𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || Marvel One-Shots

"Wake up!" (N.R) (GN)

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Oh, how beautiful were mornings in your remote household. You just adored seeing the tendrils of light seeping through the blinds of your bedroom, the melodic chirping of the rays and the cardinals, and the light snores of your wife atop you. Every time you woke up at these very moments, you would feel like you were trapped in some form of fantasy novel — and you'd be damned if you were forced to leave.

Wanting the moment to last eternally, you closed back your eyes and tightened your grip around Natasha.

Right when you were seconds away from dozing off again, the door creaked open.

"If I close my eyes and pretend I'm asleep, maybe they'll leave." you thought; However, that could not have been further from the truth.

The sets of light, scattered footsteps grew closer and closer to you, until the bed dipped towards your end and, soon, you could just feel their presence next to you.

"Hey... Psst... " called out a small, child-like voice.

You kept quiet.

"Hey." the voice grew slightly louder.

Again, you remained eerily silent.

"Wake up!" the voice finally yelled.

With an audible groan, you opened your eyes towards the "mysterious" voices; Your six-year-old daughter, Anya, and your four-year-old son, Alex.

"Good morning..." you greeted your children with grogginess still laced in your tone.

"We wanna watch a movie!" informed Anya, energetic as ever.

You looked back to your chest and fixated your sight on your sleeping beauty. It was obvious she was awake but you knew better than anyone else that after last night's... "Child creation practice", as you'd call it, she was not getting up any time soon.

"Please..." Alex begged with a pout and puppy eyes with Anya following suit closely.

"Alright, alright. Get the things ready, I'll be there in five." you accepted their pleads and they instantly got to their feet, cheered in celebration, and darted to get everything set up.

Chuckling at their innocence, you turned back to Natasha and moved a few strands of baby hair from her face, and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Good morning..." she spoke up at last.

"Hello there, sleeping beauty." you teased.

"I see you've taken movie duty this time around..." she continued, her voice teetering from being awake and passed out.

"Figured you'd prefer a good rest after last night." You quirked, a minuscular hint of seduction evident in your tone.

Natasha laughed lightly, "And with good reason. I'm absolutely sore. You let loose last night, surprised they didn't hear us."

Before your peaceful conversation could carry on, you heard Anya's voice call out for you from the living room.

"I'm coming!" you shouted (though Natasha certainly said it louder the night before ;])

With a whine, Natasha reluctantly scooted off you and let you get dressed into a comfortable attire, and before you knew it, she was fast asleep once more.

"Soft Natasha is the best Natasha, hands down," you muttered to yourself.

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