years ago she got together with Natasha and she couldn't be more happy.

The fact is that Y/N is actually the first one who accepted Natasha when Wanda announced their relationship. She only just turned 2 back then, but that doesn't change the fact that Natasha was and is one of her favorite people.

Not like the twins… Vision seems to have quite an influence on them, so liking Natasha definitely isn't even close to how they feel about her. But Natasha keeps trying and hoping that some day it'll get better.

"Of course, I'll play with you, sweetheart" Natasha smiles, giving the tiny girl a little cuddle, and presses a kiss to the top of Y/N's head. "Let's find some toys"

Natasha stands up, sitting Y/N on her hip, and starts to walk to Y/N and the boys' playroom.

"Mama, you and mommy are my favorite, FAVORITE ever" Y/N says enthusiastically, making sure the word 'favorite' is loud enough while kicking her small legs happily.

"Yeah?" Natasha smiles as the little one nods. "Well, you are my favorite, favorite too, детка" She tells Y/N back which immediately brings a smile to Y/N's face as she cuddles up to the redhead. (baby)

"What troubles are my favorite girls causing?" Wanda teases, spotting the pair walking around the kitchen.

That's enough for Y/N to bring back the pout she had previously on her lips while Natasha just chuckles at the sight of Y/N's cute little face.

"Aw, what's wrong, my little monkey?" Wanda pouts back playfully, giving her daughter's tummy a little tickle.

"Well, I've heard that mommy upset her. Am I right, детка?" Natasha says, letting out a little chuckle as Y/N nods her head with the pout still present on her lips. (baby)

"What did mommy do to you, malysh?" Wanda asks playfully.

"Mommy didn't want to play with me and said: 'no, Y/N/N, I have to cook, go play with Billy and Tommy'. But Billy and Tommy don't want to play with me too, mommy" Y/N explains dramatically.

"Well, someone needs to cook the dinner, baby. What would we eat then?" Wanda asks softly with a smile before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"That's okay, mommy. Mama will play with me" Y/N's pout gets replaced by a sweet smile immediately.

"I need to cook, bubs, remember?" Wanda repeats, giving her daughter an apologetic look, but Y/N just shakes her head.

"Not you, mommy. Mama" The little one explains like it was the most obvious thing ever, pointing at Natasha and swinging her legs happily.

"Oh, mama will. I see" Wanda smiles warmly, locking her eyes with Natasha's who smiles widely back and rests her head against Y/N's before pressing a kiss to the tiny one's head.

"Have fun, you two. I'll call you on dinner" Wanda smiles, placing a kiss on her daughter's small nose that looks exactly like hers before pecking her girlfriend's lips.

Natasha just smiles back and carries Y/N away, so they could play like Y/N wanted. She's definitely excited about having a playdate with the tiny troublemaker, even more so to be her mother, help Wanda with raising her and see her grow up.

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Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was so tired xd

Anyway, it's MY BIRTHDAY!

I'M 20 TODAYYY!! <33

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[d-romanov]

lazy mornings

[ 504 words ]

[ natasha romanoff x teen!widow!reader ]

you're settling in well at the tower, and have been using that comfort to catch up on some late morning wake-ups.

notes:

i live! back with a short fluffy drabble as apology for disappearing. i'm trying to get back into it so please send me prompts 🤞

You felt incredibly childish in the moment, but Natasha said you deserved to be a little childish in your new life, so you supposed it was okay.

Even if childish meant crawling bleary eyed out of bed at nearly 10am with a stuffed bear gifted to you by Natasha under your arm.

Nothing about the Red Room could be considered lazy, lazy got you killed. But in the tower, most Saturday's were spent sleeping in or hanging out around the tower. It was a shock at first, seeing Earth's Mightiest Heroes in their pajamas at noon watching cartoons.

(Bucky had been the biggest shock, and it had been very hard to not laugh at the sight of his pink bunny slippers.)

It was an adjustment for sure, going from the rigorous routine of the Red Room to chaotic life in the tower. Natasha had been your rock in that time, waking consistently and giving you a familiar, albeit far more casual, routine.

Now you've been living with the Avengers for nearly a year, and you were well settled in your new life, happy to indulge in simple comforts like a late morning.

And it was often those late mornings were spent catching an extra hour or two of sleep in Natasha's room.

Natasha has been your rock since the beginning when she freed you. She gave you a home, stability, and love that you'd missed out on your whole life. As time went on, Natasha became more like your mother, which she made official when she adopted you a few months ago.

You had her to thank for where you were today, and you loved her for it.

Which brought you to now, sluggishly knocking on her door and hearing her beckon you in.

In another life you'd hate to be so predictable, but in this one your heart warms at the sight of Natasha, sitting up and moving the blankets to have you slide in next to her.

She huffs a laugh at the way you immediately curl up against her side, bear tucked under your arm across her waist. "How'd you sleep, детка?"

You mumble in response and shut your eyes, content to cuddle up to your mom while sleep clings to you. You feel her arm slide against your back and the TV's volume turn down a few notches.

"You and Wanda stayed up late again, huh?" You feel your face heat when you press further against her, causing her to laugh softly.

Natasha settles while she holds you tightly to her side, and you let yourself fully relax in her hold, knowing you're safe with her.

"Go back to sleep, малышка, I'll wake you up later and we'll go to that cafe on 3rd for breakfast. Sound good?"

You nod as you feel yourself drifting off, lulled to sleep by the smell of coffee and the feeling of Natasha's fingers drifting through your hair. For a moment you wonder, and not for the first time, how you got so lucky.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Carol: What's Peter to you?

Natasha and Y/N: The reason we wake up every morning.

Wanda: That's adorable!

Peter, their son, earlier that morning, banging pots together: WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

(Bonus)

Peter, still banging pots together: I DEMAND ATTENTION!

Y/N: THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING ELSE, RIGHT NOW!

[griffin-girl-r]

You're not mine (Part 1)

Created: 08.10.2023

Finished: 08.10.2023

Edited: 08.10.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 1,344

Warnings: Abandonment, Child neglecting, Self harm, Blood, Blade, Arguments, Screaming, Child favoritism

Note: Please proceed with caution if you're triggered by any of the warnings above.

Request: Yes (Wattpad user) (@herospark18)

Pairing: WinterWidow

Summary: Natasha adopted you from the Red Room when you were only a baby, but when she and Bucky had their own child, she started forgetting about you.

Part 2

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"I hate you!" You shouted, slamming the door behind you

"Y/N, we're not done!" Natasha, your mother, shouted from downstairs "Get back here!"

This was a daily occurrence by now.

The, once nonexistent, daily arguments between you and Natasha only got worse over the years.

Although Natasha isn't your biological mother, she raised you like her own after she saved you from the Red Room.

You were only 2 months old when she adopted you and everything went well. You both formed a happy little family for a while.

That was until Natasha started dating Bucky a little after your 10th birthday and she slowly started spending less and less time with you.

But not Bucky was the factor that determined your mother-daughter relationship with Natasha to drift apart.

The main reason behind everything was your 5-year-old baby sister, Tanya, who came into the world a few months after Natasha and Bucky started dating, with a little bit of help from Tony and his technology that, nowadays, seems to defy all odds.

Tanya's arrival only strengthened the bond between her parents, who had a romantic history that started years before even you were born, and, at the same time, weakened the bond between you and Natasha.

You knew the drill by now.

'Tanya is perfect.'

'Tanya is ours.'

'Tanya is innocent.'

Their voices echoed in your brain like a broken record.

Tanya knows that she can get away with everything and Tanya does get away with everything.

Since her birth, it was as if Natasha had completely forgotten about your existence.

It began by ignoring you while she focused her attention solely on Tanya.

She wouldn't feed you anymore, wake you up for school, or cuddle you at night.

She didn't even notice that you changed.

But, how could she, when Tanya was everything she noticed?

—

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

Determination was etched on your pale face as you picked up the blade that was on your sink.

It became a relief for you.

Sliding that blade on your wrist helped you forget about the unbearable pain in your chest.

The crimson blood that was pooling from the cuts held your attention. The pain of being abandoned by two different mothers was momentarily shoved at the back of your mind.

You started harming yourself 2 years ago when you couldn't take Natasha's ignorance any more.

You haven't told anyone and it's not like they would care if they knew anyways. Tanya was the center of their world, not you.

She was the perfect baby, while you were the adopted bastard and a grand mistake that Natasha made.

Natasha never admitted it out loud but you understood the message from the way she was treating you.

The blade fell down from your hand into the sink.

'Is it all because she never gave birth to me?'

And you stared at the trail of blood it left on the white sink.

'Are adopted kids not important, just because they're not blood related?'

You slowly understood.

'Will I ever be treated the same as Tanya?'

The only one left to understand was Natasha.

—

"Y/N, do you want to play with my dolls later?" Tanya asked you a few hours later, during dinner

You pulled at the sleeves of your hoodie even more, hiding your hands inside of them.

"Sure, Tatu." You gave the small child a shy smile "I think I'd like that."

"Tatiana." Natasha sternly looked at Tanya but the tone of her voice was soft "Remember we have a movie night tonight. You can play with Y/N another time."

"Can Y/N come too?" Tanya's big, innocent eyes sparkled while she asked, as Natasha refilled the girl's glass of orange juice

"I think she has more important things to do." Natasha replied, not even bothering to ask what you want "We're going to have a mother-daughter night. It's going to be just us two, sweetheart. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"Yay!" Tanya cheered, throwing her arms in the air

But as she did, she accidentally knocked over the glass filled with juice.

"Oh oh..." Tanya said, looking at the spilled juice "Sorry, Mama."

"Don't worry, baby girl." Natasha smiled, sitting up to clean the mess "Accidents happen."

"That's not what you said the last time when I accidentally knocked over my glass of water." You bitterly spat out at Natasha

"You have no right to talk, Y/N." Natasha snapped at you "Shut up!"

"Natalia, honey, calm down." Bucky, who was sitting beside Natasha, put his hand on her arm "She didn't do anything wrong. She's just a kid."

"She's not a kid, James." Natasha shouted, turning her head in Bucky's direction "She's a grown-up teenager now."

"Talia, I think you are just overreacting right now." Bucky kept trying to calm his wife, sparing a glance in your direction

He looked down at your plate that was untouched, the effect of your lack of appetite obvious on your skinny and fragile frame.

"I think I'm full." You quickly sat up from the table

"Sit back down, right in this instance, Y/N." Natasha shouted at you "You don't disrespect your mother like that and get away with it."

"Well, lately, you didn't act like a mother at all." You shouted back at Natasha, pain evident in your voice, but Natasha was oblivious to it "All you care about is Tanya."

"Because she's my child!" Natasha screamed offended "It's only normal to care for her."

"I used to be your child as well!" You shouted, tears forming in your eyes "I still am your child."

"You're not mine!" Natasha shouted and you widened your eyes shocked "You're not anything to me! You aren't my child because you don't have my blood. I didn't carry you or feel you grow day by day inside of me. But with Tanya, I did. You are just a mistake, Y/N!"

"You are the mistake here, Mom!" You cried, slightly lifting your sleeves as Bucky's eyebrows shot in his hairline "Look!" You showed your scarred wrists to the woman "This is all because of you! Why can't you love me like any mother should do? Blood shouldn't be important! You raised me, Natasha."

Bucky reached his metal arm slowly towards your extended arms to inspect your wrists but he was pushed aside by Natasha, who blocked out the fact that you were hurting because of her and ignored the truth, her intrusive thoughts winning as she said something she would never be able to take back.

"You were never truly a part of this family, Y/N!" Natasha shouted "Get that in your head. You are not our blood and you will never be. I saved you because I thought that you would change but I see that you didn't. You are the same. But I did change. I am not the same Natasha that I was in the Red Room. I am better."

Shaking your head, you took a few steps backward.

"I can't believe you." You whispered in disbelief

"Y/N..." Bucky breathed out, sitting up from his chair "Don't listen to your mother, she's just tired. She didn't mean what she said."

"She knew damn well what she was saying." You kept shaking your head, a lone tear falling down your cheek

"Then get that in your head once and for all." Natasha shouted once more, stubbornly fixated on her wrong belief that she was right

"I hate you!" You shouted at Natasha "I wish you never rescued me from the Red Room!"

And with that, you stormed out of the house and ran into the veil of darkness provided by the night.

Bucky tried to run after you but it was too late.

He found no sight of you or any clue where you might have run away to.

—

Bucky walked inside the house and looked at Natasha who was still oblivious to the damage she had done and muttered one question.

"What have you done?!"

—

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[anyaeras]

❥・Girlfriend!Natasha head cannons

[since y'all loved the Wanda ones, feel free to send me ideas these are so fun]

Masterlist

Soft :

❥・she would always braid your hair if you asked her too, she often put her own hair in braids as well.

❥・Sometimes she had nightmares, when she had them she just wanted you to lay with her, no words needed to help her calm.

❥・she was very protect of you, never letting anyone pick on you, or even get in a 5ft radius of you.

❥・she would train you in light hand to hand combat, not because she felt you needed to know but it was a bounding experience.

❥・She was the driver, no matter where you guys went she always wanted to drive, and you never minded.

❥・She couldn't cook or Bake for the life of her but if you cooked for her she would deeply appreciated it.

❥・Russian was her first language, sometimes even if you couldn't understand it she just needed to speak it and you just would nod along.

❥・Natasha wasn't always a great communicator. Sometimes when she was upset or mad it was best to let her calm down and express herself when she felt ready, no need to push her.

❥・she loved the outdoors and exploring with you, doing thinks like camping and hiking trails.

❥・she would always share her hoodies with you, but she would also take your hoodies. Sharing clothes always

Nsfw :

❥・she was a top, she didn't like being under anyone. Besides she loved being the dominant one

❥・Russian pet names, whenever she was letting you please her she would let out soft moans of "да детка" "дорогой" "моя девушка"

❥・she had a praise kink, she loved that you would tell her how good she made you feel "thank you Tasha" "you're doing so well for me" the words made her fold

❥・sometimes she wanted angry sex, to get you both mad she would pick a fight just so that she could then fuck you oh so hard.

❥・Natasha loved when you were vocal, moaning loud so that the whole compound could hear how you were hers.

❥・shower sex. Going at it with the hot water running down your bodies was such a turn on for the two of you both. Throwing you against the wet wall as she pounded into you.

❥・She had a knife play kink, she would never hurt you and you both knew it, but watching her threaten to was always fun.

❥・she would always punish you for being a brat, she wanted you to know who you belong to. (Possessive Nat.)

❥・she loved to have your mouth between her thighs sometimes, her hand in your hair as she guided you to give her head.

❥・Natasha is a tease, she would slyly make movements or comments just because she knew they would turn you on, and then do nothing else to help you get off.

[darkstar225]

Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff

The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.

As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.

Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.

Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support. 

Y/N - I'm fine! 

Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.

Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*

But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head. 

Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.

Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.

Wanda - We need to get her out of here.

The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.

Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm. 

Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.

Y/N resisted. 

Y/N - No, I can't let them—

Wanda cut in, her voice firm. 

Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.

Y/N - I just need a moment... 

Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*

Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up. 

Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—

Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.

Wanda - Y/N! 

Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.

Natasha activated her comm. 

Natasha - We need an evac. Now.

Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.

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When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.

Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?

She croaked.

The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes. 

Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.

Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.

Y/N groaned, remembering the mission. 

Y/N - Did we catch them?

Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face. 

Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.

Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order. 

Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.

Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.

Y/N - I can do that myself. 

Protested the youngest weakly. 

Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*

They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.

Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.

Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart. 

Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.

Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder. 

Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*

Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*

Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.

As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.

Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl. 

Natasha said with her tone meaning business.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips. 

Y/N -  I promise, moms.

Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures. 

Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.

[esmerxyaugusta]

peter: HELP ME, I HAVE A PROBLEM!!

nat: i need to hide a body problem? or i like someone problem?

peter: no.... maths problem

nat: oh, nevermind then.....

[writerslittlelibrary]

I'm your mother now, chapter 2

masterlist series masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2991

a/n: thank you all so much for the love I’ve gotten on chapter 1, I’m so happy you all liked it :)

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

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After you had finished eating, Natasha and you continued watching the show. At some point, Natasha had gotten up and returned with hot chocolate. She handed it to you and watched very closely as you drank it, making sure you drank it all.

You didn't understand it, but you decided not to question it and decided not to acknowledge the stares she was giving you.

After you finished the hot chocolate, it made sense to you, as you suddenly became extremely sleepy. Natasha had probably drugged the hot chocolate. She didn't make a move to get up though, continuing to watch to show like nothing was going on. You kept yawning, but she didn't acknowledge it. After about half an hour, her phone started ringing. She turned the alarm off and turned to you.

“Time for bed,” she stated as she got up, still wearing a smile on her face. It creeped you out. She seemed… excited, to put you to bed. You were scared. You didn't know what she was gonna do. 

You got up slowly, following Natasha as she walked to the stairs and made her way up towards your room. It was now that you noticed it had a name plate on it, decorated with your favorite colors and your name written in your favorite font. 

Natasha opened the door, urging you to step inside, then following you and closing the door behind her. You were shaking slightly, scared of what she was going to do now, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. She just walked towards the bathroom door, walking inside and grabbing something, what you could only guess was a toothbrush as you heard the water run for just a moment.

She already knew so much personal information about you, so of course she knew that you wet the toothbrush before brushing your teeth. 

She walked back out, looking confused that you hadn't followed her. She walked towards you and placed her hand on your lower back, leading you into the bathroom and handing you the toothbrush. She herself grabbed a hair brush, and she stood behind you as she watched you brush your teeth through the mirror. 

When she carefully grabbed your hair you flinched slightly, and she just smiled at you. She started brushing your hair, careful not to hurt you as she brushed all the knots out. 

You silently brushed your teeth, watching carefully as Natasha focused on your hair. She was still wearing that creepy smile, and you didn't like how she looked so extremely obsessed with you. When she finished brushing your hair, she put the hairbrush down, parting your hair and making a braid.

She finished quickly, her hands working skillfully as she braided your hair neatly. Once she finished, you decided it was a good time to finish too, so you stopped brushing and went to get a bit of water, but Natasha stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, keeping you upright. 

She grabbed the toothbrush from your hand, turning you around and holding your chin with her free hand.

When you didn't immediately open your mouth she frowned. You just looked at her confused. You didn't understand what she wanted. Did she want to inspect your mouth or anything?

“Open your mouth,” she urged, holding up the toothbrush. Your eyes widened, but you didn't open your mouth. “Listen to your mother, y/n. Open your mouth.” You shook your head slightly, and Natasha let go of your chin, only for that same hand to quickly make contact with your cheek. It wasn't as hard as before, but it still stung. 

She grabbed your chin again, pulling your face back up towards her. “Open your mouth, sweetie,” she stated calmly, smiling down at you. 

Tears stung in your eyes from the pain and embarrassment when you finally opened your mouth, standing absolutely still as she brushed your teeth for you. She finished quickly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth and kissing your cheek. “Good job for mama,” she said, rinsing the toothbrush and grabbing a cup with water, allowing you to rinse your mouth.

After you were done, she led you back into the bedroom, walking towards the bed and pulling the covers up. She turned around to look at you, and you quickly got in the bed. 

Natasha smiled at you as she tucked you in, putting your stuffed animal close to you, making sure you could hug it easily. You yawned again, too tired from the drugs she had put into your hot chocolate, and you fell asleep almost instantly, nice and cosy in the warmth of the bed.

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The next morning Natasha woke you up. She had softly knocked on the door before she decided to let herself in, walking towards the curtains and opening them slightly.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, and Natasha was quick to take a seat next to you on the bed. “How did you sleep princess?” she asked you as she gently wiped some hairs from your face. You shrugged, avoiding her gaze as she smiled down at you. “Not much of a morning person, I know,” she sighed.

“Are you my grumpy little baby?” she teased, leaning slightly closer and rubbing her nose on your cheek softly. You groaned and turned your head away, and Natasha laughed slightly. 

“Well it's time to get up. It's time for a bath,” she said as she stood up, walking into the bathroom. You heard her turn on the tab of the bath, tumbling through some cabinets, probably to find some bath soap. Your eyes widened. Was she actually going to give you a bath?

She walked back into your room with a smile, walking towards you and pulling the covers away from you. “Come on, time to pick some clothes for the day,” she urged as she grabbed your hand, pulling you into a sitting position. 

You let her lead you as she walked towards the closet. You hadn't taken much time to inspect the kind of clothes in it, but now that you did you noticed the wide variety. All these clothes must've cost a fortune. Natasha walked over to a cabinet, pushing a sliding door open to reveal different kinds of dresses. She picked out a gray dress that seemed to be made out of some sweatshirt material. It was puffy at the bottom, making it appear as a decent dress.

In reality, there really wasn't much for you to pick as Natasha went around the closet, grabbing everything you'd need. 

Once she finished, she grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. She neatly folded the clothes and placed them on a cabinet, turning back to you and reaching for your shirt. You quickly took a step back, pushing the pajama shirt down again. 

“What's wrong, dorogoy? You can't take a bath with your clothes on now, can you?”

Natasha moved closer towards you, trying to reach for your shirt again. “I can take a bath myself,” you told her quickly, taking another step back. Natasha sighed and smiled at you. “Sweetie, I know that you think that, but you need to be cleaned properly,” she explained, making another move to reach for your shirt.

You firmly held your place, still pushing down the shirt with your hands. Natasha sighed again, in frustration this time. “I do not want to put up with this right now. Do as I say,” she said sternly, and you felt a shiver run down your back. 

When you still didn't move, you felt another slap on your cheek. Your head moved to the side as the tears started again. 

Natasha seemed unbothered by your reaction, feeling like slapping you was completely normal for when you didn't listen. She moved towards you, and this time you didn't dare resist her as she pulled the shirt over your head.

You quickly covered your chest, feeling shy and exposed to the woman in front of you.

Natasha didn't seem bothered, but instead worked quickly to get you out of your clothes and help you step into the bath. Once you were settled into the bath, you quickly moved the bubbles that had risen over your body, successfully covering yourself up.

Natasha chuckled slightly at your actions and grabbed some different soap bottles, moving to sit on a stool next to the bathtub.

She took out the braid she had made last night, and scooped some water from the bath with a cup, gently pouring it over your hair. She rinsed your hair thoroughly before grabbing some shampoo, massaging it into your hair before grabbing the cup again to rinse it out.

You were stubborn enough to not lean into her touch, but you couldn't deny you enjoyed the way she washed your hair.

After your hair was finished she allowed you to do the rest of your body on your own, something which you were grateful for. When she decided that you had finished, she grabbed a big fluffy towel and held it up, silently telling you to get up from the bath.

Once you got up she wrapped the towel around you, engulfing you into its warmth. She helped you dry off and get dressed.

She then grabbed your toothbrush again, putting the toothpaste on and rinsing it under water. You frowned, looking confused as to why she'd do that in the morning. When she noticed your expression she smiled. “You have to brush your teeth twice a day, detka,” she simply spoke as she grabbed your chin. 

Recalling what happened yesterday, you quickly opened your mouth and let her brush your teeth.

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After having breakfast, Natasha allowed you to roam around the house for a bit. You weren't sure where you were going, as the house was massive and there were many rooms. After exploring for a while, you realized some closet doors were locked, and there were safety locks on some drawers as well.

Natasha observed you as you slowly checked everything out, making sure to keep her eye on you to ensure you didn't do anything stupid.

“Why are some drawers locked?” you asked quietly when you made it back to the kitchen, where Natasha was sitting. “I don't want you to hurt yourself,” she stated simply, sipping her coffee. “What are you going to do to me?” you asked suddenly, making Natasha look up from her phone.

“Nothing,” she stated, smiling at you. “So you'll let me go?” you asked hopefully, but Natasha just smiled and shook her head. 

“Where would you go? You're already home,” she explained. You shook your head angrily. “This isn't my home!” you told her, but she just smiled. “Go to your room and cool off,” she stated.

You were upset, but listened to what she told you, afraid she'd hurt you again. You walked upstairs and went into your bedroom, letting yourself fall onto your bed. You were angry. So incredibly angry. 

After a few minutes of taking deep breaths, you calmed a little and decided to take a better look at your room. Like you already noticed, everything you owned was there. From your notebooks to your colored pencils, everything was accounted for. The only difference was that the things in your room were new and clean, while your books back home were damaged from all the moving around.

When you went to the desk you found your coloring book, and you decided to color a bit to help yourself calm down.

It was raining heavily outside, and you couldn't deny that you enjoyed the warmth of the house, the cold autumn air outside as you sat inside with the heater on. 

There was a small couch, level with the window, and you sat on it for a while. You were thinking about the weird two days that you'd had. You still couldn't wrap your head around it. Why on earth would Natasha Romanoff, an Avenger, kidnap you? Were all Avengers as deranged as she was, or do they have no idea Natasha kidnapped you?

When it was time for lunch, Natasha made her way upstairs, finding you sitting in the window.

She smiled at the sight, happy to see her daughter finally home. She knew you'd learn to accept it. Learn to love her. She was confident.

When you noticed her you turned to look at her, seeing her smile at you. “I made lunch,” she stated, motioning her head towards the stairs. Without a word you followed her, sitting at the kitchen counter as you watched her plate the food.

“When can I go outside?” you asked quietly, almost whispering. Natasha let out a little snort. “It's practically storming. Why would you want to go outside?” she asked you, finishing plating the eggs and returning the pan to the stove. 

You shrugged slightly, picking at the sleeve of your dress. 

Natasha placed your food in front of you, looking at you expectedly.  “Thank you…” you said, watching as Natasha smiled and sat down in front of you. 

You ate your food quietly, the only sound was the rain pattering against the windows. You enjoyed the quiet, but felt uncomfortable with Natasha staring at you. You cleared your throat slightly as you sat up a little straighter. “So when do I go to school?” 

Natasha looked a bit taken back, but soon returned her facial expression back to normal. “Why would you wanna go back to school?” she asked, and you shrugged. 

“Isn't that like, the law or something,” you said, not daring to meet her gaze.

Natasha chuckled slightly, “not in this country.”

“What country are we in?” you asked surprised, shocked to hear you weren't in the US anymore. “That's nothing to worry about, detka. Your eggs are getting cold,” she said simply, eating some of her eggs herself. 

“Where are we?!” you urged on, and Natasha let out a sigh of frustration as she put her fork down. “We are home-” “Where the fuck are we?!” you yelled at her, afraid of what country you might've ended up in. “You listen to me young lady. I have warned you multiple times to not speak to me in such a tone. We are home and that is final,” Natasha stated firmly, but you just stood up in frustration.

“Where the fuck did you take me?!” you yelled, and Natasha got up as well. “This is your last warning y/n, I mean it.” “Where the fuck are we you crazy motherfucker-” you whimpered as your sentence was cut off with another slap.

You could've known it was coming, but you were too blinded by frustration to think clearly. 

Natasha grabbed your wrist and led you to a basement, dragging you down the stairs and pushing you to the ground. She crouched down to be at your eye level, roughly grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Now you listen to me very carefully. We are at home, I am your mother, and you will stop speaking to me in such a tone,” she stated, squeezing your cheeks a little rougher. “Do you understand?” 

You nodded the best you could, tears rolling down your cheeks. Natasha let go of your face and slapped you, grabbing you cheeks as fast as she had let go, making you face her again.

“Say you understand!” she yelled at you. “I understand…” you croaked out, falling to the floor completely when Natasha let your face go. She quickly stood up and made her way back to the door, leaving you in the basement on your own.

The basement was cold and you shivered as you felt the air blow in. You could still hear the rain, but everything was muffled. 

You had tried to open the door, but it was of no use. It wouldn't budge, and you cried out in frustration, hitting it with your fists. After trying the door for a few minutes, you curled up into the corner, shivering as you closed your eyes.

After a few hours, the door of the basement opened again, and Natasha walked in. She crouched down next to you and hugged you, pulling you into her. She rocked you gently back and forth, shushing your light sniffling. 

“It's okay now, mama's here. Mama loves you my sweet baby,” she spoke softly, kissing the top of your head. 

“Let's go,” she said as she pulled you to your feet, leading you out of the basement and into the warm home again. She settled you down on the couch and wrapped you in a soft blanket, again it being your favorite color. 

She sat next to you and pulled you into her, rubbing her hand up and down your arm, trying to help warm you up. It was like she had taken a complete twist from the woman that locked you in the basement. Instead, she was warm and caring again, comforting you like she had done no wrong. Maybe that was what she actually believed. Maybe she believed she had done no wrong.

Natasha cupped your cheeks, gently turning your head to face her again. “Are you going to listen to mama now?” she asked, and you nodded. 

“Say it,” she softly, but firmly reminded you. 

“I understand,” you told her, but Natasha just shook her head. “You understand… who?” “I understand Natasha-” big mistake, as another blow landed on your cheek.

“Do not ever call me that again,” she said, looking at you expectedly. “I understand… mama…” you slowly said, averting your gaze away from her. Natasha smiled and leaned towards you, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I knew you'd understand. You're such a smart girl,” she praised you as she gave you another kiss on your cheek, leaning back on the couch and pulling you into her again, hugging you close.

How on earth could a woman be this deranged?

chapter 3

tags: @carol-romanoff @natsxwife @simp-erformarvelwomen @clintsbigtoe

[mamaspidershit]

Peter: Hey Ms. Nat! I got this knife for you :) Natasha: Oh, thanks, kid. Peter: it's a real nice one- extra fresh! Natasha: ...How can a knife be fresh? Peter: I just pulled it out my leg about a half hour ago. Natasha: *drops knife*