[REWRITING] Miracle - Natasha Romanoff x Daughter Reader

Chapter 13

• Two months later •

After Natasha had been discharged three days after she woke up, you couldn't be happier.

You became more clingy to her and not to list out the help you offered to tend your mother's needs.

But of course it came along with the assists from the team, especially, Clint, Steve and Wanda.

"Does that hurt, mama?"

Natasha chuckled softly at your concern.

"No, honey. See, uncle Clint does it gently." She said as Clint was dabbing the gauze with clean water around the stitched wounds around her stomach.

You watched Clint intently while holding the tray which contained the dressing suplies beside him. As he was done, he put all the things back on the tray.

"Alright little Widow, all done. I might need your assist again tomorrow." He winked at you and you grinned proudly.

While Clint helped her with her wounds, Steve would be helping with physical therapy alongside Bruce and Tony while you being the moral support Natasha needed the most.

But of course she would heal fast because of her training in the Red Room. But you being the sassy kid and the weakness of your mother, she would just give in.

"No mama! Let me carry those. You just sit there on the couch and look pretty." You said with seriousness in your tone as you saw Natasha came with a laundry basket.

"But it's heavy, baby." She said while holding a laughter seeing you in your serious mode as your both hands on your waist.

"Yeah, that's the point. You are still healing, mommy."

And there was it again when she melted when you said the word mommy. That was obviously her most biggest weakness ever as you rarely called her that as you were growing up.

As for Wanda, she would always be the person in charge for your mother's meals. Because she was the best cooker, duh! And there's you being her sidekick in the kitchen.

"Mama! Mama! Wake up! Wake up!"

She groaned slightly as you didn't stop shaking her up.

"What is it, baby?" She asked with her raspy morning voice when she opened her eyes and saw you with a grin.

"I made you pancakes! With auntie Wanda of course. Come on mama, here, let me feed you."

She sat up while you grabbed the plate of pancakes that already been sliced into small pieces by Wanda.

You held on a slice of pancake onto a fork and brought it to your mother's mouth as she ate it from the fork.

She moaned at the taste making you grinned even wider.

"Is it good?"

Natasha smiled as she swallowed before she caressed your cheek.

"It's amazing, detka (baby). I bet you can be a chef when you grow up. Thank you sweetie."

Natasha had also convinced you that she was fine as your aunt and uncles were always with her when she wanted you to go to school again.

Not that you didn't trust your family, but the actual reason was you didn't want to leave her side.

You were grateful that you inherited the perfect genes from your mother as you became a fast learner and you could absorb all the information that you missed during Natasha's coma within a week.

The teachers were surely nice enough to help you to catch up with all the subjects.

You didn't know what your uncle Happy had said to the school principal about your absence, but you were sure it would be involving Tony as Ms. Adams never said anything to you when you came to school again.