Natasha x Reader! Daughter/Son (15 Years Old)
“You’re leaving again?” You ask your mom, seeing her packing the duffel bag in her room. She only packs that one if she’s going on a mission.
“I am,” Natasha confirmed.
You sighed, blinking away the tears. This was her twentieth something mission in six weeks, and you were starting to feel the effects of her being gone so much. “For how long?”
“I don’t know, we’re playing it by ear.”
“Who’s we?”
“The Avengers,” Natasha said as she zipped up her bag.
You scoffed. Your mom looked straight at you, her green eyes piercing through yours. “What was that?”
“A scoff.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Y/N.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s disrespectful.”
“Like I give a shit!”
“Language!” Natasha scolded.
“I don’t give a shit Mom,” you growled, your eyes flaming with anger. “When was the last time you came home and watched a movie and ate popcorn with me?! When was the last time you helped me with my homework?! When was the last time you cooked me dinner?! When was the last time you asked me how school was going?! When was the last time you took me shopping for new clothes?! When was the last time you asked me about cute boys/girls?! When was the last time we had an actual conversation?! When was the last time you took care of me when I was sick?! When was the last time you gave me a kiss goodnight?! When was the last time you told me you loved me?! I can’t remember, can you?!” By the last two sentences, you were talking in a broken whisper, yet you were positively fuming.
You angrily wiped away the tears you hadn’t realized were making their way down your cheeks and stared at your mom, who was speechless, and you scoffed again. “Of course you can’t, because you’re never here. Well guess what Mom,” you spat the word out with venom. “I’m tired of being second to your work and to the Avengers, who in case you have forgotten, don’t know I exist. And to top it all off, you didn’t even remember that my birthday was last week, did you?”
Natasha was also crying at your outburst, but her eyes widened with horror at your last statement. How could she have forgotten her own child's birthday?
“No, you didn’t. Because I’m always going to be second, no matter how hard I try. So you know what Mom? I’m done fighting for your love, because it doesn’t exist anymore. Go on your fucking mission, and go pretend I don’t exist with the fucking Avengers.”
With that, you stormed out of your mom’s bedroom and the apartment. You hopped on your bike and began pedaling as fast as you could through the streets of New York. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than the apartment at the moment. You found a coffee shop tucked in a corner of one of the streets, and you hastily parked your bike in front. You wiped your eyes as best as you could with your hoodie sleeve before heading inside. The bell signalled your arrival, and you heard someone tell you to take a seat anywhere. You found a secluded corner and plopped down, still sniffling every once in a while and wiping away stray tears.
“Are you alright kid?”
You looked up at the voice and almost screamed with frustration. How perfect was it that Steve fucking Rogers was at the same place as you the day you blow up at your mom for spending more time with them than you?
“Fuck off,” you said darkly.
You noticed his eyebrows shoot to his hairline in surprise, but you could care less.
“Hi, what can I get for you?”
You shot daggers at the waitress and her cheery mood, but nonetheless answered her. “I’ll take a hot chocolate with whipped cream and a chocolate chunk cookie.”
“That will be out for you in just a minute.”
You grunted as a reply, noting Captain America was still standing in front of your table. You looked him straight in the eyes as you plugged your earbuds in and pressed play on your music. You watched as he sighed and went back to his table with none other than Sam Wilson. “Just my luck,” you grumbled to yourself when you saw both of them make their way over to you.
Rogers slid in the booth seat across from you as Wilson pulled up a chair from another table and sat at the end.
“Are you ok?” Rogers repeated.
You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the metal container holding the napkins and winced. Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, tear tracks stained your cheeks, and your hair was all messed up from the wind of your impromptu bike ride.
“Do I look ok?” you retorted while pulling out your earbuds, and Wilson had to stifle a chuckle.
“What’s your name?” Wilson asked.
“Why would I tell you?”
Before they could reply, the waitress returned with your hot chocolate and cookie.
“Put it on my tab,” Rogers said.
You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t protest. It meant you got to save money and he spent more, so it was a win-win for you, because you really weren’t in the mood to deal with any of the Avengers, considering.
“I’ll ask again. Are you ok?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like I had a big ass fight with my mom or anything,” you muttered, but Rogers heard it due to his enhanced abilities.
“What happened?” Wilson asked. He may not have super hearing like Steve, but he could still make out what you said.
You ran the scenarios in your mind. You could play along and get them to leave faster, or stall and make them stay longer. As you were debating, you took a few sips of your hot cocoa and a bite of your cookie. “I blew up at her because she spends more time with her colleagues and at work than with me.”
They both gave you sympathetic looks, and you wanted to punch them off their faces. You didn’t need nor want any sympathy from anyone, especially from Avengers with whom your mom works.
“So this wasn’t planned, and that’s why you’re here by yourself looking like that?” questioned Rogers.
You took a few more sips of hot chocolate and popped a piece of cookie into your mouth. When you swallowed, you said, “No shithead, I came here by myself, looking like this, because I wanted to.”
Wilson laughed loudly at that, not only because of your response but because of the stunned Captain’s face. “I like you,” he declared.
“Thanks.” Bird boy , you added in your head. “Though I don’t need you to like me. I like me and that’s enough.”
You took another sip of your hot chocolate as Rogers and Wilson had a silent conversation. You finished off your cookie when they finally turned to you.
“Would you like to come back to the Avengers tower with us?” Rogers asked.
“No thanks,” you declared, gulping down the rest of your hot chocolate.
They were baffled. They couldn’t fathom why someone would turn down a chance to see the tower.
“Why not?” Wilson asked.
“Because I don’t want to,” you replied.
“Is it something we did?” Rogers inquired.
You sighed. You had to come up with something, and fast. Otherwise, they weren’t going to drop the subject. “No, I’m just not in a good mood and I feel like if I go there now, I won’t be able to enjoy myself,” you lied.
“Another time then,” Wilson stated.
You gave them a fake-ass smile (they somehow believed it was a genuine one) and agreed. You told them you’d see them around, then left them in the shop as you hopped on your bike and pedaled as far away from the two Avengers as possible. It was only when you left that they realized you hadn’t told them your name or given them a way to contact you.