Little Widow (Romanogers)

I'll say anything

Natasha POV:

"Fine." Is all I can say before I go upstairs to pack mine and Lia's things. Whatever we might need for the next few days. I want her to be able to sleep for as long as possible.

After packing I yell for Tony. "TONY YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND TAKE OUR SUITCASES IF NOT I'M GOING TO WHOOP YOU"

He makes his way up. "Chill. I'll take them. But why can't you?"

"You're seriously asking me that? I have to carry my sleeping daughter from her bed and to that car, you mean I'm supposed to carry four bags as well!" I say. I actually only have one of them, I don't have much but I couldn't be too careful what I packed for Lia. So I might have went a bit overkill.

It's time, time to actually go into my daughter's room and wake her up. This is weird. It's not something I imagined me doing unless we were in danger. But oh well here I am.

I walk in and crouch down next to her bed. I gently start stroking her little face. "Amelia" I whisper making my voice as sweet as possible. It's really dark outside now and I know for a fact she's going to be scared.

She stirs a bit, than her eyes flutter open. "Mama? Is it morning..?" She takes her hand and rubs her eyes.

I flash her my softest smile. She looks confused. "Baby, you have to wake up for a bit. You can soon go to sleep again. But we have to go to a very fun place with the visitors. You know for mama's work" I try to explain to her. But she's only four, it's hard to know what she understands and not.

"I want to sleep mama" she says in a sleepy voice.

"I know baby, I know. What if mama carries you and then you can sleep on my shoulder again. Then when we get into a big plane you can sleep there too. I won't leave you tonight ok?" I say.

She just makes grabby hands for me to pick her up. So I get up and pick her up. I take a blanket and put it around us.

(Imagine this is Natasha and Amelia and it's night .. hehe it was the best picture I could find)

I don't think she fell asleep right away, she takes after me. Keeps one eye open when she's not safe in her bed.

-timeskip: to in the Quinjet. It had taken off-

I sit in one of the seats, Clint is flying. Lia is in my lap, I think she's finally sleeping because her breath has evened out. It's slow and steady.

"Hey Nat, come over here. We have to talk about tomorrow" I slowly put Lia down on the seat next to me. She didn't wake up.