"i never thought i'd get to have something so special."
Natasha stepped out of the taxi onto the busy New York sidewalk, the sounds of the city engulfing her. Horns honking, people chattering, the rumble of the subway beneath her feet. As she began walking, she caught her reflection in a storefront window - fiery red hair, sharp green eyes, body coiled like a spring ready to strike. The Black Widow.
Except today, she was simply Natasha Romanoff, an unassuming businesswoman weaving her way through the crowds. She continued down the street, finally arriving at a tall apartment building. Punching a code into the keypad, she stepped inside and took the elevator to the top floor.
When the doors opened, she was greeted by the sight of Tony Stark's lavish penthouse suite. It still amazed her that she could come and go as she pleased here now, ever since Tony had surprisingly welcomed her into his inner circle after the fall of Sokovia. She suspected his uncharacteristic trust came from guilt over his role in the creation of Ultron, though she never pressed him on it. Either way, she had to admit it was nice to have a place to occasionally call home.
"Nat! Good, you're here," Tony called out as she entered the living room. He was tinkering with some new piece of tech, while an excitable teenage boy named Peter Parker hovered nearby, watching in awe.
Natasha smiled inwardly at the sight of Peter. He was Tony's gifted young intern who she'd grown rather fond of over the past few months. With his innocence and brilliant mind, he reminded her of a younger version of Tony, before the skepticism and cynicism of adulthood had hardened him. It made her protective instincts kick into overdrive, though she'd never admit it.
"Hey guys," she said casually, ruffling Peter's hair as she walked by. He grinned up at her.
"Perfect timing," Tony said. "I want you to give Peter some self-defense lessons while I finish up this new repulsor prototype."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? I won't go easy on him just because he's a kid."
"I can take it!" Peter insisted eagerly.
Tony shrugged. "Hey, I figure it's good experience for him to learn from the best. Just try not to break any bones."
Natasha smirked. "No promises."
Over the next hour, she ran Peter through various martial arts techniques and self-defense tactics, impressed by how quickly he picked things up. His reflexes and agility were remarkable for someone his age. There was real potential here.
Eventually Tony finished his work and wandered back over. "Wow, the kid's still in one piece. I'm impressed, Nat."
Peter beamed with pride. "Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of this! Natasha is an awesome teacher."
"Not bad, Parker," Natasha said. She hesitated a moment, then made a decision. "In fact, how about I give you some extra lessons sometime? We can really hone those skills of yours."
Peter's eyes went wide. "Seriously? That would be amazing!"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Look at you getting all mentor-y. The great Black Widow's gone soft, hasn't she?"
Natasha shot him an icy look, and he put his hands up in mock surrender. "Kidding, kidding. I think it's great."
She just shook her head in amusement. As she watched Peter excitedly discuss new moves he wanted to learn with Tony, she felt a swell of affection for the kid. She really would do whatever it took to protect him and help him reach his potential.
Little did she know how soon that protective instinct would be put to the test.
---
A few nights later, Natasha returned to the tower after a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission briefing. As she stepped out of the elevator, Friday's voice greeted her.
"Welcome back, Ms. Romanoff. Boss and Mr. Parker are currently occupied in the lab if you'd like to join them."
"Thanks, Friday," Natasha replied, making her way down the hall. She could hear Tony and Peter's voices drifting through the glass doors.
"Just a few more tweaks here and I think we've got it..." Tony was saying.
"This is so awesome!" Peter said excitedly. "I can't believe we actually made web shooters!"
Natasha froze just outside the lab entrance. Web shooters? Why would Peter need those?
She peered through the glass and her eyes widened at the sight - Peter was wearing a skin-tight red and blue suit with a spider emblem on the chest, while Tony fussed over some metal bracelets on his wrists.
Natasha's spy instincts kicked in immediately. She silently slipped into the lab, ducking behind a workbench to observe unnoticed.
"There, try 'em out," Tony said, stepping back.
Peter aimed his wrist at a target on the far wall. With a thwip, a strand of webbing shot out and hit it dead center.
"Yes! It works perfectly!" Peter cheered.
Tony ruffled his hair affectionately. "Looking good, Spidey."
Natasha's mind raced. Spidey. As in Spider-Man? The masked vigilante who've been making headlines for weeks, but whose true identity remained a mystery?
Her gaze narrowed on Peter. A teen genius intern working for Tony Stark. Enhanced strength and agility. It all added up - this seemingly ordinary boy must be the spectacular Spider-Man himself.
Natasha felt like she'd been sucker punched. Peter was just a kid! What was Stark thinking letting him dash into danger like this? Rage boiled inside her. When she got her hands on Tony...
But first, she needed to get Peter out of harm's way. She began to slip back towards the door, intent on whisking him away from this insanity. But she paused at Peter's next excited words.
"Mr. Stark, can we go on patrol tonight? I want to try out the new web shooters in the field!"
Tony hesitated, uncertainty flitting across his face. "I don't know kid, it's a school night..."
"Please?" Peter begged. "Just for a couple hours? I'll stay close to the ground, I promise."
Tony wavered another moment, then caved. "Alright fine, but curfew is at 10pm sharp, got it? And stay out of trouble."
"Yes!" Peter cheered, throwing his arms up triumphantly. The motion caused a web to accidentally shoot out, splatting Tony right in the face.
"Oh man, sorry!" Peter said, but he was laughing. Tony just shook his head in amusement, peeling the webbing off.
Natasha took that as her cue to slip away unnoticed. Her mind was reeling. As much as she wanted to shake some sense into Tony, clearly Peter was determined to go out as Spider-Man tonight with or without anyone's approval.
So if she couldn't stop him, she would just have to protect him herself.
---
Later that night, Natasha perched silently on a rooftop ledge, blending perfectly into the shadows. She was suited up in her black cat suit, eyes fixed on the brightly costumed figure swinging between buildings below her.
Peter moved through the city with amazing grace and agility, webbing himself from place to place. He really did seem like a natural, she had to admit grudgingly. It was an incredible ability if used responsibly.
Which was why she was going to make sure he didn't get himself killed on her watch.
She tracked him discreetly, intervening whenever necessary without being detected herself. At one point he confronted a group of men trying to break into an ATM. As Peter quipped at them to distract their attention, she neatly disarmed one thug and swept the legs out from under another. By the time Peter had webbed up the rest, the would-be robbers were out cold and ready for the cops.
"Huh, that was easier than I thought," she heard Peter say in confusion. "It's like they just started dropping all on their own!"
Natasha allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. She continued following him as he stopped a carjacking, rescued a cat from a tree, and helped an old lady cross a busy intersection.
Okay, maybe he really could handle himself out here, she thought grudgingly. She would never tell Tony that though. The overprotective part of her still thought Peter would be better off focusing on schoolwork and nerdy science projects instead of fighting crime.
As curfew time approached, she followed Peter to a small bodega, where he apparently lived upstairs with his Aunt May. She watched him sneak inside and up to the apartment after changing out of his Spidey suit, reassuring herself he had gotten home safe.
Natasha turned to leave, satisfied with a mission accomplished, though she knew this was far from over. She and Tony would be having a very long talk about one Spider-Boy soon. But as she fired her grappling hook to the next rooftop, she couldn't help feeling a spark of pride too. Peter really was one extraordinary kid.
---
Over the next week, Natasha wrestled with how to handle the Peter situation. Her protective instincts battled her logical side. Telling him to stop being Spider-Man would likely just drive him to rebellion and recklessness. But she hated the thought of him getting hurt, or worse. Maybe if she helped train him...
Before she could make a decision, Peter unexpectedly came to her. She had just finished a workout in the tower's gym when he appeared, uncharacteristically hesitant.
"Hey Nat, got a minute?"
"For you? Always," she said, inwardly cursing herself for going soft. "What's up?"
"So...I was wondering if you could give me some tips?" He fidgeted nervously with the strap on his backpack. "On how to, you know, get information out of bad guys? For reasons?"
Natasha suppressed a knowing smile. So the little spider wanted some interrogation advice, did he?
"Have a seat," she told him, gesturing to a bench. Peter plopped down, looking at her intently as she began explaining techniques for verbal manipulation and lie detection. His brow furrowed in concentration as she spoke. He really was a sponge, absorbing everything she taught him.
After nearly an hour, she wrapped up her impromptu lesson. "So in short, it's all about observing body language and vocal cues. Pay attention to what's unspoken and you can learn a lot."
Peter nodded thoughtfully. "This is great, thanks Nat! Um, purely hypothetical, but let's say I wanted to figure out the identity of someone who wears a mask to hide their face. How would I go about that?"
Natasha's lips quirked. "Well in that hypothetical scenario, I would start by learning what you can about their motivations and patterns of behavior. What drives them? What actions do they take repeatedly? That can help narrow down suspects. Beyond that, you may need to get creative."
"Got it. I'll keep that in mind," Peter said, looking enlightened. He hopped up and shouldered his bag. "Seriously, this is incredibly helpful. You're the best!"
Impulsively, he gave her quick hug before dashing from the gym, leaving a slightly baffled Natasha in his wake. She couldn't help but laugh under her breath. That kid really was one of a kind. And if he was going to insist on pursuing this Spider-Man business, then she would make damn sure he could outwit anyone who tried to take advantage of his youth and inexperience.
Watch out evil-doers. Natasha Romanoff was now officially on Peter Parker's side.
---
Over the next few weeks, Natasha continued covertly watching over Spider-Man on his patrols, helping whenever necessary. At the same time, she gave Peter subtle tips on combat skills and investigative techniques under the guise of "self-defense lessons."
It was on one such night, as she tailed Spider-Man through Queens, that things took an unexpected turn.
Peter was tracking a group of men who had been stealing experimental technology. He managed to catch two of them in the act behind a warehouse, swooping down from above and quickly webbing them up.
"Seriously dudes, stealing tech is so cliche," he quipped at them. "Get some new material."
Before he could question them further, the sound of screeching tires cut through the night. A black van came barreling towards them. Peter sensed it coming and leapt out of the way just in time. The van veered sharply in his direction again, trying to run him down.
Natasha instantly moved to intervene, shooting a taser disk to disable the speeding van. But to her surprise, Peter had it under control. He jumped and flipped gracefully over it, spraying webbing into the windshield as it passed beneath him. Blind, the driver lost control and the van spun out, crashing into a dumpster.
"Whoa, look out! That was a close one," Peter said, landing gracefully on his feet.
Natasha watched in admiration from her rooftop perch. The kid was really holding his own these days. She didn't even need to reveal herself to lend a hand.
Her satisfaction was short-lived though. The back doors of the van suddenly burst open. Four men leapt out wielding alien tech guns, the same weapons that had been reported stolen earlier that week. They immediately began firing at Spider-Man.
Peter yelped in surprise, forced on the defensive as he dodged continuous blasts. "Hey, no fair bringing space guns to a fist fight!" he yelled, but Natasha could hear the strain in his voice.
She quickly dropped into the alley, moving to get an angle on the gunmen, but Peter was annoyingly agile at avoiding their shots, making it hard to get a clear bead on them.
"Yo fellas, stand still!" Peter said, trying to web one of the thief's guns. But each time he got close, another barrage of fire forced him back. Natasha silently willed him to keep his distance. He didn't stand a chance going hand to hand against their firepower.
Finally Peter managed to web one thief's hand to his own gun, causing it to backfire on him. The man cried out in pain but the others kept firing relentlessly.
Natasha was reluctantly preparing to blow her cover to take them down, when Peter made a bold move. He suddenly shot two webs onto a street lamp and pulled, wrenching it from its concrete base. Before the men could react, he swung it like a bat, sweeping their legs out from under them. They collapsed in a heap as Peter quickly webbed them up.
"And it's outta the park!" he cheered. "Those should hold you guys until the cops arrive."
Natasha slipped back into the shadows, shaking her head in amazement. The kid kept growing more impressive by the day. She allowed herself a small smile of pride as she watched him swing off into the night, leaving the groaning thieves gift-wrapped for the authorities.
---
A few nights later, Natasha sat on the tower balcony overlooking the city, enjoying the crisp night air. She sipped a cup of tea, lost in thought, when a thwipping sound interrupted her reverie. She looked up to see Spider-Man land nimbly on the railing nearby.
"Hey Nat!" he greeted, then clapped a hand over his mouth through the mask, as if just remembering he was still in disguise. "I mean, uh, fancy meeting you here!" he tried again, lowering his voice comically.
Natasha just smiled and shook her head. "It's alright мой паук маленький, I know it's you."
Peter peeled off his mask, looking sheepish. "Wait, you know?"
"That you're Spider-Man? For a while now."
"Oh man," Peter groaned. "I was trying to be all stealthy about it."
Natasha laughed. "You'll have to get up pretty early to keep secrets from me."
"Does Mr. Stark know that you know?"
"Not yet. This can stay just between us for now." Natasha gestured for him to sit.
Peter hopped up onto the railing, letting his legs dangle over the edge. "So, you're not mad?" he asked uncertainly.
"That you've been sneaking around fighting crime without telling me?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. "No, strangely I'm not mad."
Peter looked relieved. "Phew. Because I was worried you and Mr. Stark would freak out and try to lock me in the tower or something."
"The thought crossed my mind," Natasha admitted. "But I can see how important this is to you. You're doing good out there Peter. I'll always have your back."
His face lit up. "That means a lot, Nat. Hey, want to see my new moves?"
Before she could reply, he sprang up and started doing elaborate flips along the balcony railing. Natasha watched in amusement as he twirled through the air, firing off webs for flourish.
"What do you think?" he asked breathlessly after landing in a perfect superhero pose. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Very impressive," Natasha said, hiding a smile. "Just don't slip and send us both plunging to our deaths."
Peter perched upside down from the railing and shot her a cheeky grin. "Aw, come on, have a little faith!"
He really was something else, she mused. Reckless and brilliant and endearing all at once. However anxious it made her, she had to let him chart his own course. Natasha knew better than anyone what it was like to have your choices taken away at a young age. She wouldn't do that to Peter.
But she could make sure he didn't have to face things alone.
---
The next night, Natasha sat in Tony's lab as he tinkered on a new Iron Man gauntlet.
"So, I think we need to talk about Peter," she said casually, getting straight to the point.
Tony didn't glance up from his work. "What about him?"
"I know he's Spider-Man."
At that, Tony's head jerked up. "What?! How did you - did he tell you?"
Natasha shrugged. "I'm a spy. I figured it out."
"Hmph. Should have known I couldn't keep secrets from you." Tony set down his tools with a sigh. "Look Nat, before you say anything, I tried to talk him out of this whole vigilante thing. I swear I did."
"But he didn't listen."
"The kid's even more stubborn than I was at his age, hard as that is to believe. Once he gets an idea in his head..."
Natasha held up a hand. "It's okay, Tony. I'm not here to judge. Just to help."
Tony looked surprised. "Seriously? So you're not going to lock him in a tower either?"
"Do I seem like the tower-locking type?" Natasha said wryly.
"Point taken." Tony ran a hand through his hair. "I just want the kid to be safe, you know? But he's determined to do this, with or without my help. Figured it was better to equip him properly."
"I know. And he is good," Natasha admitted. "Really good. He has a gift."
"Right?" Tony said proudly. "Kid's a natural. And too damn noble for his own good. Wants to use his powers to help people."
Natasha smiled softly. That sounded like Peter.
"So if we can't stop him, we help him," she said. "I can train him in combat skills. You handle the tech side. Between us, we'll make sure he's ready."
Tony regarded her with new respect. "A joint Spider-Man mentoring operation, huh? I like it." He held out a hand and Natasha shook it firmly.
"Let's go tell the kid. He's gonna love this," Tony said with a grin.
And looking at his excited face, Natasha knew she had made the right call. She would still worry relentlessly about Peter of course, but she could also nurture him and push him to reach his full potential.
Together, she and Tony would make sure their spider-kid became the very best hero he could be.
Over the following months, Natasha fell easily into the role of mentor and protector to Peter. She helped refine his combat skills, showing him how to combine flexibility, strategy and leverage to maximum effect. His technique improved rapidly under her guidance.
But their bond went deeper than just training. Natasha found herself growing fiercely attached to the boy in a way she never expected. With his good heart, brilliant mind and endearing awkwardness, Peter had managed to crawl past her usual defenses.
When he was out on patrol, she kept a close eye on him from the shadows, intervening when necessary. And if he came back to the tower with cuts and bruises, she was always there to patch him up, scolding him lightly even as gentle concern shone through.
Peter quickly came to adore his newest mentor, bonding with her in a way even he and Tony didn't quite share. Natasha just seemed to get him - all his self-doubts and idealism and longing to help. With her, he didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't.
Their movie nights became a regular tradition. Curled up on the couch, Peter would rest his head on Natasha's shoulder as they watched cheesy sci-fi flicks and laughed over snacks. And if he fell asleep there, lulled by the soothing sensation of Natasha stroking his hair, neither of them said a word about it in the morning.
On days when the pressures of school, family and Spider-Man overwhelmed him, Peter would seek Natasha out. She could always tell with one glance when he was struggling.
"Come here, мой паук маленький," she would say, drawing him into a hug. Peter relaxed against her, the anxiety and tension easing from his body. No matter what doubts or worries filled his head, Natasha's steady presence anchored him.
Tony observed their growing bond with amusement and approval. "You two are quite the pair," he remarked one day, watching Natasha fuss over a burn on Peter's arm from a misfired web shooter.
"Oh hush," Natasha said, but a tiny smile touched her lips.
Because try as she might to deny it, this teenage superhero had found a permanent place in her heart. Natasha had never dreamed she could feel so fiercely maternal, yet here she was - a deadly assassin turned devoted spider-mom.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
It was movie night again at the Avengers tower, and Peter was running uncharacteristically late. He had gotten caught up talking to MJ after academic decathlon practice, losing track of time. By the time he made it back to the city, swung up to the penthouse balcony and crept inside, the movie was already well underway.
Natasha looked up from her spot curled on the couch as Peter tiptoed into the living room.
"Hey Nat, sorry I'm late," he whispered.
"There you are," she said with an arched eyebrow. "I was starting to think I got stood up."
Peter winced. "Yeah, sorry about that. I just lost track of time."
"Uh huh. Let me guess - talking to a certain decathlon captain again?" Natasha asked knowingly.
"What? No, I just...had to stay late for...extra drills," Peter finished lamely.
Natasha just smirked. "Mmhmm. Well as long as you're here now, have a seat and dig in before I eat all the popcorn."
"Yes!" Peter pumped a fist and plopped down happily next to Natasha, grabbing a giant handful of popcorn. She casually draped an arm around his shoulders, and he snuggled against her side contentedly. This right here was his favorite place to be after a long day - cozy on the couch with his favorite person, watching cheesy movies.
Natasha ran her fingers idly through his curls as they watched the film, some action thriller about spies. Peter commented on all the inaccuracies while Natasha just laughed. They debated fight choreography and the plausibility of the "science." As usual, their back and forth banter was as entertaining as the movie itself.
After his second helping of popcorn though, Peter started to fade, eyelids growing heavy. The day's adventures had really taken it out of him. Before long he was sound asleep, head pillowed on Natasha's shoulder. She looked down at his sleeping face with a surge of affection. Her tough, deadly exterior fell away in these quiet moments, leaving only the gentle love she felt for the boy who had become like a son to her.
Careful not to wake him, Natasha shifted slowly off the couch, easing Peter down to lay softly across the cushions. She slipped a pillow under his head and draped a blanket over him. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. Natasha brushed the curls back from his forehead and placed a light kiss there.
"Sleep well, little spider," she whispered.
Straightening up, she dimmed the lights with a word to FRIDAY and headed for her own room, leaving Peter snug and content on the couch.
The next morning, Natasha returned to the living room to find Peter still fast asleep in the same spot. Late night crime fighting followed by a food coma had him down for the count apparently. She hated to disturb him, but they had training scheduled this morning.
"Peter, time to get up," she called gently, giving his shoulder a little shake. He just mumbled incoherently and burrowed deeper into the blanket. Natasha bit back a smile.
"Come on sleepy spider, let's get moving," she cajoled, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
Finally Peter cracked open one bleary eye. "Mmm five more minutes," he pleaded sleepily.
"Sorry мой паук, but you're the one who wanted to train bright and early on Saturdays, remember?"
Peter groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Ugh, what was I thinking?"
"That you wanted to show me up with your youthful energy of course," Natasha teased.
"Yeah, not feeling so youthful today," Peter yawned, but he slowly pushed himself upright, blanket pooling around his waist. His hair stuck up every which way. Natasha had to resist the urge to smooth it down for him.
"Tell you what, go get cleaned up and I'll make us some breakfast to fuel up, deal?"
"Can we have pancakes?" Peter asked, perking up a bit.
"I think that can be arranged," Natasha laughed.
"Yesss," Peter pumped his fist victoriously. Nothing like Natasha's famous triple chocolate chip pancakes to kickstart his morning.
Twenty minutes later he returned to the kitchen, freshly showered and significantly more awake. Natasha stood at the stove flipping pancakes in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers. The cozy domesticity of it made Peter smile.
He plopped down at the counter just as Natasha slid a towering stack of steaming pancakes in front of him. "There you go, kiddo. Eat up."
"Thanks, Mom!" Peter said automatically, before freezing with his fork halfway to his mouth.
Natasha went very still, her eyes widening fractionally. They both just stared at each other for a long, awkward moment.
"Uh, I mean Nat!" Peter blurted out quickly. "Thanks, Nat!" His face was bright red.
Natasha didn't respond right away. She turned back to the stove, busying herself with the pancakes though they were clearly all done. An unreadable look crossed her face.
Peter wanted to disappear into the floor. Stupid slip of the tongue! She was never going to want to hang out with him again after that.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean...I know you're not actually...it just came out accidentally," he rambled, mortified.
Natasha turned off the stove and came over to sit across from him at the counter, smoothing her expression. "Peter, it's alright," she said gently.
But he was still rushing to explain himself. "It's just, you make the best pancakes, and sometimes it kinda feels like..." he trailed off, dropping his gaze.
"Feels like what?" Natasha prompted.
Peter fidgeted nervously with his fork. "Like you're my...you know. But it was dumb to say, I know you're not really-"
"Your mom?" Natasha finished for him softly.
Peter's shoulders hunched. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Sorry."
Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she reached across the counter and put a hand over his, stilling his restless fork-fidgeting.
"Peter, look at me," she said. He reluctantly met her gaze. "You don't ever need to apologize for that, okay? It's not dumb at all."
"It's not?"
Natasha gave him a gentle smile. "Of course not. Do you know how many times I dreamed of having a family like this growing up? A place I belonged, where someone cared enough to make me pancakes just because?"
Peter hesitantly returned a small smile. "Really?"
"Really," Natasha said. "I never thought I'd get to have something so special. But then this annoyingly noble kid in a onesie came web-slinging into my life."
Peter let out an indignant laugh. "It's not a onesie!"
"Agree to disagree," Natasha said, eyes glinting with amusement. Then her expression softened. "But seriously Peter, you know how much you mean to me. You'll always have a place here."
Impulsively, Peter came around and wrapped her in a hug. "I love you, Nat," he mumbled into her shoulder.
Natasha had to blink sudden moisture from her eyes as she hugged him back. "I love you too, little spider."
She gave him one more fierce squeeze before pulling back. "Now eat your pancakes before they get cold," she said briskly, ruffling his hair.
Peter gladly dug in, appetite restored. For a few minutes they ate in comfortable silence. But Natasha could tell Peter's mind was still churning over their conversation, his brow slightly furrowed.
Finally he spoke up again hesitantly. "So, would it be okay if I called you...you know, that? Sometimes?"
He didn't quite meet her eyes as he asked, poking at his pancakes.
Natasha reached out and lifted his chin. "Peter, I would be honored for you to think of me as your mom."
His face broke into a grin. "Yeah?"
"Yes," she laughed. Then added wryly, "Just maybe not in front of the others yet. I have a reputation to maintain."
Peter mimed zipping his lips. "Got it, secret spider-mom it is."
They shared a smile filled with affection. Natasha's heart felt so full in that moment, she thought it might burst. However improbable, this wonderful kid was hers now, and she his.
"Alright, eat up mister," she said, loading more pancakes onto his plate. "Can't be late for training with your secret spider-mom now can you?"
"Yes ma'am!" Peter replied through a mouthful of chocolatey pancakes. He was practically vibrating with happiness.
Natasha just shook her head fondly as she watched him devour his breakfast. Her deadly assassin skills seemed so at odds with the overflowing love she felt for this boy. But then again, Peter had a knack for bringing out the best in people and making them believe good things were possible. With him by her side, she could be both Black Widow and so much more.
As they bantered over the rest of their meal, Natasha basked in this new feeling of family between them. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this bright ray of hope in her life, but she would do anything to protect it.
Peter met her eyes over the counter, smiling softly. "Thanks, Mom," he said sincerely, and her heart swelled once more.
Two Months Later
The Avengers were all gathered around the briefing table on one of the tower's high tech command floors. Nick Fury stood at the head of the table, hands clasped behind his back as he addressed the team.
"Alright people, here's the situation," he said gruffly. "We've received intel that a cache of Chitauri weapons from the Battle of New York has resurfaced on the black market."
The mood in the room grew serious. Alien tech in the wrong hands was bad news.
"Any leads on who's selling them?" Steve asked with a furrowed brow. Natasha noted the protective tension in his shoulders. He took any potential threats to their city very personally.
"Nothing concrete yet," Fury replied. "But we have reason to believe the operation is centered somewhere in Eastern Europe. I'm dispatching agents to investigate as we speak."
As the briefing continued, Natasha felt a weight slump against her shoulder. She glanced down to see a mop of brown curls as Peter dozed off, cheek smushed into her arm. The corner of her mouth quirked up.
The teen had been invited to sit in on the high-level meeting as part of his ongoing Avengers training. But it was also a school night, and he’d already been yawning widely when he plopped down in the seat beside her earlier. The exhaustive drone of Fury's briefing had apparently tipped him over the edge into sleep.
Natasha knew she should probably nudge him awake, but Peter just looked so peaceful. And he’d been pushing himself so hard lately between school, Spider-Man patrols, and training. So she let him be, absently running her fingers through his hair as Fury continued speaking.
Tony caught her eye from across the table and gave her a knowing look. Natasha just arched one brow as if to say "What?"
She knew Peter saw her as his confidante and mother figure these days. Their bond had only grown stronger over time, though she still kept up a cool facade around the others. But apparently she wasn't as subtle as she thought if Tony was giving her that smug smirk.
She turned her attention back to Fury, trying to refocus on potential Chitauri weapon threats. But the longer the meeting dragged on, the more she found herself glancing down at the sleeping boy cuddled against her, feeling that now familiar swell of protectiveness and affection.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Fury wrapped things up. "Alright, we'll reconvene once my agents have some actionable intel from Europa. Go get some shut-eye, people."
Everyone began rising from their seats and collecting tablets and notes. Natasha gently squeezed Peter's shoulder.
"Hey мой паук, time to get up," she said softly.
Peter just nuzzled further into her arm. "Mmm five more minutes," he mumbled sleepily.
Steve chuckled as he walked by. "Somebody's wiped out. Late night patrols catching up with you Queens?"
Peter peeled one eye open. "Huh what? Did I miss anything?"
"Only the entire briefing," Tony joked, ruffling the kid's hair as he passed. "Now come on, up and at em Underoos. Busy day tomorrow."
Peter sat up reluctantly, scrubbing a hand over his face. His curls stuck up every which way from where they'd been smushed against Natasha's shoulder. She had to resist the urge to smooth them down for him.
"Ughh, what time is it?" he groaned.
Natasha checked her watch. "Nearly midnight. I should get you home soon."
Peter just slumped forward, head thunking dramatically on the table. "Can't I just sleep here?" Came his muffled voice.
Natasha laughed and patted his back consolingly. "I know you're tired little spider, but you'll rest better in your own bed."
Peter lifted his head to peer up at her beseechingly. Natasha had to tamp down the urge to pull him into her arms right there.
"Tell you what," she said gently. "Go splash some water on your face and then we'll head out. Stop for ice cream on the way."
That seemed to perk him up a bit. "Cookie dough?" he asked hopefully, eyes lighting up.
"Whatever you want," Natasha promised with an indulgent laugh.
"Yesss, you're the best Mom!" Peter said happily, before once again freezing in dismay as he realized what he'd just let slip out.
A shocked silence descended on the room. You could've heard a pin drop. Natasha's eyes went wide in surprise before her expression quickly smoothed into neutrality. But the damage was done.
Peter's face turned beet red. "I uh, I mean Nat! You're the best, Nat!" He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him on the spot.
Tony was the first to break the stunned atmosphere. He let out a low whistle. "Wow. Okay. Not what I was expecting. But hey, congrats you two!"
He came over and clapped them both on the shoulder. "Kid's got good taste. You'll make a killer spider-mom."
Peter looked confused whether to melt into the floor or burst into flames from embarrassment. "Mr. Stark, it was just an accident, I didn't mean to-"
But Tony waved away his stammering. "No need to explain, I get it completely." He leaned in conspiratorially. "She does kind of give off that whole maternal vibe, with the hair stroking and the late night couch cuddles and all."
Now it was Natasha's turn to level Tony with a death glare. He just grinned unrepentantly.
Meanwhile, the others had gotten over their initial surprise and were chiming in with their support.
"Awww, that's adorable!" Wanda cooed, while Vision nodded sagely.
"Yeah, you two do make quite a pair," Sam chuckled. "Scary assassin mom and friendly neighborhood spider-son."
Steve walked over and gave Natasha's shoulder a supportive squeeze. "No one deserves a family more than you two. I'm happy for you guys."
Their sincere words of encouragement eased some of the mortification from Peter's face. Natasha shot them all a grateful look - even Tony - for reacting so positively. But there was still uncertainty lingering in Peter's eyes as he glanced her way.
"I should still probably get going," he mumbled, not quite meeting her gaze. "Don't want to miss out on that ice cream."
He offered her a weak, embarrassed smile before quickly making for the exit.
Natasha watched him hurry out, heart clenching. As sweet as the team's reactions had been, she knew Peter still felt awful about accidentally revealing their relationship like that in front of everyone. He was probably convinced she would pull away from him now.
Well not if she had anything to say about it.
"Go ahead and bring the car around," she tossed over her shoulder to Tony as she strode purposefully towards the door. It was time to have a very overdue talk with her spider-son.
---
Natasha stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage below the tower just in time to see Peter trying to sneak off on his own.
"Just where do you think you're going?" she called out, making him freeze guiltily.
Peter scuffed his shoe on the concrete. "I was gonna catch the subway home. Didn't want to bother you for a ride after..." he trailed off awkwardly.
Natasha crossed her arms. "After you accidentally called me Mom in front of the whole team?"
Peter winced. "Yeah, that."
Natasha sighed and walked over to him. Tipping his chin up, she looked him in the eyes. "Peter, I told you a long time ago - you never have to be embarrassed about seeing me as your mother."
"I know," he said uncertainly. "It's just - now everyone else knows too. I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that."
Natasha smoothed a hand over his hair. "It was bound to come out eventually. Honestly, I don't mind."
Peter blinked in surprise. "You don't?"
"No," she assured him. "It was about time I stopped hiding how much you mean to me. I'm proud to be your spider-mom."
A brilliant smile broke across Peter's face. "Yeah?"
"Definitely. Although I could have done without Stark's smug commentary," she added wryly.
Peter laughed, looking immensely relieved. "So - we're good?"
"We're more than good," Natasha said firmly. "Now how about that ice cream?"
"Yes please!"
They walked to Tony's waiting car together, the last of the awkwardness fading away. As they pulled out of the garage, Peter leaned his head contentedly on Natasha's shoulder once more. She dropped a quick kiss to his curls.
"Love you, little spider," she murmured.
"Love you too, Мама паук," he replied, testing out the Russian endearment.
Natasha's heart swelled with joy. Let all of SHIELD and the Avengers gossip about the deadly Black Widow's spider-son - she didn't care. The opinions that mattered most to her were sitting right here by her side.
---
True to her word, Natasha stopped at Peter's favorite ice cream shop on the way home, waiting patiently as he agonized over flavors before selecting a triple scoop cone. Shejust shook her head in amusement and ordered a small twist cone for herself.
Back in the car, AC blasting against the humid summer night, they ate their treats contentedly. Peter seemed completely at ease now, excitement returning to his voice as he told her about some new web shooter upgrades he and Tony had been working on. The easy, unguarded interaction between them warmed Natasha's soul. She didn't have to hide anymore.
After dropping Peter off with a fierce hug and admonishment to actually sleep, Natasha headed back to the tower. She was surprised to find the whole team still hanging out in the common room given the late hour. They looked up eagerly as she entered.
"There she is!" Tony announced. "The spider-mom returns. How's the kid?"
"He's fine," Natasha replied wryly, settling into an armchair. "Your concern is touching."
"So when's the adoption paperwork going through?" Sam joked. Nat just tossed a throw pillow at his head.
"You two really are great together though," Wanda said sincerely from her perch on the couch.
Steve nodded. "I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. It looks good on you, Nat."
She ducked her head to hide a pleased smile. Trust Steve to cut right to the heart of things.
"Yeah yeah, enough sentimentality," Tony cut in breezily. "Let's focus on the important stuff. Like what are we going to get him for his first official Avengers Mother's Day?"
Natasha groaned but the others were already chiming in with increasingly ridiculous ideas. She leaned back in her chair and just let their playful banter wash over her.
This found family of hers was pretty great, she had to admit. A pang of longing hit her as she imagined Sunday pancake breakfasts with Peter, maybe even pulling a few less dangerous Avengers into the tradition. She hid her smile behind her hand. Apparently she really had gone soft.
As the night wore on and everyone eventually dispersed to their rooms, Natasha felt a deep sense of contentment. Having her relationship with Peter out in the open now was liberating. The team's support had surprised her, but then again, she should have known they'd have their back.
Slipping under the covers, Natasha settled in for the night with a smile still lingering on her lips. For so many years she had believed the Red Room had stripped away her ability to be vulnerable and care so deeply. But then a 15 year old boy in a spider onesie had walked into her life and changed everything.
Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Peter's bright smile and the way her heart now filled with light whenever he called her Мама паук. She wondered idly what new mischief they would get into tomorrow as spider-mom and son. Whatever it was, she couldn't wait.
"Alright kid, let's see what moves Mama Spider's been teaching you," Tony said with a cocky grin, facing Peter on the Avengers training deck.
Two Weeks Later
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and everyone had gathered for a bit of recreational sparring. After much cajoling from Tony, Peter had finally agreed to take them all on, with Natasha's permission. She stood off to the side of the mats with her arms crossed, watching the imminent beatdown with wry amusement.
"Bring it on, old man," Peter shot back cheekily. Though inwardly, he was feeling a bit nervous about fighting Earth's Mightiest Heroes, even just for fun. But he wanted to show Natasha she'd taught him well.
"Old man? Them's fighting words," Tony said in mock affront. He popped his neck from side to side. "Alright kid, give me your best shot."
Peter bounced lightly on the balls of his feet as they circled each other, looking for an opening. When Tony aimed a casual tester punch at his shoulder, Peter used the momentum against him, smoothly redirecting the blow while hooking a leg around to sweep Tony's feet out from under him.
Tony hit the mat with a thud. "Oof! Okay, not bad," he admitted, letting Peter help him up. The others cheered and laughed.
"Lucky shot," Sam called out. "Let me have a turn!"
He stepped confidently onto the mat, wings retracted for hand to hand combat. "No holding back now," he said with a grin.
Peter just smiled back. As soon as Sam charged in, Peter dropped into a flawless Black Widow special move - using his lower center of gravity against the taller man's momentum to flip him neatly over his shoulder and onto his back.
Sam groaned from the floor. "Man, that widow training is no joke!"
Natasha smirked proudly from the sidelines. No one could match her for leverage manipulation skills.
"I believe it is my turn to test young Peter's mettle," Thor announced, stepping up next, hammer set aside. His towering frame cast a shadow over the teen.
Peter swallowed, but focused on keeping his breathing even like Natasha taught him. When Thor lunged forward, Peter slipped swiftly beneath the thunder god's grasp, leaving him swiping at empty air. Before Thor could react, Peter had hopped onto his back, legs wrapped around his thick neck. One firm squeeze had Thor tapping out in surrender.
"Incredible!" boomed Thor's cheerful voice, even as he massaged his neck. "The spiderling fights with the strength of men twice his size."
Bruce watched pensively from the sidelines. "I think I'll sit this one out guys," he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Wouldn't want to unleash the other guy."
Peter shot him a sympathetic look. He understood Bruce's caution all too well. "No problem, Dr. Banner."
"I guess it's my turn then," Steve said gamely, despite having just watched Peter take down three Avengers with seemingly little effort.
At first he went easy, not wanting to hurt the kid, but Peter was a blur of focused energy. He twisted out of every hold and evaded Steve's grasp like smoke, turning his own strength against him. Within minutes Steve found himself flat on his back, pinned by Peter's knee on his chest.
"Give up Cap?" Peter asked innocently, not even out of breath. Steve had to laugh as he tapped out.
"I yield! Your skills are sharp as ever Queens." Steve turned to Natasha with new respect as Peter helped him up. "You've trained him incredibly well."
Natasha's expression softened with pride. "He's a quick study."
"So quick you guys don't stand a chance, apparently," Sam chuckled, clapping Peter on the back. "That's four for four, Spiderling. But let's see how you do against a fellow widow trainee."
He gestured Wanda forward. Red wisps of energy swirled around her hands as she stepped onto the mat. Peter tensed warily. He knew better than to take the Scarlet Witch lightly, powers or no powers. Her skills rivaled Natasha's.
They traded a few careful blows, Peter narrowly avoiding the arcs of Wanda's magic as he struck out in return. He tried to remember his training - watch the feet, use her momentum, get inside her reach.
After a few minutes of intense back and forth, Peter saw his opening. He feinted left then dropped and swept his leg through Wanda's ankles in one smooth motion. She hit the mat hard, surprise flashing across her face. The red energy around her hands dissolved as she found herself pinned by Peter's knee, just like Steve.
"Gotcha," Peter said, slightly out of breath but grinning. He helped Wanda up as she laughed good-naturedly.
"I think you've met your match, little spider," she said. "Our widow mother has taught you well."
Peter's grin widened at Natasha being called his widow mother. He lived for her quiet looks of pride at his progress.
"Alright Pete, you ran the table!" Tony said proudly, clapping him on the back. "Five for five. Or should I say four for four, spiderling?"
The others smiled at Tony's new nickname catching on. But they were all clearly impressed by Peter's display.
"Wow kid, you've gotten really good," Sam said.
Thor nodded approvingly. "A formidable warrior in the making!"
"With skills like that, the streets will be safe in no time," Steve added warmly.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, unused to so much praise from his heroes. "Thanks guys. But really, it's all because of Nat's training." He shot her a grateful smile.
Natasha's normal inscrutable mask had slipped away, her expression soft and full of affection. "Come here мой паук," she said, hugging him tightly. Peter practically glowed at the rare display of public affection.
"I'm so proud of you," she murmured in his ear.
Peter had to blink sudden moisture from his eyes. After all this time training together, he cherished these moments of unambiguous praise from his mentor.
Natasha pulled back, subtly wiping her eye as she regained composure. "Why don't we call it a day? I believe someone mentioned celebratory milkshakes earlier?"
A cheer went up from the group at that prospect. As everyone headed eagerly for the showers and fresh clothes, Peter held Natasha back a moment.
"Thank you," he said sincerely, meeting her eyes. "For everything. I'd be nothing without you, Мама паук."
Natasha's threatening composure wavered again. She pulled him close once more, fiercely ruffling his curls. "You'd be extraordinary no matter what, little spider. But I'm honored to help you on your way."
She ushered him off to clean up, heart brimming over. However unlikely, she had found her place as this endearing boy's mentor and mother figure. Together, they were both becoming the best version of themselves.
Soon they were all piled happily into various vehicles for the drive back from the Compound back to the Tower into the city. Peter chattered excitedly to Tony and Thor from the back as Natasha watched fondly. She lived for these moments where he could just be a normal, joy-filled kid without the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
As Peter grinned back at her, she was filled with pride and hope. She couldn't wait to see him continue growing into the hero she knew he was destined to become. But for now, she was happy to simply bask in this feeling of family between them all.
Today had been a good day - both for her deadly protege in training and for the deadly assassin turned soft-hearted spider-mom. And with her makeshift Avengers family by their side, there were sure to be many more adventures ahead.
One Week Later
"You've got this, Queens!" Tony cheered enthusiastically from the sidelines.
The Avengers were all gathered to watch Peter's 52nd sparring match against Natasha. So far his record against the master assassin stood at a daunting 0 wins, 51 losses. But he kept getting back up and trying again. Today had to be the day!
"My money's on Nat, as always," Sam chuckled. "No offense, little spider."
Peter just shot him a wry grin as he stretched on the mat. "We'll see about that."
Truthfully, he didn't care if he ever actually beat Natasha. Just training with her was reward enough. But he had been giving her tougher and tougher fights lately. So maybe, just maybe, today would finally be the day.
"Alright мой паук, you ready?" Natasha asked, stepping lightly onto the mat with a knowing smirk.
Peter bounced eagerly on the balls of his feet. "Born ready!"
"That's what I like to hear."
They tapped fists respectfully and took a few paces back. Peter sank into a ready stance, muscles coiled, senses keyed up. Natasha circled him casually looking for an opening.
"Go easy on him, Nat!" Steve called out. "Remember, he's still just a kid."
Natasha's eyes gleamed dangerously. "Oh I'll take it easy on him, old man. Don't you worry."
Peter had to suppress a grin. Natasha didn't do anything halfway - especially where training him was concerned.
Finally she darted in with a testing jab. Peter deflected it and spun away. They traded a few more cautious blows, getting a feel for each other's rhythm and reflexes. Peter focused on controlling his breathing, just like Natasha taught him. He knew if he let himself get overwhelmed by her speed and skill, it would be over quickly. Patience was key.
Natasha started pressing her attack more aggressively. She clipped Peter's shoulder as he dodged away. He responded with a sweep at her legs that she nimbly jumped over.
"Ooo, nice try kid!" Tony cheered as the others winced sympathetically.
But Peter didn't let the failed move break his focus. He struck back before Natasha could fully recover her balance, using his lower center of gravity to tackle her legs and bring them both to the mat. She rolled away swiftly before he could pin her.
"Alright, not bad Parker," she said, approval glinting in her eyes. They circled each other once more.
"You've almost got her!" Wanda called out.
Steve nodded. "She's definitely on the defensive. Keep it up, Queens!"
Peter shot them a quick grin. Hearing the team's encouragement filled him with confidence. He turned to meet Natasha's next series of strikes head on.
Soon they were trading blows in earnest, a graceful but intense dance across the mats. Peter held his own, using all his enhanced speed and reflexes to match Natasha. But she still found ways to slip past his guard, landing painful jabs to his ribs that were sure to bruise. He gritted his teeth and kept going.
"Come on, Spiderling! She's tiring!" Thor boomed.
It was true - Natasha's breaths were coming slightly harder now. Peter saw a brief opening and went for it, feinting low then striking at her shoulder. But she twisted away, as slippery as ever.
"Stay focused, Queens!" came Steve's voice. "Watch those feet!"
Peter stepped up his attack, using every trick Natasha had taught him. He tapped into that deep well of determination that being Spider-Man required. He could do this. He could win.
Natasha seemed to sense the shift in him. A fierce grin spread across her face even as she panted slightly. "Alright мой паук. Show me what you've got."
With a yell, Peter launched himself at her, uncoiling all his speed and strength. He got inside her guard and grabbed her wrist, using her own momentum to flip her smoothly over his shoulder. But at the last second she wrapped her legs around his neck, dragging him down with her. They grappled furiously on the mat.
"Get her!" Sam cheered.
"You can do it, kid!" Tony chimed in anxiously.
Both Peter and Natasha were breathing hard now. He was pretty sure they'd each have a colorful array of new bruises tomorrow. They broke apart and backed away warily, looking for any weakness. Peter's senses were on high alert. He saw Natasha's eyes dart fractionally to the left before she moved.
Trusting his instincts, he struck right instead of meeting her blow for blow. She tried to pivot but he was too quick, kicking her legs out and pinning her arm behind her back as they hit the mat. She struggled fiercely but Peter held firm, using every bit of strength.
The Avengers watched tensely, not daring to breathe.
Finally Natasha tapped out with her free hand. Peter instantly let her go, rolling away and popping back to his feet. His chest heaved but triumph shone through the exhaustion on his face.
For a moment you could hear a pin drop on the sidelines. Then...
"HE DID IT!" Tony yelled ecstatically.
The rest of the team burst into raucous cheers and applause. Peter beamed brighter than the sun.
"You beat her! I can't believe it!" Sam exclaimed gleefully, tackling Peter in an enthusiastic hug.
Thor laughed his thundering laugh. "The spiderling emerges victorious at last! A truly mighty accomplishment!"
Steve mussed Peter's hair affectionately. "I'm so proud of you, son. That was really something special."
As they congratulated him enthusiastically, Peter's gaze found Natasha. She sat on the mats, watching him closely. He couldn't quite read her expression. Was she disappointed? Proud? Upset? He waited nervously for her reaction.
Finally she rose and came over to him. Peter held his breath. The others quieted down, letting them have their moment.
Natasha gazed at Peter steadily for a few more seconds. Then she suddenly broke into a huge smile unlike any he'd ever seen from her - utterly open and filled with joyful pride. Before he knew it, she had swept him up into a fierce embrace.
"You did it," she whispered, so only he could hear. "I've never been prouder."
Peter hugged her back just as tightly, overwhelmed with emotions. Hearing those words from Natasha meant everything to him.
When she finally released him, they turned to see the Avengers watching them fondly. Tony pretended to wipe away a tear. "They grow up so fast."
Everyone chuckled. But Peter hardly noticed their teasing. He couldn't take his eyes off Natasha's proudly beaming face.
"Who's up for celebratory shawarma?" Tony called out, as the group made their way towards the showers. "Dinner's on me tonight!"
There was a chorus of enthusiastic agreement. As everyone chatted excitedly about Peter's victory on the way out, he held Natasha back for a moment.
"Thank you," he said sincerely, looking up at her. "For everything. I couldn't have done this without you, Mom."
Natasha's eyes shone, but she just ruffled his hair affectionately. "Yes you could have, мой паук. But I'm honored to be a part of the journey."
Peter smiled, feeling like his heart could burst. Ever since fate had brought them together, Natasha had given him the greatest gift - her belief in him. With her by his side as his mentor and spider-mom, he knew he could achieve anything.
"Now come on," Natasha said briskly, steering him towards the doors. "We've got a celebration to get to!"
As they joined the laughing, joking team piling into cars to head for dinner, Peter basked in the glow of this feeling. For so long after his parents and Uncle Ben had gone, he thought he was alone. But now he had a family again.
Natasha glanced over at him as they drove and gave his hand a squeeze. In her eyes, he saw the same love and pride he always found in Aunt May's. However unlikely their bond, they had become mother and son in all the ways that mattered.
And Peter knew then that no matter what challenges life threw at him, he would always have his family - both at home with May, and here with the Avengers - to lift him up. He had never felt more ready to take on the world.