"happy gotcha day"
Natasha sighed as she sank into the couch, relaxing into the plush leather. The Avengers tower was quiet for once, a rare occurrence with the team coming and going at all hours. But today Tony had taken Peter out for training, insisting the kid needed more time in the suit. Natasha agreed - the overeager teen needed guidance to reach his full potential. Still, she treasured the quiet while she could get it.
"Agent Romanoff, Boss has requested you keep an eye on Peter while he's out this afternoon." FRIDAY's disembodied voice interrupted the silence.
Natasha stifled a groan. Babysitting duty was the last thing she wanted right now. "What, you can't watch the kid for a few hours?"
"Boss insists Peter needs real human supervision, not just an AI like myself," FRIDAY replied smoothly.
Natasha scowled, even though there was no physical manifestation of the AI to scowl at. Still, the request irritated her. She was an assassin and spy, not some high school girl earning babysitting money.
"Fine, send the kid up when he gets here," she grumbled ungraciously. She hauled herself off the couch and headed for the kitchen to scrounge up a snack. If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well take advantage of Tony's absurdly well-stocked fridge.
Forty minutes later, the elevator dinged. Natasha looked up from her book to see Peter step out, looking nervous. His wide eyes took in the impressive suite before landing on her.
"Oh, uh, Mr. Stark just dropped me off. He said you'd be here?" He phrased it like a question, shoulders hunching when she gazed at him impassively.
"That's right. Tony asked me to keep an eye on you. I'm Natasha." She introduced herself without warmth, hoping the cool reply would discourage too much chatter. The kid was practically vibrating with excitement and she braced for the hyper barrage of words.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm really here hanging out with the Black Widow!" Peter exclaimed as predicted. He bounced on his toes, grin stretching from ear to ear. Natasha repressed a sigh. This was going to be a long day.
"I'm Peter, but I guess you already knew that," he continued, apparently immune to her aloofness. "Man, I still can't believe Mr. Stark lets me hang out at the tower sometimes. It's just so awesome getting to meet you guys!"
"Right. Well, Mi casa es su casa, or however that saying goes. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, and there's about a million entertainment options," Natasha waved her hand at the expansive suite. "I'll be around if you need anything."
She expected the dismissal to deter the kid, but he seemed unfazed. "Cool, thanks!" He immediately wandered over to inspect the towering bookshelves along one wall. Natasha settled back into the couch, returning her attention to her novel. Hopefully the excessive book collection would keep him occupied.
For a while she actually managed to forget Peter's presence as she lost herself in the story. But inevitably his energy bubbled over once more, and she glanced up to find him fidgeting restlessly by the shelves. With a sigh, she set her book down.
"Got bored of reading already?"
Peter shrugged self-consciously. "I have a hard time sitting still sometimes. I think it's the spider DNA, makes me kind of antsy, you know?"
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "No, can't say I know anything about spider mutations. But there's plenty to do here if you want to burn off some energy." She gestured around the room.
Peter perked up immediately. "Ooh, yeah, good idea!" He made a circuit of the common area, inspecting the foosball table and large TV with interest. But predictably, the expansive floor to ceiling windows catching the late afternoon sun drew him over. He pressed right up against the glass, peering out over the city hundreds of feet below.
"Whoa, you can see so far from up here!" He craned his neck, following traffic crisscrossing below.
Natasha refocused on her book, idly listening to him chatter away to himself. She had to admit, his excitement was a little contagious. The unbridled joy he took in everything from sleek sports cars on the streets below to the simple fact they were so high up reminded her that not everyone was so jaded by this world. The kid still had innocence about him. She resolved to dial back her impatience.
After another half hour or so, Peter wandered back over to her area. "So, Natasha, what's your favorite thing about being an Avenger?" he asked.
Natasha considered the question. No one really asked her personal opinions like that too often. "Hmmm... I guess I like feeling like I'm using my skills for good. I've done a lot of things in my past I'm not proud of, so it's nice to balance the scales, even just a little."
Peter's eyes were wide. "That is so cool," he breathed. "You guys are amazing, saving the world and helping people."
Natasha offered him a small smile. "It has its moments. But it's also a lot of long fights and political debates. We squabble and argue like any family."
"Yeah, but you're still a family," Peter pointed out. "It must be nice having each other's backs against all the crazy stuff you deal with. Like a team."
Natasha nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose you're right. I've never really had that kind of support before. It's...nice." The admission sat strangely on her tongue. Since when did she open up like this, and to a teenager she barely knew?
Peter didn't seem to notice anything off though. He just smiled. "See, being an Avenger is the coolest thing ever!" He emphasized this by flopping onto the other end of the couch.
Natasha shook her head with a wry quirk of her lips. The kid's enthusiasm was infectious.
They sat in surprisingly comfortable silence for a while. Natasha found herself sneaking glances at Peter over her book. His head was tipped back against the couch, eyes closed. His features were relaxed for once instead of animated and excited. She had to admit, he was kind of cute this way.
The thought gave her pause. She barely knew this kid, yet something about him had worked past her defenses alarmingly quickly. It was dangerous, letting someone in like that. But the earnest purity of his joy and excitement over just spending time with her and the other Avengers rang true. Maybe she was going soft, but she found herself believing it was genuine.
After a while Peter's stomach rumbled audibly in the quiet room. He sat up with a sheepish laugh. "I guess all that training this morning worked up an appetite. Do you maybe have some snacks or something I could eat?" He directed the question to Natasha.
She considered turning him loose in the kitchen again, but found herself shaking her head instead. "I can make you some dinner if you'd like something more substantial."
"Really?" Peter perked up. "That would be awesome, I love home cooked meals way better than takeout all the time."
Natasha hesitated briefly. She hadn't actually cooked for someone in...well, ever. But she'd picked up enough skills over the years undercover to figure something out. With a decisive nod she stood, gesturing for Peter to follow her to the kitchen.
After poking through the fridge and pantry, she settled on some chicken breasts with roasted potatoes and vegetables. Peter watched avidly as she seasoned the chicken and chopped vegetables with deft efficiency.
"Can I help at all?" he offered.
Natasha considered for a moment before handing him the bowl of potatoes to wash and quarter. She showed him how to chop them into even sized pieces and toss them with oil, rosemary and garlic.
While he focused intently on his task, she studied him thoughtfully. Having someone underfoot in the kitchen while she cooked was unfamiliar, but not entirely unwelcome. Once finished washing the potatoes, Peter joined her at the counter to scoop them onto a baking sheet before sliding it carefully into the hot oven.
"Awesome, I can't wait to eat all this amazing food!" Peter grinned. Natasha felt an odd flutter of pleasure at his faith in her skills. She hoped the meal would live up to his expectations.
While the vegetables and chicken roasted, she set Peter to slicing tomatoes and mixing up a simple salad. They worked smoothly around each other in the kitchen, and Natasha realized she was actually enjoying herself. Cooking had never been a particularly social activity for her before.
Once everything was ready, she plated the food and carried it to the dining table, gesturing for Peter to join her. The excitement on his face when she set the heaping plate of chicken and potatoes in front of him made her smile.
"This looks awesome, thanks so much for cooking!" Peter enthused, already cutting into the chicken.
Natasha found herself oddly nervous as she watched him take the first bite. But his moan of enjoyment sent a flare of pride through her.
"Natasha, this is soooo good," he mumbled around another mouthful. "Like restaurant gourmet amazing!"
She smirked, finally cutting into her own chicken. "Well I have to make sure you're fed if you're going to keep up with your training."
Peter nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, this is way better fuel than takeout. Training was brutal today, Mr. Stark really put me through my paces. But I know I have a lot to learn still, especially from someone as awesome as him. And you too!"
Natasha just smiled indulgently and let him chatter between bites. She was impressed by his dedication for one so young. And based on the rave reviews, her cooking skills were up to par. They passed the rest of the meal in comfortable conversation.
After dinner, they cleaned up together before returning to the common room. Peter sprawled comfortably on the couch, full and content. Natasha found herself studying him, impressed by how at ease he seemed around her already.
"Thanks again for making dinner, that was awesome. This was really fun!" Peter sat up to smile brightly at her.
"Of course. I'm...glad you enjoyed yourself," Natasha replied. And surprisingly, she meant it. Spending time with the kid hadn't been nearly the hardship she'd expected. Peter just radiated youthful joy and energy that was oddly endearing.
They passed the rest of the evening quietly, Peter flipping through tv channels while Natasha returned to her book. Around 10pm, he started nodding off where he sat. Natasha set her book down decisively.
"Alright kid, time for bed."
Peter jerked up, blinking heavily. "Oh, right, yeah guess I'm pretty tired." He stifled a yawn even as he protested. "I can just crash here on the couch though, don't want to be in your way or anything."
Natasha rolled her eyes fondly. "Don't be ridiculous, you take the guest room. Extra linens are in the hall closet if you need them."
"Wow, thanks!" Peter's eyes lit up at the offer.
Natasha pointed sternly down the hall. "Now go on, you need rest after training all day. I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes ma'am," Peter laughed, but obediently headed off to bed. Natasha watched him go, lips quirking. It seemed she had a soft spot for the kid after all.
Later that night, Natasha jerked awake instantly on high alert. After a moment she registered what had woken her - a scream from down the hall. Peter. She vaulted out of bed and raced silently to the guest room, gun in hand.
She swept the room ready for intruders, but found only Peter alone in the bed. He was thrashing in the grips of a nightmare, choked cries spilling from him. Natasha quickly set the gun down before approaching the bed.
"Peter, hey it's okay, just a nightmare," she soothed. She reached cautiously to shake his shoulder.
Peter thrashed away with a muffled shout. Concerned he would hurt himself, Natasha more firmly took his shoulders. "Peter! It's Natasha, wake up!"
With a gasp, his eyes flew open, wide and unseeing. When he registered Natasha leaning over him, he choked out a sob.
"Tasha?"
The nickname slipped out unconsciously, but she found she didn't mind. "Yeah kid, I'm here. You're safe." She reached to brush his sweaty hair back and he leaned into the touch.
"Oh god, it felt so real," he gasped. "Huge monsters attacking the city, buildings crumbling and I couldn't get to anyone..."
"Shh, just a dream," Natasha soothed. "Everyone is safe thanks to you."
Slowly his breathing calmed as the nightmare faded. He looked up at Natasha almost shyly. "Um, sorry about that."
She shook her head immediately. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." Nightmares were no stranger to her either.
Peter still looked embarrassed, but his eyes were already drooping again. Natasha made a decision. "Scoot over."
He blinked at her in confusion, but obeyed. She climbed in beside him, leaning against the headboard.
"Try to get some more rest," she encouraged, gently drawing him to lean against her side. He tensed for a second before relaxing with a sigh.
"Thanks, Tasha," he mumbled, already halfway back to sleep. She smiled softly down at him.
"Anytime, little spider."
By the time Tony returned to the tower several hours later, Peter was fast asleep tucked against Natasha's side. She carefully extricated herself from the bed before slipping out to intercept Tony.
He quirked an eyebrow at her disheveled appearance. "Rough night keeping Spider-kid entertained?"
Natasha smoothed back her hair self consciously. "He had a nightmare, I sat with him until he fell back asleep." Tony's other eyebrow rose at that but she scowled. "What, I have a heart sometimes."
Tony held up his hands placatingly. "Hey no judgement, you know I have a soft spot for the kid too. Just maybe don't let it ruin your fierce rep, hmm?" His eyes sparkled teasingly.
Natasha rolled her eyes with a huff. "Please, I can handle one teenager. He's...not terrible company." She crossed her arms almost defensively.
Tony smirked knowingly. "Glad to hear it." He made to step past her toward the guest room but she blocked him. He looked at her in surprise.
"Let him rest, we can both debrief in the morning."
Tony's eyes narrowed with interest at her protective stance but he obliged without argument for once. Natasha maintained the stare-down a moment longer before turning on her heel to head for her own room.
"He called me Mom."
Natasha paused after her dramatic declaration, then huffed out a laugh. "I'm just messing with you, Stark. The kid didn't actually call me that."
She made to head back to her room, intent on more sleep herself, but a plaintive voice stopped her.
"Tasha?"
Peter's head poked out from the guest room, blinking around blearily. "You left," he accused with a dramatic pout.
Natasha sighed, but couldn't stop a fond smile. "Just talking to Tony for a minute. Go back to sleep, little spider."
But Peter reached out grabby hands, still shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. "Can't, you weren't there."
Natasha rolled her eyes tolerantly. "Alright, fine, scoot over."
Peter immediately made room for her, burrowing into her side with a contented noise once she lay down. Within moments his breathing evened out again.
Natasha smoothed a hand over his hair. "Good night, Peter," she murmured.
"'Night, Mom," he mumbled. "Love you."
Natasha's eyes flew wide and she looked up to see Tony barely smothering his laughter in the doorway. She glared and he quickly schooled his expression, though amusement still danced in his eyes.
"Not a word, Stark," she threatened in a fierce whisper.
He held up his hands placatingly, though his twitching lips ruined the innocent act. Natasha continued glaring until he backed out of the room.
As his footsteps retreated down the hall, Peter began to stir. He blinked up at Natasha confusedly. "Did I say...something weird?" he asked hesitantly.
Natasha considered him for a moment before shaking her head. "No, you're fine, go back to sleep."
"Okay, if you're sure..." Peter snuggled back into her side but remained awake, gears clearly turning.
After a few moments he suddenly jerked upright. "Oh man, I totally called you Mom, didn't I?" He looked at her with horror. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Peter." Natasha cut off his rambling apology. "It's alright, I'm not upset."
He still looked anxious so she sighed and patted the bed. "Come here."
Peter hesitantly lay back down and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Get some rest, and we can talk in the morning if you want." She kept her voice low and soothing.
"About...me calling you that?" Peter asked tentatively.
Natasha considered for a moment. "Only if you want to. But it doesn't have to mean anything you don't want it to."
Peter nodded thoughtfully. "Okay. Yeah, maybe we can talk tomorrow. I kinda liked it though," he admitted shyly.
Natasha's lips quirked. "Go to sleep, little spider."
This time when his breaths evened out, she soon followed him into sleep with a small, content smile.
Morning sunlight streamed into the guest room, stirring Natasha from sleep. She blinked awake slowly, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar setting before memories of the previous night filtered back. Peter remained curled into her side, dead to the world. Natasha carefully extricated herself without waking him and slipped from the room.
In the kitchen she started a pot of coffee before surveying the fridge for breakfast options. She wanted to have food ready when Peter woke so they could talk right away. His slip of calling her 'Mom' had clearly bothered him last night once he realized. Natasha still wasn't sure how she felt about it herself, but Peter's obvious distress had softened her usual defensiveness. She would hear him out.
Rifling through the well-stocked shelves, she pulled out eggs, cheese, tomatoes and spinach. An omelet would make for a nice filling breakfast. The domesticity of cooking for someone else still felt foreign, but she found herself looking forward to sharing the meal with Peter.
By the time the rich aroma of coffee had filled the kitchen, sounds of movement echoed from down the hall. Natasha glanced up with a small smile as Peter shuffled into view, hair adorably mussed from sleep. His nose twitched at the enticing smells and he offered a shy smile.
"Wow, that coffee smells amazing. And is that omelets?"
Natasha handed him a steaming mug. "Sit down, breakfast is just about ready."
Peter slid onto a stool at the kitchen island, cradling the hot drink. "You really don't have to go to any trouble for me."
"It's no trouble," Natasha assured him, loading up two plates with the fluffy omelets. "Eat up while it's hot."
Peter dug in eagerly, mouthing around the first bite, "Oh man, these are so good! Best omelets ever."
Natasha smirked at the compliment and they ate in comfortable silence for several minutes. But she could tell from Peter's darting glances that the conversation from last night still weighed on him. She took pity after they'd both cleaned their plates.
"So, about last night..."
Peter tensed, looking down at his empty plate. "Yeah, sorry again about that. I didn't mean to make things weird or anything."
Natasha regarded him thoughtfully. "Did it bother you, calling me that? Or just feeling like you crossed a line?" As a spy, she knew the importance of gathering intel before strategizing. Understand the source of distress first.
Peter bit his lip. "I mean...I guess mostly just feeling like I overstepped. You've been really nice letting me hang out and stuff so I don't wanna mess that up."
Natasha nodded consideringly. That made sense given his obvious eagerness at spending time with the Avengers. "For the record, you didn't overstep. But it's up to you whether you want it to mean something or not."
Peter fidgeted with his empty mug. "I kinda liked it," he admitted softly. "It just slipped out 'cause being here with you felt so nice and normal. Like...family, I guess." He peeked up at her hesitantly.
Natasha was careful to keep her expression neutral even as surprise flared within her. That was not the response she had expected. "Family, huh?" she prompted neutrally.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah...is that dumb? Sorry, you probably think I'm just some stupid kid-"
"I don't think you're stupid, Peter," Natasha cut in firmly. He subsided, watching her uncertainly. She weighed her next words carefully.
"I'll admit the idea of family is...complicated for me," she began slowly. At Peter's anxious look she gave a small reassuring smile. "But not unwelcome. I just haven't had much experience with it."
Peter looked thoughtful. "I get that. My family's pretty small too. It's just me and Aunt May since..." He trailed off, face clouding at thoughts of his late uncle.
Natasha reached across the counter to squeeze his hand. "I know. And I'm sure she's wonderful. But there's all different types of family. If being here feels like that for you...I don't mind."
Peter's face brightened hopefully. "Yeah?"
Natasha allowed a small, soft smile to touch her lips. "Yeah."
Impulsively, Peter launched around the counter to hug her. Natasha tensed for a moment before letting herself relax into it. She even brought a hand up to ruffle his messy hair.
"Alright, enough sap, little spider," she eventually nudged him back with feigned gruffness to hide the warm feeling in her chest.
Peter just beamed, looking lighter than she'd ever seen him. "Thanks, Nat. This means a lot to me." The nickname slipped out naturally this time and she found she didn't mind that either.
"Go on, get yourself cleaned up. I'm sure Tony will be dragging you off for more training soon enough," Natasha directed.
Peter nodded and with a final bright smile over his shoulder, headed off to shower and change. Natasha busied herself cleaning up the breakfast dishes, letting her mind process the conversation. She still wasn't sure what to make of the fluttery warmth in her chest at Peter's easy acceptance of her in a maternal role. But for the first time, the possibility of family didn't feel like a vulnerability. Not with Peter.
True to her prediction, Tony swept onto the floor a short while later, immediately calling out for the kid. Peter emerged still tugging on his sweatshirt, curls damp from the shower.
"Ready for more learning the ropes, kid? Got some new suit upgrades to test out," Tony said by way of greeting.
Excitement lit up Peter's face. "Awesome! Can't wait to see the new suit." He waved to Natasha. "See you later!"
Amusement tugged Natasha's lips up. "Be good. And try not to break him, Tony."
"No promises!" Tony called over his shoulder, steering Peter toward the elevator. The kid shot Natasha a grin before the doors slid shut, containing his excitement until they were out of sight.
Alone again in the quiet tower, Natasha pondered what to do with her day now that babysitting duties were over. She knew she should take advantage of the solitude to catch up on SHIELD reports and emails. But the thought left her restless in a way she wasn't accustomed to. The kid's energy really was infectious.
Almost without conscious decision she found her feet carrying her down to the training rooms. Might as well work off some of that restless energy productively. She started on the treadmill to warm up before moving through a series of gymnastics routines on the mats. As she increased the complexity, adding flips and aerial twists, her mind drifted.
She still wasn't sure what it meant to be a maternal figure in Peter's life. It certainly never been an ambition of hers. But then, she had never expected to become part of a found family of heroes either. At least with the Avengers she understood her role - fighter, spy, support when needed. With a child, she felt out of her depth.
But Peter wasn't a typical child, she mused as she flowed smoothly from one balance sequence to the next. His abilities and intelligence set him apart from other kids his age. He needed guidance and support, not coddling or sheltering. She could provide that.
The thought solidified something within her. She had never shied away from a challenge before. If Peter needed her, she would rise to the task just as she had trained her whole life to do. She would learn this role too.
By the time Peter returned to the tower several hours later, flushed and vibrating with excitement over the suit upgrades, Natasha had showered and changed after her workout. She smirked in amusement at his exuberance over the new web shooter functions and nano-tech.
"You're like a kid on Christmas," she remarked wryly. Then winced when Peter's face instantly shuttered. Right, probably too soon for mom-type jokes.
But he surprised her by breaking into laughter a moment later. "Yeah, I totally am," he agreed with a grin. "This is the best present ever."
Natasha relaxed as he went on to babble over all of the suit's new capabilities. Watching his unbridled joy over something so simple as the tech upgrades washed away the last of her lingering hesitance. Making Peter happy felt natural as breathing. For the first time, the prospect of nurturing someone's childhood joy instead of pain and destruction settled comfortingly in her chest.
She let him excitedly drag her down to try out the new web shooter combinations in the training room, nodding approvingly when he nailed the more complex sequences. The pure pride shining from his eyes at her praise left her momentarily speechless.
Over the next few weeks, through occasional visits when Tony brought him by after school or for training, Natasha consciously worked to open up with Peter bit by bit. She asked him questions about school, his friends, interests and hobbies outside Spider-Man. In turn, Peter never seemed to run out of things to chatter to her about, from academic decathlon practice ("It's the one thing I'm better at than MJ, I have to keep hold of my title!") to the intricate LEGO Star Wars space station he was building ("The new Jedeon cruiser model is so detailed, it has interior rooms and everything!").
Natasha wasn't by nature the most forthcoming or open, but she found herself volunteering little details of her own in return, like her fondness for ballet as a child or favorite foods. It was unfamiliar territory, but Peter's genuine interest and care encouraged her out of her shell.
And if sometimes after a long day of school and Spider-Man patrol he fell asleep tucked against her side halfway through a movie, his head coming to rest on her shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world, she didn't push him away.
The first time Peter called her 'Mom' fully cognizant and unprompted happened during one of their now regular movie nights. Natasha had just returned with a refilled popcorn bowl to find Peter staring glazed-eyed and barely upright at the action playing out onscreen. She nudged his shoulder.
"Hey, eyes open spiderling. No falling asleep on the good part."
Peter jerked a little, blinking hard. "Oh right, yeah totally awake," he mumbled unconvincingly around a yawn.
Natasha just tsked and lifted her arm in clear invitation. Peter brightened and instantly curled into her side, head landing comfortably on her shoulder.
"That's better," he sighed, already relaxing into her. Natasha swallowed around the lump in her throat and dropped a light kiss into his hair. Maybe she was getting the hang of this nurturing thing after all.
They stayed like that as the movie's climax played out, Peter interjecting sleepy but enthusiastic commentary between her and the screen. As the credits rolled, Natasha realized his weight had gone fully limp against her. Glancing down fondly, she found him dead asleep, mouth slightly open. Carefully, she shifted them until his head rested in her lap. He didn't even stir, truly out for the count. She gently carded her fingers through his curls.
"Sleep well, little spider," she murmured.
Peter nuzzled unconsciously into her hand. "'Night, Mom," he mumbled. "Love you."
Natasha's breath caught, but the word didn't sting this time. Instead a powerful surge of affection swelled in her chest.
"Love you too," she whispered, and meant it with her whole heart.
After that, 'Mom' slipped naturally into his vocabulary when it was just the two of them. Hearing it no longer sent Natasha into fight or flight mode. Well, maybe the first few times she had to resist freezing up or changing the subject. But Peter's guileless use of the name wore down her defenses until it settled comfortably between them.
Still, Natasha found herself hesitating to acknowledge it openly to the rest of the Avengers. She trusted them with her life, but this relationship felt too new and tender to expose. Peter never used the name around the others at her subtle discouragement. She told herself she was simply guarding their privacy, but reluctance still prickled at the back of her mind.
That changed late one night when she startled awake instantly on high alert. This time she registered the whimpers drifting down the hall and identified their source before adrenaline could fully kick in. Still, she was down the hall in seconds, shaking Peter's shoulder to gently usher him out of the nightmare's grip.
"Shh тебя паук, you're safe," she soothed as he blinked up at her blearily. The Russian endearment slipped out without thought.
Peter's eyes cleared as he registered her presence. "Mom, you're here," he sighed, the evidence of tears still shining on his cheeks even as he relaxed back into sleep. Exhausted from a long day of school and patrols, he was out again in moments curled trustingly into her side.
Natasha kept watch over his now peaceful rest, trailing fingers through his hair. In the safety of the darkness she allowed herself a whisper. "Always, my little spider."
Unknown to her, Steve Rogers paused in the hallway just outside the guest room, having woken to the sounds of distress as well. He froze at Natasha's tender words, mouth dropping open in shock. Natasha and...motherhood? It seemed impossible.
But remembering the fierce love he had seen her direct at Clint's own children, Steve realized maybe it wasn't so far fetched after all. A soft smile crossed his face. However unlikely, no one could deny Natasha had a big heart under that hard exterior. He was happy for her and Peter finding family in each other.
Natasha tensed as she registered the shuffle of feet right outside the door. Gently disentangling from Peter's embrace, she ghosted silently to the entrance and wrenched it open. Steve jumped back in surprise at finding her glaring up at him.
"Steve," she all but growled. "What do you think you're doing?"
He threw up his hands defensively. "Just passing by, I swear. I heard a noise and wanted to check nothing was wrong." At her continued glower he hesitated before adding gently, "I wasn't trying to intrude on anything...private. But I'm happy for you, Nat."
The sincerity in his voice took some of the bite from her defensiveness. She crossed her arms with a huff. "Yes, well, it's still...new. I'd appreciate discretion." The unspoken 'for now' hung in the air between them.
Steve just smiled warmly. "Your secret's safe with me." He mimed zipping his lips before heading back down the hall with a little wave, giving them privacy.
Natasha watched him go, lips pursed in consideration. Perhaps it was time she started letting the rest of her found family in on this development. Starting with the man she trusted second only to Clint.
The next morning over coffee in the kitchen she broached the subject with Steve, feeling out his reaction. His easy acceptance of her unconventional maternal relationship with Peter emboldened her. If Steve approved, the others would surely come around.
She started small, with just Clint and then Tony. Both reacted with varying degrees of shock and incredulity, but ultimately joy at seeing her grow into this role. Their support settled her lingering doubts. This was right for both her and Peter. She had people in her corner no matter what.
So the next time Peter sleepily wished her goodnight with a mumbled "Night Mom, love you," as she tucked him in after a movie marathon, Natasha didn't freeze up or shush him even though Sam and Rhodey were within earshot in the next room. She simply smiled tenderly and brushed the hair back from his forehead.
"Goodnight, little spider. Love you too, always." Peter was asleep before she finished, but Sam and Rhodey's sudden coughing fit in the other room told her they had heard. Biting back a smirk, Natasha simply pressed a kiss to Peter's hair and settled him more comfortably in the blankets. Let them make of it what they would.
The coughing fit eventually subsided to be replaced by urgent whispering she easily overheard with her enhanced senses.
"Did she just...?"
"The kid called her Mom!"
"No way. Nat?"
"I mean it's weird, but also kinda sweet if you think about it..."
Natasha tolerated their hushed speculation for a few more minutes before sauntering to the doorway and arching an unimpressed eyebrow at them. Sam and Rhodey instantly plastered exaggeratedly innocent expressions on their faces.
"Oh hey Nat, we were just uh..." Sam trailed off at her expectant look.
Rhodey cleared his throat. "So that was new..." he ventured cautiously. At her impassive stare he hurried to add, "But nice! Totally didn't know you were so...maternal."
Sam nodded vigorously. "Yeah girl, get it! Uh, I mean, motherhood looks good on you?" He cringed slightly even as Rhodey face-palmed.
Natasha crossed her arms, unmoved by their fumbling attempts at support. "Yes, well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before you all found out." She pinned them with a piercing look. "Peter is quite special to me, as I'm sure you can understand. I trust I can count on your...discretion."
Her steady tone left no doubt it was more an order than request. Sam and Rhodey instantly straightened, the teasing light leaving their eyes.
"Of course, Nat. We're happy for you both," Rhodey said sincerely.
Sam nodded. "Our lips are sealed. Though I gotta say, it's a pretty awesome development." He smiled and Natasha felt herself soften. Perhaps she could share this with her team after all.
"Yeah well, just don't go spreading it around yet," she allowed gruffly.
"You got it, Mama Spider," Sam replied with an impish grin.
Natasha just rolled her eyes and left them to their amusement. She had nothing to prove to any of them, and they all knew that.
Over the next few weeks, Natasha slowly allowed the rest of the Avengers to learn of her relationship with Peter. She remained guarded at first, observing their reactions closely and making it clear she expected discretion.
But to her pleasant surprise, the team was unanimously supportive. Once the initial shock wore off, they accepted the unlikely role Natasha had taken on with open minds and hearts.
Tony in particular seemed over the moon at this development in Peter's life. “I’m so glad the kid has you looking out for him too,” he told Natasha sincerely. “Couldn’t pick a better super-spy-assassin-mom myself.”
Natasha just rolled her eyes at the title but accepted his words gratefully. It was nice to have the team’s approval, even if she’d never have admitted needing it.
Soon it became commonplace to hear Peter call her “Mom” or see him tucked sleepily against her side during movie nights. The others teased Natasha gently at first about letting her walls down, but always with affection. It warmed something in Natasha’s heart to have this part of herself accepted.
Of course, foes and danger still lurked in their world. Natasha channeled her fierce protectiveness when Peter inevitably found trouble on patrols. Like when he stumbled into the common room one night sporting a bloody gash on his forehead.
Natasha was on her feet instantly, tilting his chin to examine the wound critically before dragging him off to patch it up, lecturing all the while about being more careful. Peter bore her fussing with only minor complaints, secretly soaking up the comfort of her care.
The burgeoning family dynamic changed the team dynamics too. Movie and game nights took on a livelier tone with Peter introduced to the mix. His youthful energy enlivened them all, coaxing out laughter and bonding.
Mealtimes became more communal, with everyone drifting to the kitchen to scrounge food together. Natasha took particular satisfaction in making sure Peter got a home cooked meal amidst the chaos. Under her stern eye he ate his vegetables without complaint.
Peter shook up their ranks in small ways too, like coaching Steve through Mario Kart tricks or debating sci-fi with Bruce. His innocent joy reminded them all of the good in the world they fought for. He became the heart of their little family.
Natasha treasured the quiet moments most though, when it was just her and Peter side by side chopping vegetables for dinner or reading together in companionable silence. She had never imagined domesticity suiting her, yet now she couldn’t picture life without it.
On one such quiet night, she passed the living room to see Peter asleep on the couch, homework scattered around him. Natasha just smiled fondly and moved his books to the coffee table before draping a blanket over him.
“Sleep well, little spider,” she whispered, carding a hand through his hair. In that moment, she knew - she would do anything for this boy who had become her son in all but blood. The Black Widow had found her greatest purpose.
Five Months Later
Natasha paced the length of the kitchen, unable to keep still. Today was the day she would finally ask Peter if he wanted to make their relationship official. After months of bonding as mother and son in all but legality, she was ready to adopt him.
She had already spoken to May, who tearfully gave her blessing. “I know Ben would approve too. Peter is so happy and loved with you.” Natasha swore she would honor Ben's memory and always protect Peter.
Now came the hard part - actually asking Peter. Despite May's assurances this was welcome, doubt plagued Natasha. What if Peter said no? What if he didn't see her as his mother after all?
But she had to try. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves. Peter would be here soon and she needed to be ready.
Right on cue, the elevator dinged. Peter stumbled out, weighted down by his overstuffed backpack. His face lit up when he saw Natasha.
“Mom! Sorry I’m late, decathlon ran long. MJ was drilling us on obscure physics facts for like an hour after.” He dropped his bag with a dramatic groan.
Despite her anxiety, Natasha smiled fondly at his antics. "That's alright, I figured you'd be later than usual. How was school aside from grueling academics?"
As Peter launched into a recap of his day, her nerves eased slightly. This was just Peter. Whatever he decided, they would be okay.
After chatting for a few minutes, Natasha steeled herself. "Peter, come sit. I wanted to talk to you about something."
Peter plopped down across from her, eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up?"
Natasha slid the stack of papers across the table silently. Peter's brow furrowed as he scanned the official heading. "Adoption papers? What are these for?"
Natasha clasped her hands tightly to hide their trembling. "For you. If - if you want this to be official."
Peter's head jerked up, eyes wide. "Official? You mean...you adopting me?" His voice cracked on the words.
Natasha nodded, holding his gaze steadily. "Only if you want that. I care about you no matter what. But I'm ready to make this permanent if you are."
"Permanent..." Peter breathed, looking back at the papers with new awe. He traced a finger over Natasha's elegant signature. "You really want this? Me?" His eyes were bright with emotion when they met hers again.
Natasha reached across to squeeze his hand. "Very much so. I know I can't replace your parents, or May. But I love you like a son, Peter. My life is better for having you in it." Her voice stayed steady through sheer force of will.
Peter surged up to throw his arms around her. Natasha returned the embrace fiercely. After a long moment, Peter drew back with tears shimmering in his eyes.
"Of course I want this. I want you to be my mom. Officially." His watery smile outshone the sun itself.
Joy swelled in Natasha’s chest, chasing away the last of her doubts. This incredible boy wanted her as his mother. With slightly unsteady hands, she passed Peter a pen. He signed the papers without hesitation before returning to her arms.
Natasha cradled him close, pressing a fierce kiss to his hair. "I love you, little spider. My son." Saying the words out loud sent warmth blooming through her.
"I love you too, Mom," Peter whispered. "Best day ever."
They stayed locked in a tight embrace until a throat cleared behind them. Breaking apart, they looked up to see the Avengers ranged around the kitchen entry, watching them curiously.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "So are we celebrating something here or...?"
Peter burst out laughing while Natasha quickly swiped at her eyes, waving off their concern. "We're fine, just had an important talk." She met Peter's gaze, joy shining between them. "A very good talk."
"Wait, were you...crying?" Sam asked incredulously. The rest of the team peered closer in surprise.
"Don't be ridiculous," Natasha huffed, standing to busy herself with dinner prep.
Peter bounced to his feet, still vibrating with excitement. "Guys, Nat just adopted me! I mean, Mom,” he corrected with a brilliant grin.
A stunned silence fell before the room erupted into cheers and exclamations of congratulations. Natasha found herself enveloped in hugs from all sides. If a few more tears slipped free, well, she could blame the onions.
Tony was last to pull her into a fierce embrace. "I'm so happy for you two,” he said roughly. “You're going to be an amazing mom."
Natasha returned the hug just as tightly. "Couldn't have done it without my family's support." She gazed around at them all, heart swollen with love.
"We'll always have your back, Mama Spider," Sam promised warmly. The nickname drew chuckles, but for once Natasha didn't mind. This was her team, her family.
Peter joined her side again, leaning into her embrace. "Best family ever,” he declared. Looking up at Natasha, he added softly, “Especially you, Mom."
Natasha pressed a kiss to his head, her heart full to bursting. “Back at you, little spider.” She never could have imagined this kind of happiness, but now she couldn’t picture life without it. With her new official son by her side, the future looked brighter than ever.
The next day, Natasha awoke slowly, gradually becoming aware of delicious smells wafting down the hall. Bleary eyes blinked open in confusion. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept in this late.
Rolling out of bed, she shuffled toward the tempting aromas. Raised voices echoed from the kitchen, followed by a crash and indignant "Hey!" Natasha paused just out of sight, tuning in her enhanced hearing.
"Shh, you're gonna ruin the surprise!" That was Peter, whisper-yelling frantically.
"Oh come on, like she won't figure it out the second she leaves her room," Sam's amused voice retorted.
"I told you idiots this was a terrible idea," Bucky grumbled amidst renewed shushing.
Natasha bit back a smile as understanding dawned. Of course, Peter would want to show his gratitude regarding her adopting him. She should have expected the kid would want to try something sweet. The crash was concerning though. Best she make an appearance before they burned down her kitchen.
Schooling her face into neutral surprise, she stepped around the corner. "What's all this then?"
Peter whirled from where he was scrambling to pick up a fallen baking sheet. "Mom! You're up!" His eyes darted guiltily to the mess before brightening with forced cheer. "Uh, surprise?"
Natasha surveyed the chaotic scene - Peter, Sam and Bucky covered in flour amidst the debris of what seemed to be a baking attempt. The counters were strewn with mixing bowls, scattered ingredients and lopsided baked goods.
She crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow. "Let me guess. You wanted to surprise me with breakfast in bed?"
Peter scratched his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, but uh, it's harder than it looks on TV." He gestured helplessly to the chaos.
Warmth bloomed in Natasha's chest at the gesture. She stepped forward to pull him into a hug, heedless of the flour coating his shirt.
"It's perfect, thank you Peter." She shot a stern look over his shoulder at Sam and Bucky. "Even if you clearly needed better supervision."
Bucky glared and Sam shrugged unrepentantly. "Hey, don't look at me. The kid was adamant he could bake no problem."
Peter drew back, biting his lip. "Sorry your surprise is kind of a mess. I really wanted to do something special to say 'Thanks for adopting me, I love you Mom'."
Natasha cupped his cheek, brushing aside his worries. "You did. Just the thought of doing this just proves your appreciation to me, my son." She smiled softly. "Now, how about I help you actually turn these ingredients into edible food?"
Peter's face lit up. Together they managed to salvage slightly lopsided pancakes and muffins from the baking disaster. Natasha showed Peter proper measuring and mixing technique as they worked. By the time the rest of the Avengers wandered in drawn by the smells, they were plating up stacks of pancakes.
Tony snatched one off the top. “Mmm, Mama Spider’s famous cooking. The one time it’s safe to eat in this kitchen.” He dodged the dish towel Natasha snapped at him.
“Ooh, pancakes, my favorite!” Clint grabbed a plate and slid onto a stool. “Saving us from food poisoning, Nat. You’re the real MVP today.”
Natasha just shook her head fondly at their antics. As the team dug in with enthusiasm, she dropped a kiss atop Peter’s head. “Thank you for breakfast, Peter. But having you as my son is the only gift I need.”
Peter leaned into her side with a happy hum. “Love you, Mom. But can we please order pizza tonight instead of more baking?”
Natasha huffed a laugh. “Deal.” As Peter launched into an argument with Sam over pizza toppings, her heart filled with warmth. A chaotic kitchen and flour-coated kid was worth it to make memories together.
*******
Natasha awoke on her birthday to weak sunlight filtering through the curtains. She smiled softly, feeling truly at peace. There was a time when this day passed unacknowledged, just another number on the calendar. But now she had a family to celebrate with.
As if summoned by her thoughts, a knock sounded at the door right before it burst open. Peter bounded in with a huge grin, arms loaded down with a breakfast tray.
“Happy birthday, Mom!” He presented the overflowing tray with a flourish.
Natasha sat up, touched at the gesture. “Peter, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“Of course I did, it’s your special day! I wanted you to start it out right.” He placed the tray across her lap.
Natasha took in the slightly crooked pancakes, fruit sliced in uneven chunks, and two mugs of coffee, one noticeably fuller than the other. Her heart swelled.
“This looks amazing, thank you.”
Peter beamed under her praise. “Only the best for your birthday breakfast in bed.”
He crawled onto the bed and dug into his own smaller stack of pancakes. Natasha treasured these quiet moments with just the two of them. The adoption had only brought them closer over the past months.
Later, when she emerged from her room ready for the day, the other Avengers were waiting with a chorus of “Happy birthday!” Even Fury was there, raising a toast over video conference.
Laughing, Natasha accepted their enthusiastic congratulations. “You guys didn’t have to make a fuss.”
“Are you kidding? It’s not every day the Black Widow becomes a mother,” Tony said, dodging her swat with a grin. “But seriously, we’re happy you’re letting us celebrate you.”
Natasha’s eyes softened, soaking in the love surrounding her. With her family at her side, she blew out the candles on her cake and made a wish - for many more birthdays like this.
In turn, she ensured Peter’s next birthday was just as special. She took him out to dinner at his favorite Thai restaurant before returning to the tower for gifts, cake, and movies with the team.
After demolishing massive slices of chocolate cake, it was time for presents. Peter tore through Avengers themed gifts with childlike enthusiasm, pausing to examine each tech gadget or Lego set awe.
“You guys are the best, thank you so much!” He looked up with bright eyes.
Natasha handed over a small wrapped box. “This one is just from me.”
Peter carefully unwrapped a customized watch with Widow’s Bite tech hidden inside. His jaw dropped. “Whoa, is this...?”
“So you can always call me for help if needed,” Natasha explained. “Tap here for the electric pulse.” She smiled at his awed expression. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? It’s the coolest thing ever!” Peter threw his arms around her. “Thank you, Mom!”
Natasha held him tight, heart swelling. No matter how old he got, she would always protect her little spider.
Later, curled on the couch watching Star Wars, Peter whispered, “This was the best birthday ever.” Natasha hugged him close, cherishing this new tradition with her little spider.
*******
As November brought shorter days and colder winds, Peter started vibrating with excitement for Thanksgiving.
“May always lets me help cook and everything! Can I make the mac and cheese this year?”
Amusement tugged Natasha’s lips up. “I think that can be arranged.”
Thanksgiving morning found the two of them elbow-deep in food prep amidst mouthwatering aromas. Natasha assigned Peter tasks under her watchful eye while expertly roasting the turkey and sautéing sides.
By late afternoon, the table practically groaned under the impressive spread. Peter’s mac and cheese baked up perfectly golden. The team descended on the feast with gusto. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the room.
In the rowdy chorus of voices, Peter’s stood out clear to Natasha. “This is the best Thanksgiving ever!” He spoke sincerely between bites of turkey and ruffled Natasha’s hair affectionately. “Thanks, Mom.”
She pulled him into a one-armed hug, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you for being in my life to share it with, little spider.”
A chorus of “awws” rose up at the sentimental moment. Nat rolled her eyes tolerantly at her meddlesome teammates but didn’t let go of Peter. He just grinned and tucked back into his food, at ease in the boisterous family atmosphere.
*********
December brought cookie baking, hot cocoa, and festive movie nights. Natasha smiled indulgently as Peter and Tony competed to hang more decorations than the other, tinsel and lights multiplying across every surface. Their living space transformed into a winter wonderland.
On Christmas morning, Natasha was startled awake by an exuberant weight landing on her bed. “Mom, wake up, it’s Christmas!”
She squinted one eye open to see Peter practically vibrating with excitement. His youthful energy proved too powerful to resist, even at the ungodly early hour. Laughing, she allowed him to tug her from bed and down to the tree.
Natasha pulled him in for a hug. “Merry Christmas, little spider. Ready for presents?”
His enthusiastic cheer answered that question. Laughing, she ushered him back out to wake the others. Time for their first Christmas as a family.
The flashing lights cast a festive glow across piled gifts and bleary-eyed teammates roused by Peter’s enthusiasm. He passed out meticulously wrapped presents, urging everyone to open them.
Shiny paper flew as the team dug in. Peter’s thoughtfully chosen gifts were received with delight. Watching everyone swap thanks and laughter, Natasha’s chest grew warm. This felt like the family holidays she had always longed for.
The pile of gifts under the massive tree was soon distributed as everyone gathered round. Peter practically vibrated out of his skin waiting for Natasha to open the sloppily wrapped present from him first.
She carefully peeled back the paper, revealing a framed photo of them together, and a mug proclaiming “#1 Spider-Mom.” Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, she pulled Peter into a fierce embrace.
After the embrace between mother and son, Natasha went under the tree to give Peter a small wrapped box. He tore off the paper to reveal a framed photo of the two of them mid-laugh wearing silly light-up reindeer antlers, the city skyline glittering behind them. Peter’s eyes misted over.
“Mom, I love it! This is from that night we all went to see the Christmas lights, right?”
Natasha nodded, throat tightening at his reaction. “This is our first Christmas together, baby. But just the first of many.”
Peter threw his arms around her. “Best Christmas ever. Love you so much.”
“Love you too, Peter.” Natasha held him close. With her son by her side, she would never tire of the holidays.
“I love them, thank you.” She cradled him close, this incredible boy who had become her son. Later, she displayed the gifts proudly in her room, a reminder of their bond.
*******
On Mother’s Day, Natasha returned to the kitchen from a workout to find Peter and Tony whispering suspiciously. They jumped apart when she entered.
“Nothing going on in here,” Tony said breezily. “Just chatting, all good.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow, but Peter tugged her toward the common area before she could inquire further. “C’mon, I have something to show you!”
She allowed herself to be led out, trusting the joyful sparkle in his eyes. When she stepped into the lounge, it was to find the team assembled around a “Happy Mother’s Day!” banner. A feast of all her favorite foods was laid out on the table below it.
Natasha froze, taking it in. Peter leaned into her side. “Do you like it? We wanted to celebrate your first Mother’s Day.”
She turned widened eyes to him. “You did all this for me?”
He shrugged, suddenly shy. “Well yeah, you’re my mom.” Like it was the simplest truth.
Natasha had to blink back sudden tears. Drawing him into her arms, she whispered, “It’s perfect. Thank you, Peter.”
The sincerity of his embrace in return soothed any lingering fears that she wasn’t enough. Peter didn’t need grand gestures to know she cherished him as her own. This hodgepodge family they had built together was the greatest gift of all.
After eating, he shyly handed over a flat wrapped package.
Natasha carefully tore off the paper to reveal a framed sketch of herself and Peter, their faces captured in loving detail. Her breath caught in awe. “Peter, this is incredible! Did you draw this yourself?”
Peter nodded, cheeks tinging pink. “Yeah, I worked on it for a long time in art class to get it just right. Do you really like it?”
“I love it,” Natasha said fiercely, pulling him into a hug. She cradled the precious drawing close to her heart. “This is the most thoughtful, perfect gift. Thank you, Peter.”
He hugged her back just as tightly. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.”
They stayed wrapped up in each other for a long moment, neither wanting to let go. Natasha pressed a fierce kiss to Peter’s hair. A simple sketch meant more to her than any store bought gift. Because it came from her son’s heart.
“I love you so much, little spider,” she whispered.
Peter nuzzled closer with a happy sigh. “Love you too. Being your son is the best gift ever.”
No truer words were ever spoken, Natasha thought. Every holiday was special now thanks to this incredible boy she could call her own. She couldn’t wait to experience many more celebrations and make even more memories together.
Over pancakes the next morning, just the two of them again, Peter asked hopefully, “So did you have a happy Mother’s Day?”
Natasha stroked back his hair with a tender smile. “The happiest. Every day with you is.”
Peter grinned, leaning into her touch. “Love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, little spider.” Natasha treasured the quiet joy of this new tradition. What had once been just another day now meant celebrating the incredible gift of motherhood she never expected, but couldn’t imagine life without.
********
Natasha paused in front of the calendar, heart swelling at the date circled in red - the one year anniversary of legally adopting Peter. In some ways it felt like just yesterday she had signed those papers declaring him her son. But this year had also flown by in a whirlwind of school projects, Spider-Man missions, and family milestones.
Now the day that had made them officially family had arrived again. Natasha wanted to celebrate how far they had come, just the two of them. She already had the perfect idea in mind.
That morning, she slipped out early to prepare, leaving a note for Peter not to worry when he woke up alone. An hour later, she returned just as he shuffled blearily into the kitchen, hair sticking up every which way.
“Morning Mom, where’d you go?” he mumbled through a yawn.
Natasha smiled fondly, brushing an errant curl back from his forehead. “You’ll see soon, little spider. Go get ready, we’ve got plans today.”
Peter perked up at that, questions instantly bubbling forth, but Natasha just laughed and nudged him back toward his room. “Patience! I promise you’ll find out at breakfast.”
Still pestering her for hints, Peter eventually disappeared to shower and change. Natasha busied herself finishing up the special breakfast she had prepared for their day - chocolate chip pancakes topped with whipped cream to look like spider webs, along with fresh fruit kabobs.
When Peter returned, he gasped in delight. “Whoa, this looks awesome! What’s the special occasion?”
Natasha smiled softly, brushing her thumb over the adoption papers she had framed and placed as the table centerpiece. “It’s been one year since I signed these, declaring you my son. I wanted to celebrate how far we’ve come.”
Peter’s eyes widened, darting between her face and the adoption certificate. “Our gotcha day anniversary! Has it really been a whole year already?” At her nod, he broke into a brilliant grin. “This is the best idea ever to celebrate it.”
He dug into the pancakes with enthusiasm, chattering about his favorite memories from the past year. With his boundless energy and joy filling the space between them, Natasha’s heart swelled with love for her remarkable boy. The year had flown by, but forged a bond between them that would last lifetimes.
After breakfast, Natasha bundled Peter into the car, ignoring his eager questions about their destination. She wanted it to be a surprise. Finally they pulled up outside a trampoline park and Peter vibrated with excitement.
“No way, I’ve always wanted to try one of these places!” He was out of the car almost before Natasha finished parking, bouncing on his toes impatiently as she purchased their wristbands.
Inside, his eyes grew huge taking in the seemingly endless sea of interconnected trampolines. Giant foam pits, rock climbing walls, and trampoline basketball courts completed the adventure arena.
Peter turned shining eyes to Natasha. “This is the coolest thing ever! Where should we go first?”
Natasha smiled indulgently, swept up in his enthusiasm. “Wherever you want, little spider.”
With a whoop, Peter took off, practically ricocheting from one trampoline tile to the next. Natasha followed at a more sedate pace, content to trail after him and occasionally snap photos on her phone. The pure, breathless joy on his face was reward enough.
After bouncing wildly around the main court area, Peter dragged her over to try out the trampoline basketball nets. Natasha smirked as she sank shot after shot, much to Peter’s delight and envy.
“How are you so good at this?” he complained as another ball sailed cleanly through the net.
“Come here, I’ll show you,” Natasha beckoned him closer. Adjusting his stance and release point, she guided him patiently through the steps until finally he made a perfect swish.
“I did it!” Peter cheered, immediately crushing Natasha in an ecstatic hug. She held him close, treasuring his innocent joy. Moments like this made every challenge worthwhile.
Next Peter fearlessly tackled the rock climbing walls, scrambling up the flexible grips with ease. At the top he turned to wave at Natasha, who snapped a photo, pride swelling in her chest. Her little spider in his element.
The giant foam pits provided endless amusement, with Peter inventing flips, spins and tricks to try and stump her. After showing him up with a seamless quadruple back tuck, Natasha found herself tackled into the soft cubes, Peter’s laughter ringing out brightly. She wrapped him in a fierce hug, cocooned in the scent of soap and joy and home.
Finally, tired but buzzing with adrenaline, they exited the park. Peter chattered nonstop about his favorite parts all the way to the diner Natasha had picked for lunch. There they slid into a booth by the window, her boy’s enthusiasm never flagging.
“...and did you see me climb that steep overhang? I totally crushed it!” He took a huge bite of his burger, continuing around the mouthful, “Thif waf the beft!”
“Careful there, don’t choke,” Natasha chided gently, passing him a milkshake. But her heart swelled at his animated recap. The day had been a resounding success already.
Over dessert, she reached across to take Peter’s hand, meeting his eyes seriously. “Thank you for this incredible year. For opening your heart, and your life to me. You’ve given me the greatest gift in the world.”
Peter’s eyes softened, thumb rubbing over her knuckles. “Back at you, Mom. This year with you has been the best ever. I never thought I could be this happy again.” He looked down shyly. “I’m really glad you adopted me.”
Natasha squeezed his hand, touched beyond words by his heartfelt confession. But no words were needed - the boundless love and trust shining from his eyes said it all. She had found her purpose, her home in this boy.
On their way out of the diner, she wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his hair. “Happy gotcha day, little spider. Here’s to many more.”
Peter leaned into her embrace with a contented noise. “Love you, Mom. This was the perfect way to celebrate our day.”
“I’m glad. I love you too, always.” Natasha treasured his solid warmth at her side. No matter how many years passed, she would never take for granted the gift of getting to call this incredible boy hers.
Back at the tower that night, after pizza and a movie marathon with the rest of the Avengers, Peter shyly presented Natasha with a carefully wrapped gift. She unfolded the paper to reveal a photo frame decorated with “#1 Mom” in his blocky handwriting. Inside was a picture of the two of them embracing FRIDAY snapped the moment Natasha told Peter she wanted to adopt him.
“To remember our gotcha day,” Peter mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.
Natasha had to blink back a sudden swell of tears as she traced the messy lettering. Looking up at him, she said thickly, “It’s wonderful. Thank you, Peter. I’ll treasure it always.”
Peter’s answering smile outshone the sun itself. Natasha pulled him in for a fierce embrace, overcome with love. However much time passed, she knew they would continue celebrating the incredible gift of becoming family. She couldn’t wait to see what adventures all the years to come would bring.