Natasha Romanoff One Shots

Once you left Rogers and Wilson in the coffee shop, you headed towards Central Park. Biking through the park always helped to calm you down. It was one of the ways you were able to decompress. You pedaled through for about five minutes when you found a nice spot of shade under a tree. You set your bike down and sat down, leaning your back against the tree with one of your legs bent up as the other laid on the grass. The bark was prickling your skin through the fabric of your hoodie, but you didn’t mind the sensation. It kept you somewhat grounded. You plugged your earbuds in once more and let the music fully relax you. You took a few deep breaths with your eyes closed, then opened them and took in who was surrounding you. A group of cyclists, a couple walking their dog, friends sitting at one of the benches and talking with the occasional laugh, and a family having a picnic.

Your eyes refused to leave the family. The dad was holding the youngest boy and girl, laughing at whatever story they were telling them while simultaneously trying to feed them broccoli. The mom had an arm wrapped around the older girl and boy as they were having a much more private and serious conversation. You saw the mom bring them in for a hug and they clutched her tightly, as if thanking her for loving them.

You tried to remember the last time your mom hugged you, but your mind was coming up empty. You blinked back the tears and watched as they began a game of tag, the mom sitting with their things and laughing at the dad and the children. You felt something nudge your foot, and you looked down to see a puppy, a y/f/d/b. You paused your music and pulled out your earbuds, staring the little dude straight in the eyes. It didn’t seem to have a collar or tags, and you bit your lip, a silent “aww” leaving your lips as he plopped down and began chewing and tugging at your shoelace.

You reached forward and easily scooped the little guy up, cooing at him as you scratched him between the ears. He picked his head up and began licking your face. You laughed while gently pushing him away, your mood most definitely improved. “I wonder if you have an owner,” you murmured as you continued to stroke his soft fur.

He tilted his head at you as if asking What are you talking about? before letting out a yawn and curling up in your lap, easily falling asleep. You took the chance to look around to see if someone was looking for him. You didn’t see anyone running around or hear someone shouting any names, so you assumed he was a stray. You bit your lip, contemplating what to do. You couldn’t leave him here, but you couldn’t imagine leaving him at a shelter either. You looked down at the little guy, and you groaned. You couldn’t believe you were considering keeping him, but it wasn’t like your mom was ever home, so you doubted she would notice. Speaking of your mom, you noticed you had 14 missed calls from her and over 30 texts, but you could care less. After all, it’s not like she did.

Natasha

Natasha was worried out of her mind. She had no clue where you were and you weren’t picking up. She had froze after your outburst, and by the time she regained her senses to chase after you, you were long gone. She didn’t know what to do. She knew she could track your phone, but that would make you even more pissed at her. Natasha ran a frustrated hand through her hair, cursing herself for getting into this situation. There was a reason she had been going on so many missions with the Avengers, one she was going to tell you after this one. She wanted to get as many missions done and out of the way as possible before she retired.

Before she had you, she never would have considered retirement until she couldn’t walk without help. But when she had you, her priorities had changed, and quite rapidly. (It’s a fic, let’s just say the Red Room messed up her procedure somehow and because of it she was able to have kids). Suddenly, she had this little person who depended on her for everything and loved her unconditionally. She had never experienced something as wonderful or as precious, and she vowed that day that she would do whatever it took to protect you. As you got older, she knew you understood more and more how dangerous her job was and that one day, she might not come back. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing you because of her old enemies or you losing her and being all alone. That’s why she kept you a secret, but as you became more and more distant she realized how wrong that was.

The Avengers were people just as capable of protecting you as she was, and she knew that they knew she would kill them if they ever let anything happen to you. After her retirement she was going to introduce you to them. She was obviously still going to help them in whatever ways she could, but she wasn’t going to be a part of the action or in the field anymore. But then you had exploded at her, and as much as your words stung, they were true. And that, that hurt Natasha deeper and harder than any physical wound ever could. She forgot your birthday, the day the most important thing to her was brought into this world. She would never forgive herself. But if you could forgive her, give her a chance to explain, maybe she could. You were the child of Natasha Romanoff, and she was determined to show you that you were wrong. She loved you more than anything, even if she didn’t show it in the best of ways.

“Nat? Where are you? We’re getting ready to leave now,” Steve said when Natasha picked his call up.

“I’m not coming.”

She heard guffaws of astonishment and confusion and realized Steve must have put her on speaker.

“What do you mean?” Wanda asked.

“I’ve got something more important to do,” she said as she left the apartment and began making her way to Central Park, which was where the tracking app she had installed said you were.

“What could be more important than taking down a HYDRA base?” Sam asked.

“My kid,” she said before hanging up, hearing Tony’s astonished shout of “Nat has a kid?!” before she did so.

You

You must’ve fallen asleep with the little guy, because you woke up to someone shaking your shoulders. You sleepily blinked your eyes, though they quickly opened when you saw your mom kneeling in front of you. “What do you want?” You grumbled, pulling your new puppy to your chest.

“I want to talk,” your mom said softly.

“Why? We’ve already established you don’t care,” you said, looking away from your mom.

You heard rather than saw your mom’s upset sigh.

“Sweetheart, please.”

You reluctantly looked at her when she used that nickname. She gave you a watery smile and brought you in for a hug, being careful not to smush your puppy. You stiffened for a moment before relaxing into your mom’s embrace. Silent tears were falling down your face as you buried your head into the crook of her neck. Her scent, vanilla with a hint of roses, made you feel safe, loved, and comforted, something you haven’t felt for weeks.

“I love you Y/N, so much. You’re my everything,” she whispered to you.

“I love you too,” you croaked out.

She pulled away and gave you a blinding smile, wiping away your tears. “моя любовь.” (my love)

“Yeah Mom?” you asked, still sniffling.

“Can I explain?”

You nodded. She moved so she was sitting next to you and pulled you in. You were leaning your head against her chest as she began running a hand through your hair and explaining.

“Y/N, the reason I’ve been on so many missions lately is because I’m getting ready to retire, from the field at least.”

Your head shot up at that as you looked at her in confusion. “You? Retire? Why?”

She chuckled at your reaction. “Because I love you, and I don’t want you to be alone if something happens to me.”

“I wouldn’t be alone if you’d introduce me to the Avengers,” you mumbled.

“That’s another thing. After this mission, I was going to introduce you to them. But then your outburst happened, and I didn’t get to go with them.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“моя любовь, you have no reason to apologize. Everything you said was true and I deserved it.”

You were about to protest but your mom held a hand up. “I deserved it. You were right, I haven’t been spending much time with you and I’m so sorry I made you think I didn’t love you. But Y/N, that is so far from the truth. You’re my whole world, I love you so much sometimes I think I’m going to burst. I’m so sorry I missed your birthday, and I know it will take time for you to trust me again. Just know I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Your eyes welled up again and you put your puppy down before throwing your arms around her neck. She reciprocated the hug and pulled you even closer, closing her eyes as she relished the moment. She hadn’t realized how much she missed having you in her arms until you weren’t.

“I forgive you Mom,” you whispered.

She choked on a sob at that and pulled you even closer, if that was possible. You smiled at her when you pulled away as she brushed a stray lock of hair out of your eyes.

“Now, are you going to introduce me to this guy?”

You smiled as you picked the puppy up. He was simply laying in the grass but began wagging his tail and squirming with excitement as you picked him up. “This is y/p/n.”

“Well hello there y/p/n. It’s nice to meet you,” your mother cooed, and you giggled. You had never heard her speak in a baby voice and it was adorable.

Natasha smiled softly at you when you laughed at her. It warmed her heart, knowing she was the reason you were happy. She had missed this. She had missed you, and she promised she would never neglect you like that again.

“Can we keep him Mom? Please?” You jutted your lip out at her in a pout with pleading eyes, picking y/p/n up and making him look at her too.

“Of course we can,” she said, laughing when you squealed and started babbling to him in a baby voice, saying you were gonna take such good care of him and that he was the most adorable puppy in the world and that he was a good boy and that you loved him.

Bonus:

You took a deep breath, and your mom gave you an amused look. “There’s nothing to be worried about sweetheart. They’re going to love you, just like I do.”

“Thanks Mom,” you replied, but you weren’t nervous. Rather, you were interested, specifically to see how Sam and Steve were going to react when they saw you.

“Mr. Stark, Natasha and her guest have arrived,” FRIDAY said, signalling your arrival.

“Thank you FRIDAY,” Steve said.

You guys arrived in the main living area of the compound. Your mom placed an arm around your shoulders. “Everyone, this is Y/N Romanoff. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”

You smiled and laughed, amused at the way he introduced himself. Everyone else waved or shook your hand while just saying their names. Steve and Sam were the last two.

“So this is the mom you got into a ‘big ass fight with?’” Sam asked with a large grin.

Your mom raised an eyebrow and looked at you while you ducked your head in embarrassment. You could feel your face heating up because of it.

“I can see now why you told me to ‘fuck off,’” Steve added, also grinning.

Your mom’s eyebrow rose even higher. “You know them?”

“They approached me at a coffee shop!” You defended.

“After you came storming in all angry and upset,” Sam said. “And it makes sense now why you turned down our offer to see the tower.”

“You told Steve to fuck off?” she asked, ignoring everything else that was just said.

You nodded your head sheepishly and your mom laughed. “You know, Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what Romanoff?” he replied.

Your mom did that half smirk thing at him, and you laughed again. You all sat down to eat and they got to know you and you got to know them. Your mom was smiling at you whenever she got the chance, and you’d smile back. Natasha didn’t know how she got so lucky, first with the Avengers then with you, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. And she promised she wouldn't screw it up, for either of you.