HEART ATTACK • natasha romanoff imagines

PANCAKES

ok so this is set in the third of the five years just for reference

you've retired from being an Avenger ( Natasha still is tho) and adopted one of the babies left orphaned after the battle in Sokovia. Together with Natasha you raise him. At this point Akim (your child) is four years old.

Your POV:

"Come on wake up, мама breakfast come on!" Akim giggled as he leapt at Natasha who was still sleeping peacefully in bed.

It was nearly mid-day and usually Natasha would have woken up much earlier on her own accord but she'd slept well last night and after a long stretch of bad dreams on her behalf, Akim and I had let her gain some extra rest.

"We made pancakes for you!" He said, excitedly. "With lots of honey."

I watched with a loving gaze as he waved his arms around.

Slowly, Natasha stirred. She opened one eye to look at the grinning four year old that was sat on her chest.

"Morning." She said sluggishly.

Akim jumped up from the bed. "Now мама! Now!"

I crossed the room to meet Natasha as she got herself out of bed, placing a sweet, quick kiss to her lips and then pulled away.

She pulled a face.

"What?" I laughed at her pouting and still sleepy emerald eyes.

She frowned deeply. "What was that?"

"What?" I repeated, lacing a hand through her's as Akim took the other in his smaller one.

"That kiss." She mumbled. "Too quick babe."

"Morning breath." I pointed out. "Now come on Akim's been begging to wake you up for ages, he made you pancakes."

We migrated to the kitchen, I lifted Akim up so he could sit on the side and he immediately grabbed the plate of food we'd prepared. The pancakes resembled a variety of strange shapes and some were slightly burnt or a little bit floppy.

Natasha didn't mind though — if she did then she didn't show it — she took one mouthful and smiled at our son.

"You like them?" He asked eagerly, leaning towards Natasha with so much energy I had to wrap an arm around his small frame to stop him toppling off the counter.

She reached forward and pinched one of Akim's rosey cheeks. "I love them!" She mumbled through mouthfuls of soggy pancake. "You should help mummy with breakfast more often baby."

Akim looked so proud of that. He clearly craved the attention of Natasha especially when she came back from a long day with Steve at the Avengers compound working. Although I knew he loved our long days together where Akim and I would partake on our own little adventures, he definitely missed Natasha and would bombard her with hugs and a showering of gifts each time she came back.

Despite the former Russian spy being one of the least touchy-feely people I knew, time with our son never was taken for granted by her.

"I can make you eggs tomorrow!" He squealed, looking at me for approval.

I raised an apprehensive eyebrow at Nat, one that said: you better get ready for raw eggs tomorrow, maybe you should get a dog? You know pull a movie-classic and slip the dog the food. Don't want you dying from eating raw eggs.

Natasha giggled at the four year old. "I'm not a fan of eggs Akim, maybe toast and jam?" She suggested.

He clapped his hands together. "Well мама thats easy, I'm going to be a chef when I'm older."

"I'm sure you will be." I said. "Now let's leave мама to finish her food in peace and go get some clothes on. We're seeing Morgan today, so you need to be a big boy."

I picked him off the side and carried him into his room. He changed into a pair of navy blue joggers and a grey Captain America crewneck found on Amazon. Akim practically worshiped Steve and wore the jumper every day.

Natasha appeared in the doorway just as Akim was pulling his socks on. She'd had a quick shower and changed into her usual work attire, a pair of black jeans and a black blouse.

"Looking good Black Widow." I teased.

She rolled her eyes, however her annoyance was sold as fake by the smirk ghosting her red lips.

"I can drop you guys off if you want?" She offered.

Before I could get in an answer, Akim was jumping off and dancing over to Natasha. He hugged onto one of her legs and looked up at her with his chocolate brown eyes.

"Please, please, please мама!" He begged.

Natasha's car was a sleek black sports car that Tony had gifted her. Akim loved it, he said it made him feel like they were all Batman. He'd cutely stressed that Natasha and I could be Batwoman if that made us feel better though.

"Yes you can but you have to promise to not get any little boy grub anywhere!" She cooed, running a hand through his dark hair and making their way outside.

I trailed behind them, locking the door behind us and smiling at the little family Natasha and I had created. It was worth swapping days with the Avengers for days with my son.