"please be honest. are you really okay, mom?"
Natasha sighed deeply as she stepped off the jet and onto the landing platform of Avengers Tower. It had been over a month since she had last been home, the longest mission she had undertaken since the birth of her son, Peter. Though necessary, being away from him for so long had taken its toll.
As she entered the common room area, the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall met her ears. Seconds later Peter came barreling around the corner, a huge grin on his face.
"Mom! You're back!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap her in a tight hug. Natasha sank into his embrace, holding him close as she stroked his hair.
"Hi мой паук," she murmured. "I missed you so much."
Peter leaned back to look up at her, though he kept his arms around her waist. "I missed you too! It's been way too quiet around here without you." His smile faded a bit as he studied her face. "The mission...was it bad?"
Natasha considered glossing over the details, but the concerned understanding in her son's eyes stopped her. He was nearly an adult now, and had proved himself mature and thoughtful many times over.
"Yes," she admitted with a tired sigh. "It was difficult. I'm glad it's over."
Peter's expression grew solemn. He took her hand, guiding her over to the large couch and sitting down beside her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently.
Natasha gave a small, bittersweet smile. Her child was so considerate and wise beyond his years. It reminded her of herself at his age, forced to become independent and discerning very young. But unlike her, Peter had been allowed to retain his innocence and compassion.
"You don't have to listen to the gory details," she demurred.
"Hey, I can take it," Peter said, bumping her shoulder playfully. "I'm tougher than I look. And it might help to get it off your chest. I'm a great listener, or so I've been told."
Natasha huffed a soft laugh, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. "You are incredibly sweet, little spider. I suppose...it wouldn't hurt to share some of it with you."
Peter snuggled against her side, gazing up at her attentively.
Taking a deep breath, Natasha began recounting some of the events of the past month - the constant danger, the difficult decisions, the moments of despair. Peter listened quietly, asking thoughtful questions and making sympathetic noises. His steady presence was a comfort, helping to soothe her frayed nerves and troubled mind.
After talking for nearly half an hour, she finally came to the end of her account. Peter was silent for a moment, processing it all.
"I'm really proud of you, Mom," he said at last. "What you did...it was so brave. And it's going to help a lot of people."
Natasha swallowed against the sudden tightness in her throat. "Thank you, Peter," she whispered.
He gave her a lopsided smile. "So...does this mean I get to order whatever I want for dinner tonight? You know, as a special 'welcome home' treat?"
Laughing, Natasha mussed his hair affectionately. "Nice try, маленький паук. But I was thinking we could order in some shawarma from that place down the street you like so much."
"Yes!" Peter pumped his fist in excitement. "You're the best, Мама паук."
They spent the next hour happily discussing everything Peter had been up to while she was away - school projects, Spider-Man patrols, movie nights with the team. Natasha was content to listen to him ramble, soaking up this time together.
When the food arrived, they retreated to Natasha's floor to eat comfortably. Peter kept up a steady stream of conversation between bites, and Natasha found herself relaxing in a way she hadn't in weeks. There was something profoundly therapeutic about simply being with her son again.
After they had eaten their fill, Peter helped clean up the remnants of their meal. Then he went to queue up a movie while Natasha showered and changed into comfier clothes. She emerged from her bedroom to find Peter already curled up on the couch, patting the seat next to him in invitation.
Settling beside him, Natasha tugged a blanket over them and slipped an arm around his shoulders. Peter snuggled into her side with a contented hum as the opening credits began to roll.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, Peter paused it and shifted to face her. "So now that you're home safe and we've had a nice dinner...please be honest. Are you really okay, Mom?"
He gazed at her, brow furrowed in concern. Natasha considered brushing off his worry, but something about the earnest look in his eyes stopped her. She and Peter had always been open with each other. He had comforted her through nightmares in the past, just as she had soothed his.
Letting out a slow breath, she admitted, "Honestly? I'm...struggling a bit. That kind of extended mission, all the danger and uncertainty, it leaves some scars. I think I just need some time to heal and readjust to normal life again. But I'll be alright, мой маленький паук. Coming home to you helps more than you know."
Peter snuggled closer against her side. "I'm always gonna be here when you get back," he said softly. "Whatever you need, Mom, I've got you. Even if it's just rambling at you for hours or making you watch silly movies. Especially if you have trouble sleeping or can't shake off bad dreams. I know you'd do the same for me."
Natasha's throat tightened with emotion. She hugged him close, fiercely grateful for this sweet, thoughtful boy she was blessed to call her son.
"You are absolutely right, little spider," she whispered. "Thank you for understanding me so well. I promise I'll tell you if I'm struggling, okay? Don't worry if I seem a bit tired or on edge sometimes - it will pass. Just having you close helps more than you realize."
"Good." Peter gave her a lopsided smile. "Oh, and fair warning: I fully intend to stick by your side as much as possible over the next few days. You know, movie marathons, meals together, maybe some games or nerf battles..." He shrugged, eyes gleaming mischievously. "You're not getting rid of me that easy after being gone so long."
Natasha huffed a laugh, ruffling his hair. "I see my little spider has become quite the mother hen. Not that I'm complaining." She tugged him close again. "I've missed you terribly, Peter. However much time you want to spend together is more than fine with me."
"Yessss." Peter pumped his fist triumphantly. Then he sobered, gazing up at her with those soulful brown eyes she loved so much. "But seriously...I'm here for you, Mom. Whatever you need."
Natasha had to blink back sudden tears as she cradled his face in her hands. "I know, baby. And I can't tell you how much that means to me." She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before drawing him close again.
Peter happily tucked himself against her once more as they resumed their movie. Surrounded by the familiar comfort of her floor and the soothing presence of her remarkable son, Natasha felt some of the lingering tension begin to ease from her heart. There would be more difficult days ahead, more shadows to battle. But here and now, she was home.
Over the next few days, Peter stayed true to his word. He found small ways to check on her and lift her spirits - favorite meals appearing as if by magic, mugs of tea when she woke from fitful sleep, notes left to make her smile. When he caught her lost in darker thoughts, he would draw her back with a well-timed joke or a ridiculous story. His bright spirit was a balm, helping wash away the lingering bitterness of past weeks.
Natasha made sure to be open with him when she was struggling, not downplaying her difficulties. They spent long hours talking through things, Peter listening with patience and insight well beyond his years. He coaxed her to rest when she needed it, keeping watch over her sleep and soothing away nightmares with a gentle hand on her arm and softly spoken reassurances.
And he made sure they had plenty of lighter moments too - movies and games, laughter over shared meals, patrolling or training together. Over time, the shadows receded and Natasha's spirit regained its equilibrium. She knew wounds like hers never fully disappeared. But her remarkable boy helped bear the scars, helping her heal in ways she never could alone.
On one such day, about two weeks after her return, Natasha stepped out of her room feeling more herself than she had since before the mission. The smell of baking cookies wafted down the hallway, drawing her toward the kitchen.
There she found Peter decorating a fresh batch, his tongue poked out in concentration as he added sprinkles to the still-warm cookies. He glanced up with a grin as she entered.
"Hey Mom! Feeling up for some celebratory cookies?" He held one out to her, an arc of rainbow sprinkles adorning its surface.
Natasha took a bite, savoring the warmth and sweetness. "Mmm...delicious!" She tilted her head. "What exactly are we celebrating?"
"You!" Peter beamed, wrapping her in a careful hug to avoid getting cookie crumbs on her. He leaned back to meet her gaze. "I can tell you've been feeling a lot better the past few days. Your energy is coming back, you seem more at peace. So I thought, what better way to celebrate than surprise cookies?"
Natasha huffed a laugh, pulling him close to place a kiss on his flour-dusted curls. "You are too sweet for your own good, little spider. But you're right - I've turned a corner. Thanks to you."
Peter shrugged, looking pleased but shy. "I'm just happy I could help. But it was all you, really - you're so strong, Мама паук."
Taking his face in her hands, Natasha gazed into her son's eyes - so like her own, and yet infinitely warmer and more open.
"Never doubt how much you've helped me, Peter," she told him softly. "Your light, your patience and kindness, the joy you bring me...it has carried me through the darkest of times. You make all the struggle worthwhile."
Peter's eyes were overbright as he hugged her tightly. "I'll always be here," he murmured. "I love you so much, Mom."
With a watery laugh, Natasha stroked his curls. "I love you so much more, my little spider."
Drawing back, Peter smiled up at her. "So, what do you want to do today? It's a beautiful Saturday, we could go to the park, catch an early movie..."
His excitement warmed Natasha's heart. Her sweet boy, so attentive to her needs and still eager to make the most of the simple joys of life. Taking his hand, she led him toward the couch.
"Honestly?" she said, settling a blanket around them. "Right now I just want to stay in with you, eat these amazing cookies, and watch something lighthearted. Later we can go out and enjoy the day. But for now, this - being close to you - is more than enough."
Peter readily tucked himself against her side. "Sounds perfect, Mom."
Natasha dropped a kiss to the top of his head as the opening credits began. The shadows of past sorrows still lingered, as she knew they always would. But here, surrounded by love and laughter and joyful moments great and small, she had found her way back to the light.
It was well past midnight when Peter crept back into Avengers tower, body aching and exhausted after a long night of patrols. He had meant to be home hours ago - but a busy night of crime fighting in the city had caused the time to slip away from him.
Wincing, Peter peeled off his mask as he entered the common room. He knew his mom Natasha would not be happy. She worried about him when he was out late, especially on school nights. Hopefully she was already in bed and he could just sneak to his room without -
"Peter."
He cringed at the sound of her voice, turning to see Natasha sitting tensely on the couch. Arms folded, face drawn in a disapproving frown.
Yeah, he was in trouble.
"Hi Мама," he said weakly, attempting a smile. "I, uh, didn't mean to wake you."
Natasha arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't asleep. I've been waiting for you."
Peter grimaced. "Right. Yeah, I kinda figured. Look, I'm really sorry I'm so late, I just lost track of -"
"Lost track of time?" Natasha rose smoothly from the couch. "Do you have any idea what time it is, Peter? It's nearly 1am. On a school night. You told me you'd be back by 10 at the latest."
"I know, I know," Peter sighed, shoulders slumping. "I really meant to Mom, honest! But there was a robbery I had to deal with, and then a car accident, and - "
"That's enough." Natasha's voice was sharp. She began to pace agitatedly. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You should have called or texted if an emergency came up. Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "You're right, I should have let you know. I just didn't realize it had gotten so late. I'm really sorry-"
"Sorry doesn't cut it!" Natasha whirled to face him. "You can't keep being this irresponsible, Peter. What if something had happened to you out there? I had no way of knowing if you were alright!"
"But nothing did happen!" Peter protested. "I'm fine, not even a scratch. C'mon Mom, you know I can handle myself-"
"That is not the point!" Natasha snapped. "The point is you are still a child under my care. When you go out as Spider-Man, the only thing I ask is that you follow basic safety precautions. Like letting me know if you'll be late."
Peter threw his hands up in frustration. "I just lost track of time, okay? It's not that big a deal."
Natasha's eyes flashed. "It is a big deal to me! Do you have any concept of how dangerous this city can be, especially at night?" Her voice shook slightly. "If something happened to you when I didn't know where you were..."
She trailed off, turning away from him. Peter's anger faded as he noticed the slight tremor in her shoulders. Moving closer, he reached out a tentative hand. "Mom?" he asked softly. "I'm really sorry. I should have texted. I didn't mean to scare you."
When she didn't respond, he placed a gentle hand on her arm. "Мама?"
Natasha shook her head sharply, pulling away. But not before Peter caught the sheen of tears in her eyes. His heart clenched.
"Just go to bed, Peter," she said, her voice tight. "We'll talk about this in the morning."
"Mom, wait." Peter reached for her again. "I screwed up, I know. But please don't shut me out. If you're really that upset..." He trailed off at the look on her face.
Natasha had gone pale, breaths quick and shallow. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. As Peter watched in dismay, a single tear escaped and trailed down her cheek.
"Мама?" Alarmed, he grasped her shoulders. "Hey, look at me. Just take some deep breaths, okay?"
But Natasha seemed unable to hear him. Her chest was heaving now, eyes wide and panicked. Peter's heart lurched. He had seen her have episodes like this before, though rarely. Lingering effects of past trauma that sometimes got triggered by stress or fear.
Guiding her gently to the couch, Peter kept speaking in a low, soothing tone. "It's alright Мама, just try to breathe. I'm right here with you, I'm safe. Just focus on my voice."
He sat down beside her, taking her trembling hand in both of his. Slowly, her frantic gasps began to ease. The hint of awareness crept back into her eyes as they met his. Peter gave an encouraging smile.
"That's it, you're okay," he murmured. "I've got you now. Just keep taking nice deep breaths."
They sat in silence for several minutes as Natasha's breathing steadied. Peter kept a gentle grip on her hand, maintaining eye contact. At last the lingering panic faded from her face. She gave a shaky sigh, shoulders slumping wearily.
"I'm sorry, Peter," she whispered. "I didn't mean for you to see that."
Peter's heart ached at the exhausted defeat in her voice. Scooting closer, he wrapped both arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Мама" he said fiercely.
Natasha trembling hand came up to stroke his hair. "I should be the one comforting you. Not the other way around."
"It goes both ways." Peter leaned into her touch. "We look after each other, remember?"
He felt her press a kiss to the top of his head. "I don't deserve you, little spider," she breathed.
Peter just hugged her tighter. They sat wrapped in each other's arms for a long moment, taking comfort in the contact.
Finally Natasha drew back, wiping the last traces of moisture from her eyes. She cupped Peter's face in her hands, regret and relief mingling on her features. "I'm alright now, Peter. Thank you for talking me through that, мой храбрый паук."
Peter bit his lip. "I'm really sorry for scaring you and being so late," he said remorsefully. "I should have been more careful and called to check in. I wasn't thinking."
Natasha smoothed a hand over his hair. "You're a good kid who made a mistake. I forgive you. And I'm sorry for losing my temper." She sighed. "I just...the thought of something happening to you out there, when I didn't know where you were..."
Peter's heart twisted at the remembered fear in her voice. Impulsively, he wrapped her in another fierce hug.
"I know, Мама. I get it now. And I promise, I'll be more responsible from now on," he vowed earnestly.
"Thank you, Peter." Natasha hugged him back just as tightly. "I don't mean to smother you. I just need to know you're safe. Can you try to remember that?"
"I will, I promise." Peter drew back to meet her gaze. "No more patrolling late on school nights. I'll check in with you regularly when I'm out. And I'll call if anything changes."
Natasha gave a small, relieved smile. "That's all I ask."
She brushed a hand through his hair. "It's very late now, little spider. We should both get some rest."
Peter nodded reluctantly. He felt awful for causing her such distress. But the bone-deep weariness on her face decided him.
Walking Natasha to her room, he stopped her at the door with another impulsive hug. "I love you, Мама," he mumbled into her shoulder. "And I'm really, really sorry again. I'll do better."
Natasha held him close for a long moment. "I love you too, sweet boy," she whispered. "So much. Now get some sleep." With a final kiss to his hair, she slipped into her room.
Over the next few weeks, Peter worked hard to keep his promises. He checked in frequently when out as Spider-Man and made sure to be home on time. After late patrols, he would poke his head in to reassure his mom that he was home safe.
True to her word, Natasha gave him space as long as he followed basic precautions. She seemed to relax as the days passed with no more extremely late nights. Peter was glad to see the lingering strain ease from her face.
One night after an uneventful patrol, Peter returned to the tower earlier than expected. After greeting Natasha and confirming he was done for the night, he headed to his room to work on a Lego set.
About an hour later, a knock came at his door. He glanced up to see Natasha hovering in the doorway, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.
"Hey Мама," he greeted, sitting up straighter. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just..." She stepped inside, perching on the edge of his bed. "Wanted to check on you. Make sure patrol went alright."
Peter nodded, scooting over to sit beside her. "It was really quiet actually. Just stopped a bike theft and helped a family change a flat tire."
"Good." Natasha played absently with the edge of his blanket. She seemed to be working up to saying something.
Peter waited patiently. After another moment, she spoke quietly. "Thank you for keeping your promises about check-ins. I know I can be...overprotective at times. I'm trying to give you more freedom. But it helps, knowing you're safe."
"Of course, Мама." Peter bumped her shoulder affectionately. "I want you to feel okay when I'm out patrolling. And I really am sorry about before. I should have been more thoughtful."
Natasha slipped an arm around his shoulders. "You're a good kid, Peter. I'm very proud of you." She sighed softly. "I just can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. You're my whole world, little spider."
Peter's throat tightened with emotion. Scooting closer, he rested his head on her shoulder. "I know. I feel the same way about you." He looked up at her earnestly. "If it really makes you feel better, I don't mind checking in more when I'm out. Or keeping it to shorter patrols. I know it's kinda scary not knowing where I am or if I'm safe. I'll do whatever you need to help with that, Мама."
Natasha's eyes shone as she cupped his cheek. "You are far too good to me, Peter Romanoff. Just follow basic safety measures, okay? Don't stop being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man on my account." She smiled tenderly. "But thank you for understanding. And for being willing to accommodate my worries."
Peter hugged her. "Of course. We're in this together."
Natasha held him close for a long moment. "Yes we are, little spider," she finally murmured. "Together."
They talked for a while longer, enjoying the quiet time together. Eventually Natasha kissed his forehead and bid him goodnight.
Peter went to bed with a light heart, grateful they had worked through that difficult night. He knew there would be other struggles ahead - he was a teenager now, and independence beckoned. But whatever came, he and his Мама would face it together.
And he would do everything he could to keep her from fearing for him again. Her love and worry were a gift, one he would never take for granted. She had given him so much - the least he could do was provide a little peace of mind in return.
As Peter drifted off, his thoughts lingered on Natasha's fervent words: You're my whole world. He cherished that bond between them, unbreakable as the strongest spider silk. They would continue looking out for each other, come what may.
Natasha pulled up outside Midtown School of Science and Technology, scanning the crowds of students for her son. She had picked Peter up from school hundreds of times before, but today felt different. All day she had been unable to shake a strange sense of foreboding.
Finally she spotted him, head down and shoulders hunched as he trudged toward her car. Her concern deepened - his usual enthusiastic energy was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey little spider," she greeted as he slid silently into the passenger seat. "How was school?"
"Fine," Peter mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
Natasha studied his defeated posture, the lingering redness around his eyes. Her heart sank. Gently she reached over to tilt his chin up.
"Peter, look at me," she implored. "Did something happen at school today?"
Peter bit his lip, looking conflicted. But finally he gave a tiny nod, fresh tears welling in his eyes.
Natasha's protective instincts flared. School was supposed to be a safe place for her son. She took a deep breath, keeping her voice calm. "What happened, Peter? You can tell me."
Peter hesitated a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. "It's just...some guys giving me a hard time again."
Natasha tensed. Peter had mentioned bullying issues last year too. Fury simmered in her gut, but she forced herself to remain composed.
"The same boys as before?" she asked.
Peter gave a halfhearted shrug. "Mainly Eugene Thompson. Or Flash, I guess. That's what he likes to be called." His shoulders hunched further. "I try to ignore him, but..."
"What kinds of things does he do?" Natasha pressed gently. Getting the full story was essential before she took action.
Haltingly at first, then with gathering emotion, Peter began to explain. The constant teasing and name calling. Being shoved into lockers nearly every day. Having his backpack thrown in the dumpster. The mocking "accidental" tripping in the halls. It had been going on for weeks apparently, and was only getting worse.
Natasha listened intently, hands tightening on the steering wheel. Her heart ached for her sweet boy. He was such a gentle soul, always trying to see the best in people. But this cruelty had left him raw and defeated. Unacceptable. She would not stand for it.
"Peter, listen to me," she said gently but firmly. "This is completely wrong. You do not deserve to be treated that way by anyone." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "We are going to put a stop to this. I promise you that."
Peter gave her a tremulous smile. "I know you want to help, Mom. But maybe we should just let it go. I don't want to make things worse, you know?"
Natasha's expression hardened. "Letting a bully get away with tormenting you will only make it continue. You've tried ignoring him already." She squeezed his shoulder. "We're going to take care of this properly. No one hurts my little spider and gets away with it."
Peter ducked his head, but she saw a hint of relief cross his face. Her resolve strengthened.
The drive back to the tower passed in thoughtful silence. Natasha's mind spun, working through various options. Physical retaliation held a certain appeal, but was risky legally. She needed a plan that hit this bully where it really hurt, without jeopardizing Peter.
By the time they arrived, the beginnings of an idea were coming together in her mind. She just needed some help to pull it off. Fortunately, she knew the perfect team for the job.
After making sure Peter was settled comfortably on their floor with his favorite snacks, Natasha headed up to the common room. As she had hoped, several of the Avengers were sprawled around the large space.
Clint glanced up from his video game as she entered, taking one look at her expression before tossing his controller aside. "Alright, what's got Mama Spider riled up? Who do we need to kill?"
"No killing yet," Natasha said wryly, lowering herself into an armchair. The others glanced over curiously as she briefly explained Peter's situation.
"That little punk's had this coming for a while," Tony growled when she had finished. "Just say the word, Romanoff. I can make this Eugene kid's life very difficult."
"Count me in too." Clint cracked his knuckles menacingly. "We'll teach that brat to mess with our kid."
"Perhaps a more diplomatic solution...?" Bruce suggested half-heartedly. Natasha just arched an eyebrow, and he held up his hands. "Alright, not really my area. I trust your judgement."
Steve leaned forward, expression solemn. "What do you need from us, Nat?"
Warmth for her team - her family - flowed through Natasha's chest. How far they had all come together. She quickly outlined her plan, hands moving as she described each component.
The others listened intently, nodding along. When she finished, Tony let out a low whistle.
"I take it back. That's way better than my idea." He grinned sharply. "Let's end this punk's whole career."
Clint laughed. "Kid's gonna regret ever looking at Peter sideways. I'm so in."
"We've got your back, Nat. And Peter's," Steve assured her. His gaze was steely. "Time to send a message about what happens when you mess with one of our own."
Bruce gave an approving nod. "Creative application of psychological pressure. I like it."
Natasha allowed herself a small smile. "Thank you. All of you. Peter's lucky to have you watching out for him." She stood, resolve hardening. "Now let's make sure this bastard never bothers our boy again."
The next afternoon found Natasha once more parked outside Midtown Tech, this time well before classes ended. She had called the school office that morning, confirming when and where she could "pick up" Flash after school to discuss his bullying behavior. The receptionist had been all too happy to share his schedule.
Now Natasha sat, engine idling, as students began spilling out the front doors. Her sharp gaze quickly spotted Eugene Thompson exiting alongside a loud group of friends. Lanky and fair-haired, dressed in an expensive letterman jacket - the picture of entitled jock. Her eyes narrowed.
As the group ambled toward the student parking lot, Natasha smoothly pulled up alongside them. Rolling down the window, she called out, "Eugene Thompson?"
The boy turned, looking puzzled. "Yeah?"
Natasha beckoned sharply. "Get in the car, please. We need to talk."
Flash glanced at his friends, laughing uncertainly. "Uh, do I know you, lady?"
"No. But you know my son." Natasha's stare was unwavering. "Peter Romanoff? Sweet kid you seem to enjoy tormenting?"
Flash's eyes widened for a split second before he schooled his features. "Oh him? Yeah me and Puny Romanoff are buds, just messing around. No big deal."
His friends snickered. Natasha's jaw tightened. Casually she withdrew one of her widow's bite gauntlets from beneath the seat, sliding it onto her hand. The faint whine of its charging power cells was audible even through the glass.
"Last chance, Mr. Thompson," she said coolly. "Get in the car and we can have a...civilized chat. Unless you'd prefer the other kind?" She raised her gloved hand slightly in warning.
All humor had faded from Flash's face. Swallowing hard, he turned to his gaping friends. "Uh, I'll catch up with you guys later."
As soon as Flash was seated, Natasha hit a button and tinted windows rose to obscure them from view. Giving him a thin smile, she pulled smoothly away from the curb. They drove in tense silence for several minutes before she spoke.
"Let's cut to the chase, shall we Eugene?" she said crisply. "I know exactly what you've been doing to my son. The harassment, the vandalism." Her tone grew deadly soft. "It ends today."
Flash shifted uneasily. "C'mon, I was just messing around with him a little-"
"Do not," Natasha snarled, "attempt to downplay your abuse of my child."
Flash recoiled at her tone, pressing himself against the door.
"Let me make one thing very clear." Natasha kept her focus on the road, hands relaxed on the wheel. "Tony Stark considers Peter to be a nephew. If I asked him to, he could ruin your future prospects with one phone call."
She slid her gaze to Flash, who had gone pale. "No college would accept someone with a disciplinary file leaked by an angry Iron Man. No future employer would want that association." She lifted one shoulder in a graceful shrug. "He could likely get your whole family blacklisted from any private school in the state as well."
"You can't do that!" Flash burst out, voice shaking slightly. "My dad would never let you-"
"Your father," Natasha interrupted coldly, "has no power here. Neither do you." She pulled the car to a stop outside the tower's private entrance.
"This ends today, Eugene," she repeated quietly. "If I hear of you so much as looking at Peter cross-eyed again, a phone call will be made. And your future prospects will disappear faster than you can blink. Are we clear?"
Flash seemed to shrink under her wintry gaze. "Y-yeah," he stammered. "Crystal clear."
Natasha studied the now cowed bully for a long moment before giving a brisk nod. "Good. Now get out of my car."
The moment Flash scrambled from the vehicle she hit a button, sending the tinted windows sliding back down into visibility. With a final warning glare at the shaken boy, she pulled smoothly away.
Phase one was complete. Now to make it official. Pulling out her phone as she drove, Natasha sent a quick group text.
Nat - It's done. Your turn.
Tony - Excellent! F.R.I.D.A.Y. is already preparing the leaked school records.
Steve - Bucky and Sam are en route to his house to have a talk with his parents about accountability.
Clint - And I'm heading to his soccer practice to make sure the coach knows what a bully he is.
Bruce - I've got some convincing evidence cooking up showing record of past offenses. Just in case.
Natasha felt fierce satisfaction well within her. With the combined force of the Avengers behind her, Eugene Thompson would think twice before ever bothering her son again. Peter would be protected.
When she arrived home, Peter rushed over immediately. "How did it go?" he asked anxiously. "Was Flash really scared?"
Gently Natasha drew him into a hug. "It's handled, little spider. He won't be troubling you anymore." Drawing back she cupped his face, brushing away the remnants of tears. "I'm so sorry you went through that, Peter. But it's over now."
Peter bit his lip but gave her a tremulous smile. "Thanks, Mom. It - it really means a lot that you stood up for me." He hugged her fiercely.
Natasha held him close, heart swelling. "Always, Peter. I will always protect you." She stroked his hair gently. "No one hurts my boy if I have anything to say about it."
Peter gave a watery chuckle. "Remind me not to ever get on your bad side."
"Never." Natasha tweaked his nose playfully before growing serious once more. "You know you can tell me anything, Peter. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
Peter nodded, dashing away the last of his tears. "I know. You're the best, Мама"
Arm in arm, they headed further into the tower. As Peter began enthusiastically recounting an idea for improving his web shooters, Natasha listened with a light heart. Her son was safe. For now, that was all that mattered.
Over the next weeks she kept a close eye out, but there was no further sign of trouble from Eugene Thompson. Peter's smile came more easily, and he walked the school halls with his head held high.
Natasha wished she could shield him from every cruelty the world held. But she knew from experience that was impossible. Life would continue to challenge him in unfair ways.
The only thing she could do was make sure he knew he never faced it alone. She would stand fiercely at his side, facing down any bully or villain who threatened him. That was a promise.
No matter how old he grew or what obstacles they faced, Natasha would defend her little spider with everything she had. Always.
As soon as Natasha left with Peter after school, the other Avengers sprang into action. They each had their assigned roles in her coordinated plan to ensure Eugene "Flash" Thompson never bothered her son again.
Tony rubbed his hands together gleefully as he strolled into his office. "Alright F.R.I.D.A.Y., let's get to work exposing this punk."
"Very well boss," his AI responded. "Accessing Midtown School of Science and Technology student records database..."
Within minutes Tony was in, scrolling through files until he found Eugene Thompson. "Bingo. Let's see here..."
He tsked in mock disappointment as he began tweaking entries. "Cheating on tests...vandalizing school property...oh dear, misuse of pharmaceuticals on school grounds? That won't look good for your chances of getting into an Ivy League."
Tony cackled under his breath as he added more falsified incidents to the boy's file. "Let's top it off with some suspected theft...there! That ought to make any college admissions board think twice." Cracking his knuckles he added a final damning touch - a note that the boy's records were leaked by an anonymous member of the Avengers due to bullying concerns.
"And done! Nicely executed, if I do say so myself." Tony leaned back in satisfaction before a thought struck him. "Actually...FRI, let's get that sent out to every private academy in the state as well. Can't have him escaping consequences that easily if they decide to transfer him."
"On it, boss."
As F.R.I.D.A.Y. compiled the files, Tony's phone buzzed. He glanced down to see a text from Steve.
Steve: Just left the Thompson house. His parents were very concerned to hear about their son's behavior from Captain America and the Winter Soldier. I believe they will take disciplinary action.
Tony grinned. That was an inspired move on Nat's part. What parent could ignore a home visit from two disappointed super soldiers?
Replying quickly, Tony rose to head out again. He wanted to catch the school principal before they left for the day. Time to do his part getting Eugene Thompson's permanent record "updated." The threat would be useless if the school itself didn't document his supposed offenses.
Whistling cheerfully, Tony strolled out. This was gonna be fun.
Meanwhile, Clint was crouched on a rooftop near Midtown Tech's athletic fields, watching soccer practice through binoculars. Spotting Flash doing half-hearted drills with the other players, he nodded in satisfaction and leapt lightly down.
Strolling over to the fence as if out for an afternoon walk, he called out, "Coach Wilson?"
The stocky, bald man turned, squinting at him. "Yeah, who's asking?"
"Clint Barton." He offered his most disarming smile, nodding toward the hawk emblem on his vest. "Hawkeye. Just wanted a quick word about one of your players - Eugene Thompson."
The coach's forehead creased warily. "What about him?"
"I understand he's been bullying another student pretty relentlessly. Wanted to give you a heads up, in case it starts affecting team dynamics." Clint kept his tone casual. "Kid's name is Peter Romanoff. Sweet boy, doesn't deserve that kind of treatment."
Coach Wilson frowned, glancing toward Flash. "I appreciate you letting me know. I'll have to look into this."
Clint nodded. "You seem like someone who doesn't put up with that sort of nonsense. Just thought I'd mention it." With a lazy salute, he turned and sauntered away.
Watching from a distance, he saw the coach pull Flash aside minutes later. Though he couldn't hear what was being said, the boy's red face and frantic denials made it clear he was getting chewed out. Clint smiled grimly. Stage two was underway.
On the other side of town, Bruce Banner sat at his computer creating digital school records that would corroborate Natasha's claims, should Flash's parents demand evidence. Hacking the school system would have been faster - but could also get traced back to him. This way the documents appeared real but untraceable, backed up by just enough truth to seem plausible. Eugene's track record of mediocre grades and absences gave Bruce plenty of material to work with.
After compiling a thorough history of "violent outbursts", "bullying incidents", and "concerning behavioral problems", Bruce added in Peter's name as one targeted victim. He felt a small twinge - even a bully didn't deserve to have their life ruined over one mistake. With a sigh, Bruce reminded himself that scaring the boy straight was vastly better than the alternatives Natasha had contemplated. A little fear might make him think twice about tormenting anyone again.
Printing out the documents, Bruce tucked them into a folder for Natasha to use as needed. If Eugene stayed in line, they would simply remain a threat in her hands.
Leaning back, Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't always comfortable with the team's more manipulative tactics. But Peter was just a kid. He didn't deserve to be tormented and afraid at school, a place that should be safe. Bruce would do what was needed to help protect him.
By the time Natasha returned to the tower with Peter, the other Avengers had assembled, eager to hear how it went. Tony in particular was rubbing his hands together, nearly vibrating with anticipation.
"Well?" he demanded before she could even sit down. "Did our plan sufficiently freak the little twerp out?"
Natasha raised an eyebrow at his exuberance but gave a satisfied nod. "It went perfectly. He will not be bothering Peter again anytime soon."
"Yes!" Tony pumped a fist, then yelped as Steve elbowed him. "I mean, uh, good. Very good. Glad we could help." He attempted an innocent smile.
Clint snorted. "Nice save, Tin Man." He turned to Natasha. "The soccer coach reamed him out pretty good at practice. Kid looked ready to piss himself."
"Language," Steve chided. He shook his head at their antics but gave Natasha a warm smile. "His parents did seem very concerned when Bucky and I spoke to them. I believe they will take it seriously."
"And I have documentation ready as needed," Bruce added, holding up the folder.
Natasha smiled, something soft and grateful in her eyes. "Thank you. All of you. Peter is lucky to have people willing to stand up for him." She glanced around at each of them. "And so am I."
"Aww, Widow." Tony clutched a hand to the arc reactor in mock sentiment. "You're gonna make us all emotional."
"Yeah, don't go getting sappy on us now," Clint complained, though his eyes were bright.
Steve just smiled, pulling Natasha into a quick one armed hug. "Anytime. You know we'll always have your backs. Both of you."
"Damn straight." Tony clapped Peter on the shoulder. "No one messes with our spider-kid."
Peter grinned, blinking back sudden tears. "You guys are the best, really. I'll never be able to thank you enough."
"No thanks needed." Bruce tucked the folder of falsified documents away to be forgotten. "It's what we do. Whatever it takes to protect our own."
The others voiced their agreement. Soon the conversation devolved into teasing banter and playful bickering, the atmosphere warm with camaraderie.
Peter's smile never faded as he glanced around at his unconventional family. With people like this on his side, he had nothing to fear from bullies or villains. They would keep him safe, standing united against all threats.
Later, Natasha retreated to her and Peter's own floor, with her son already asleep in his room. Sitting curled on the couch, she scrolled absently through her phone when a knock came at the door.
She glanced up in surprise to see Clint entering, a bottle of vodka in hand. "Got time for a drink?" he asked, holding it up with a knowing look.
Natasha huffed a soft laugh. "I suppose I could make time." She nodded for him to sit.
Clint poured them each a healthy amount before leaning back with a satisfied sigh. For several minutes they drank in comfortable silence.
Finally Clint spoke. "How you holding up, Nat? I know getting that call from Pete couldn't have been easy." His keen gaze was understanding.
Natasha smiled wryly. Trust her best friend to read her so easily. Taking another swallow of vodka, she admitted, "Hearing that he was being bullied again brought up...uncomfortable memories. I hated feeling helpless, unable to protect my child." She shook her head sharply. "But it's handled now. Peter is safe. That's what matters."
Clint nudged her shoulder with his own. "I get it. But you're allowed to be upset too. Just because you kicked that punk's ass ten ways to Sunday doesn't mean it didn't dredge up the past."
Natasha huffed a soft laugh. "I suppose you have a point." She inclined her glass toward him. "I'm lucky to have you watching out for both me and my boy."
"Always." Clint clinked his glass to hers. "And Peter's lucky to have you fighting his battles for him. Kid picked the perfect mama bear."
Natasha's throat tightened unexpectedly at the endearment. Blinking hard, she rested her head on Clint's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered.
He simply squeezed her shoulder, a comforting, steadying presence. And for just a little while, Natasha let herself be vulnerable, drawing strength from her closest friend. Together they would face any threat to their family - and emerge stronger, bonds unbroken.
Natasha and Clint sat talking quietly, nearly finished with their drinks, when a sleepy voice interrupted them.
"Mmm...Мама?"
They glanced over to see Peter shuffling into the room, hair mussed and eyes bleary. He blinked at Clint in confusion. "Uncle Clint? What're you doing here?"
Natasha set her glass down, holding out an arm in invitation. "We were just having a little chat, мой паук. Did we wake you?"
"Kinda." Peter wasted no time curling up on the couch with his head in her lap. He yawned widely as she gently combed her fingers through his curls. "Heard voices."
Clint ruffled the boy's hair fondly. "Sorry bud. Your mom and I will keep it down. You should head back to bed."
"Mmm, no. Don' wanna." Peter nuzzled closer with another yawn, eyes already drifting shut again. "Wanna stay with you guys."
Natasha and Clint exchanged indulgent smiles over his head.
"Alright маленький паук, you can stay," Natasha murmured. Peter made a soft contented noise, one hand clinging loosely to her shirt. She smoothed it over his hair, humming softly as his breaths evened out once more.
Clint watched them with a doting look. "How is it that kid gets more adorable every time I see him?" he whispered. "He's got you wrapped around his little finger, ya know."
Natasha just smiled, gaze tender as she stroked her slumbering child's hair. "He deserves to be a little clingy and needy after the week he's had. I don't mind."
Peter shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before settling again with a sigh.
Clint shook his head fondly. "You're putty in his hands and you know it, Mama Spider." Growing serious, he added, "But you're right. After all that bullying crap, Pete's earned some extra snuggles."
"Mmhmm." Natasha carefully shifted Peter until his head rested more comfortably in her lap, though he remained sound asleep. The peaceful innocence on his face made her heart swell. No matter how big he got, he would always be her little boy.
Clint yawned then, setting his empty glass aside. "I should let you two get some rest. But thank you for the drink, Nat." He smiled softly. "Take care of our kid. And yourself."
Impulsively Natasha caught his hand, squeezing once before letting go. "Thank you, Clint. For everything."
He just winked, ruffling Peter's hair once more on his way out.
Alone again in the dim quiet, Natasha settled in to keep her sleepy watch over her child. The week had brought painful reminders of old wounds and fears. But here, listening to Peter's deep even breaths, she was anchored firmly in the present. This was what mattered - not past horrors or future uncertainties, but this peaceful moment together.
Soon she would have to rouse Peter and usher him back to bed properly. But for now, she let herself savor this quiet intimacy. Her sweet boy was safe in her arms. And together, they could face anything.
Natasha lingered on the couch with Peter's head cradled in her lap, reluctant to disturb his peaceful sleep. But she knew he would rest better in his own bed.
Gently brushing back his mussed curls, she murmured "Peter, sweetheart. It's time for you to go back to bed."
"Mmm...no...." Peter whined, burrowing closer without opening his eyes.
Natasha huffed a soft laugh. "Come on мой паук, you can't sleep out here all night."
"Can so," Peter insisted sleepily. "'S comfy."
"I'm sure it is, little spider. But you'll be more comfortable in your bed." Natasha patted his shoulder. "Up you get now."
Peter just groaned and clung tighter to her waist. Chuckling, Natasha resorted to lightly tickling his ribs.
Peter squeaked, curling away from her hand with a whimper. "Мааама, stop..."
"Alright, I'm sorry маленький." She dropped a placating kiss to his curls. "But you do need to get up now, Peter."
With much grumbling and flailing of limbs, Natasha finally managed to coax Peter to his feet. He immediately leaned into her shoulders, still not fully awake.
Wrapping an arm around him, Natasha guided the sleepy boy from the room. "That's it, let's get you tucked back in bed..."
Peter stumbled along, head lolling against her shoulder. "Carry me?" he requested plaintively.
Natasha smiled indulgently. Her little spider was getting much too big for it, but she couldn't resist. Scooping him up, she marveled again at how he seemed to instinctively curl into her, head tucking trustingly under her chin.
"Just this once, you're getting a bit too big for this мой паук," she murmured fondly.
"'M not big..." Peter mumbled into her neck. "Still your baby spider."
Natasha's heart melted. However tall he grew, part of her would always see the sweet baby boy she first held.
Nudging his door open, she carried him over to the bed and gently laid him down. Peter whined in protest, clinging to her shoulders.
"Shh малыш, I'm just tucking you in." With some effort she detached his hands, brushing a soft kiss over his forehead. "There we go, nice and cozy."
She made to draw back but Peter's arms looped around her again instantly. "Noooo stay," he pleaded, eyes finally blinking open to peer up at her blearily.
Natasha huffed a soft laugh. "Peter, I need to let you sleep."
"But I don' wanna sleep without you." Peter's lower lip jutted out in an unfairly adorable pout. "Wanna cuddle."
Damn. She never could resist that pleading look for long. And after the emotional week he'd had, she couldn't blame him for being needy. With a fond sigh, she gave in.
"Okay маленький, scoot over."
Peter eagerly made room for her to settle against the headboard. The moment she was seated he latched on once more, snuggling close with his head on her chest and legs tangled with hers.
Natasha stroked his hair gently. "Just for a little while, alright?"
"Mkay." Peter nuzzled impossibly closer, eyelids already growing heavy again. "Love you Мама."
"I love you too, little spider." Natasha dropped a kiss to his forehead, smile tender. However he grew or changed, these quiet moments together would always be precious.
They lay in silence for some time, Peter's breaths evening out as he drifted towards sleep once more. Natasha continued carding gentle fingers through his curls until she was certain he was fully under.
Carefully, she tried to detach his clinging limbs without waking him. But at the first shift of her body, Peter's arms reflexively tightened their hold.
"Mmm no, stay," he mumbled, face scrunching unhappily.
"Shh, I'm right here мой хороший." She smoothed the wrinkle from his brow until he settled. "Just sleep, malysh."
After a few more failed attempts, Natasha resigned herself to staying put for now. Peter had her well and truly pinned. She huffed a soft laugh. Her little spider's tenacious grip was impressive.
Settling back against the pillows, she let her mind wander. Today had brought painful reminders of the past. But right now, rooted firmly in the present with her child safe in her arms, the ghosts seemed very far away.
She must have dozed off herself at some point. The next thing Natasha knew, faint pre-dawn light was filtering through the blinds. Peter was still sprawled mostly on top of her, face tucked into her shoulder.
Glancing at the time, she sighed. As much as she treasured these quiet moments, they both had places to be today.
"Peter," she called softly, jostling him gently. "Time to wake up, мой паучок."
Peter whined wordlessly, burying his face further into her shirt. Natasha bit back a smile.
"I know, but we have to get up now. You'll be late for school."
This finally elicited a properly awake grumble. Peter peeled one eye open to squint up at her accusingly.
"But 'm still tired," he complained hoarsely. "And you're comfy."
"I know, little spider." Natasha dropped a placating kiss to his forehead. "But it's morning now. We both have to start our day."
Peter heaved a dramatic sigh, but reluctantly sat up, scrubbing at his eyes. His hair stuck up in wild tufts. "Fiiiine. But only 'cause you said so."
Natasha laughed. "That's very gracious of you, мой хороший." Standing, she ruffled his hair fondly. "Come now, up and at 'em. I'll make your favorite pancakes."
That earned her a slightly more enthusiastic grumble as Peter shoved back his blankets. Natasha left him to wash up and get dressed, heading to the kitchen to start on breakfast.
Soon enough Peter shuffled in, school bag in hand and curls somewhat tamed. He made a beeline for Natasha, looping both arms around her waist and slumping against her back.
"Morning little spider." She turned in his hold to hug him properly. "Feeling more awake now?"
"Mmhm." Peter stifled a yawn against her shoulder. "Mostly. Smells good."
Natasha steered him to sit at the table just as the coffee maker beeped. Pouring two mugs, she set one down in front of Peter.
He cupped it gratefully, inhaling the steam. "Thanks, Мама."
"Of course мой паучок."
They ate in comfortable silence, the cozy domesticity easing away the last of the night's shadows. Peter slowly perked up as he consumed his pancakes.
By the time he was ready to head out, he was smiling again, eyes bright and clear. After a fierce hug, Natasha stood at the door watching until he disappeared around the corner. Her brave, resilient boy. He would be just fine.
The rest of her day passed quickly enough. But she found herself missing Peter's lively chatter at dinner, the tower feeling strangely empty without him. His constant energy could be exhausting, yet its absence left an odd void.
So when Peter burst through the doors later that afternoon full of bubbly enthusiasm, Natasha felt her mood instantly lift.
"Mom, you'll never guess what happened at school today!" Peter exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as he seized her hands. "Flash came up to me after last period and apologized! Like, a really sincere apology. He said he wants to start over and maybe even be friends someday."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Peter nodded rapidly. "Yeah! I think maybe all the talks from teachers and his parents and stuff made him realize being a bully was wrong. He seemed really ashamed of how he treated me and some other kids."
He bit his lip. "I know I should stay cautious. But...everyone deserves a second chance, right? So I said I accept his apology, and we can try just being friendly for now." He looked at her hesitantly. "Was that okay?"
Natasha studied him for a moment before pulling him into a tight hug. "You have the biggest heart of anyone I know, Peter Romanoff," she murmured into his hair. "Of course it's okay to be open to forgiveness. It's one of the things I love most about you."
Drawing back, she cradled his face in her hands. "But if he hurts you again, you tell me. I will not allow it a second time."
Peter ducked his head with a bashful smile. "I know. And I will, I promise." Impulsively he threw his arms around her again. "Thank you for always protecting me, Мама."
"Always, little spider." She held him close, heart swelling. However old he grew, she would be there to shield him from harm.
Later after dinner found them curled on the couch, Peter chattering a mile a minute about everything that crossed his mind. Despite the nonstop stream of conversation, Natasha was content to just listen, running her fingers idly through his messy curls.
She hid a smile as his rambling eventually gave way to yawns, eyes blinking heavily as he leaned into her shoulder. Some things never changed, no matter how grown up he seemed at school. Here at home, he was still her little boy.
When Peter eventually nodded off mid-sentence, she let him sleep cradled against her side for a little while. But this time she scooped him up easily when it was time for bed, carrying her lanky spiderling to tuck him in without complaint.
Peter sighed softly as she smoothed back his hair and pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead. "Love you, Мама," he mumbled without opening his eyes.
Heart full to bursting, Natasha whispered back, "I love you too, forever and always, my little spider."
No matter how old he got or what challenges came, she would be there to offer him a soft place to land. A refuge where he could simply be her sweet child once more.