Summary: Agatha realizes that her baby is in a sour mood and decides that it's cuddle time.Requested by Anon: "24 - if you could maybe make it so that mommy is comforting her sad little baby? i'd especially like it if the cuddles are centred around mommy milkies" 24. Character A and B have a quiet moment and cuddle. A/N: I'm sorry if this is too short and for being so often offline. I'm not really feeling myself lately and this is deeply affecting my productivity, but I'm trying my best to keep this book updated and seeing the good feedback that you guys give me is helping too! So thank you, everyone!
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Agatha sighed, watching you sulking on the living room rug, barely playing with your Avengers dolls. Personally, the witch had always hated these kind of toys that glorified heroes, but you liked them and to see you happy she would do anything, even buy lots of them.
But at the time, it didn't seem like making the Black Widow hit a space robot was making you feel particularly better.
The brunette knew that you were going through a difficult situation and the sour mood seemed that it was starting to rub off on the little you.
And we couldn't have that now, could we?
Approaching you, Agatha didn't even say a word before lifting you into her arms, making you squeal in surprise and whine, making grabby hands at the dolls, "mommyyy!"
"Aww, c'mon, baby, you can play later, it's cuddle time for you now!" She pecked your pouting lips, making you giggle, "after all, even avengers need to cuddle sometimes."
You hadn't even considered how much you needed your mommy's arms around you until you felt the warm feeling in your heart as usual, telling you you were safe. You guessed mommy was right. Like always. Or... almost always.
You let your eyes close and when they opened again, Agatha was already sitting on the couch with you comfortably in her arms, stroking your back, your hair, your face... basically anywhere she could reach.
Yeah, you had to admit this was better than playing with the avengers dolls. And way more soothing.
You couldn't tell how long you both stayed that way, completely silent as you let go of your frustrations to enjoy your mommy's hugs and cuddles. Perhaps too much time would have passed, because soon Agatha heard you making a little sucking noise with your mouth, a tick you got when you were thirsty.
With a slight smile and still not saying a word, Agatha unbuttoned her shirt and, with some difficulty since she didn't want to let go of you completely, unhooked her bra. You raised your eyes in a silent question and she nodded, holding your head and bringing it closer to her chest until your lips cupped her nipple. Your eyes closed again as the milk hit your taste buds and you swallowed it, sucking slowly and sighing.
Her hand started to caress your cheek and you let yourself relax completely, forgetting about anything but your mommy and her delicious milk.
Agatha knew that at any moment you would be asleep on her arms, visiting your dreamland where you would most likely protect the Earth and fight alongside the avengers bravely. And in the meantime she would take care of you from the outside, keeping her own little avenger safe and sound.
