pov- imagines

SCARY- P. PARKER+N. ROMANOFF

pairings: mother figure!natasha romanoff x widow!reader, peter parker x widow!reader
warnings: suggestiveness, threatening nat, reader who. does not care (widow reader)
about: you and peter are caught by your mother
a/n: i have had this for a year in my drafts because it was for my widow!reader series that i've been working on for too long, but i really like it sjka
a shortie but i like it

wrapped up in giggles and warm hands, your attention never wavered from the brunet in front of you, not even when your mother swung the door to your room open, glaring at the boy who had trapped you in between his arms with a vicious look in her eyes.

no, your attention never wavered, but peter's did, freezing the moment nat's scowl settled on him. he rolled off of you, avoiding crushing you with his body as he fell off your bed with a grunt.

you rolled your eyes at the effect your mom had on your boyfriend, and you turned on your stomach to stare at her, only glancing at peter, who had bounced up and was now standing at least three feet away from you awkwardly, trying to button up his shirt.

"hey, mom," you greeted, catching the accusatory squinting of her eyes. her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked back at peter, looking threatening even in her casual clothing.

you sighed, pulling up your shirt, which had ridden down in the minutes with peter, "mom, can you not look at him like that? he'll pee himself."

natasha huffed, giving you a pointed glare. "you need to train," she told peter, ignoring you.

"he trained yesterday for five hours, it's his day off," you said simply, standing, and your mother breathed out an annoyed huff of air, "i've changed my mind, it isn't."

peter barely had a thought about opening his mouth before he decided against it after reminding himself of how many ways natasha could murder him in that moment.

"o- oh, that's fine, let me just-" peter motioned towards the door, and you stopped him, "i'll train with him," you stated, looking at your mother, who immediately shook her head, stepping towards you, "oh, no you are not. you need to-" she paused, trying to think of something, "study," she decided, and you cocked your head, "i don't go to school, i'm like, a genius, according to banner."

she glared at you again, slightly proud and trying to hide it. without turning, she pointed at the door, "parker, out."

peter did as he was told, telling you that he'd talk to you later.

"y/n..."

"what?" you asked, indignant, "you just threw my boyfriend out of my room and you're mad at me?" natasha squinted at you, and you tilted your chin to the side, "what are you doing- mom, you taught me that move."

natasha groaned, pinching her nose with two fingers. "y/n, you're going to kill me one day." she walked out of your room and you sputtered, "we weren't even doing anything! i knew you were right outside!-"