Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)

Nat x Y/n

She finally was coming home tonight and it was all you could think about from the moment you woke up. You couldn't wait. Natasha had been on mission for nearly three months. You missed her like crazy. Your kids did too. Every day there was a chorus of 

"When's Mama coming home? When will Mama be back?" from your two little ones, Gabriel, the oldest at six years and his little sister Aurora, who'd just turned four. Today though, the kids hadn't said a thing about their mama and you weren't about to rile them up. That's why, when the phone rang, Rory answered without checking to see if it was all right. 

"I don't know anyone called y/n. Maybe my mommy does!" She handed you the phone and skipped off, leaving you to hold in your laughter and shoot Gabe a smile. 

"I'm calling for Ms. Y/n Romanoff." 

"Mrs." you corrected, not missing a beat, "this is she." 

"I apologize." The deep voiced man on the other side of the line cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Your um, Agent Romanoff has been delayed. She tasked me with informing you that she will be back about eight hours later than expected because, and I quote, 'Clint is a giant man baby and he broke the hyper speed'."  You laughed a bit, even though you felt that familiar lump in your throat. 

"O-okay. Thank you." You felt a tug on your arm and looked down. Gabe was looking up at you with worried green eyes. You reached down and fluffed his dark hair. You took a deep breath, then ended the call. 

"Mommy?" He asked, too perceptive. 

"It's nothing, buddy." You plastered on a smile, "Uncle Clint made Mama mad again is all." The little boy giggled. You booped his nose then sent him off to get ready for school and went to find your run away toddler and get her into some clothes for preschool. 

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The lasted what seemed like forever. Luckily, Natasha was supposed to be home around dinner time, so you had something to look forward too. After getting Rory from preschool, the two of you headed to the supermarket. Rory loved the grocery store, she spent the entire time looking around in awe of all the different things while you spent, well, lets just say more than you should have, on ingredients for dinner. 

When you got home, you put the groceries away and put Rory down for a nap, then started cooking. Three hours of cooking, until a phone call that put a stop to it all. 

"Hey babe," Nats voice rang out through the receiver, filling you with joy. 

"Hey Tasha. How'd the mission go?"

"Fine. I'm just calling to let you know I wont make it home tonight." 

"Oh." 

"Are you mad?" You could hear the concern in her voice. You shook your head, then realized she couldn't see you. 

"No, not mad. I just...we miss you is all." 

"I'll be there tomorrow by dinner. I promise." 

"Okay." 

"Listen y/n, I have to go. I'm sorry. I love you." 

"I love you too." 

You put the phone back on the receiver just as Gabe's bus got back. Rory ran to greet him at the door, as she always did and he hugged her happily, before dropping his bag in the entry and trotting into the kitchen and hopping up onto a chair. 

"Hi Mommy!" 

"Hi baby, how was school?" 

"So fun..." you weren't really listening to him, instead you were focusing on not crying. Suddenly Gabe stopped talking. 

"Mommy, what's wrong?" The question startled you, you had thought you were keeping it together better. You plastered on a smile, 

"Nothing. Everything's fine." His little face was still twisted with concern, 

"Then why are you crying?" You wiped the space under your eyes. You started to give him an excuse but you saw the disbelief in his green eyes. 

"I- Your mama called. I uh, I just miss her is all." 

He nodding knowingly and got off his chair. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach. 

"It's okay, Mommy. Mama'll be home soon." 

"I know buddy," you rubbed his back, "I know." 

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The overly extravagant dinner shared between you and the kids ended up with many 'yucky' s and microwaved mac and cheese. The night progressed as any other Natasha-less night. You read a story, tucked Rory in about 40 times before she actually went to sleep, tucked Gabe in, and read Harry Potter until he fell asleep. 

You were putting the fancy food in the fridge, when a sudden noise nearly made you jump out of your skin. You instinctually grabbed the gun tucked under the counter. While you were as good as your wife, you weren't too shabby with a handgun. You stared towards the entry. 

You were met immidently with a fiery redhead cursing out a backpack in Russian. You relaxed, letting your gun hand rest at your side. 

"Tasha. You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow." She smirked at you, 

"Would you like me to leave?" You set the gun down carelessly and wrapped your arms around her neck. 

"Don't you dare."