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* ˚ ✦ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

* ˚ ✦ natasha doesn't call y/n by any sweet nicknames. just y/n. so what happens when she finally does?

there will be rain - million eyes
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warning none
age 16

!ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS IS MY OWN STORY!

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Natasha never called you by any sweet little nicknames. Not because she didn't love you, she loved you more than anything in the world. It just wasn't her thing. You were Yelena's little bean, and Wanda called you darling sometimes and Clint used to call you peanut when you were younger, but Natasha never took to them. You were her Y/N. Y/N was a beautiful name, that's why she chose it in the first place.

You never thought much of it, you knew she loved you and her love wasn't so fragile that a little nickname was all that supports and proves it.

One morning, you entered the kitchen as you did every other mornings, and you found your mother making breakfast like every other mornings. You took place at the table, and as you were still a little tired you crossed your arms on the table, rested your head and closed your eyes. You were on the brink of falling back asleep.

"What do you want for breakfast, Y/N?" Natasha asked "Y/N?" She asked again when you didn't give her an answer. She turned around to see you sleeping at the kitchen table. She chuckled to herself before making her way towards you. She kneeled in front of you and pushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face. She noticed you looked a little pale, so she placed the back of her hand on your forehead, which was kinda hot in temperature. You stir at the sudden contact of her cold hand against your forehead. You fluttered your eyes open to meet Natasha's green ones. When she noticed you, she gave you a sad smile and a kiss on your forehead.

"You look pale, and I think you have a bit of a fever, do you want to go back to bed? Sleep a little longer?" she inquired, and you nodded. She helped you stand up, and you clutched onto her for support. She led you to your room and helped you lay down before slightly tucking you in.

"Do you need anything sweetheart?" Natasha asked before leaving the room. She was standing by the door and waited for your reply. You just looked at her, no emotions showing. What did she just call you?!

"Sweetheart?" She tried again. Was she talking to you? Like actually talking to you? She never called you sweetheart? She never called you anything that wasn't your name! Natasha, worried, made her away back to your bed and your eyes followed her every movement. She sat down next to you and placed her hand on your cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

"You're starting to scare me Y/N." She confessed as you continued to stare at her, emotionless but snapped back to reality once you heard your name being called.

"I- You-No I don't need anything, thank you, I'm alright. But are you-are you feeling okay?" You answered and asked, confused and stuttering a little.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?! You're the one that's sick, silly." She chuckled as you kept your confused look on your face.

"I know it's just... You called me sweetheart. Twice, actually. You never call me by anything that isn't Y/N." You explained and watch her face slightly fall, which saddened you a little. You didn't mean to upset her.

"Oh! I guess it just slipped out. But do you not like it? Because if you don't, I won't-"

"No! No, no, no, no, no. It's fine. I liked it." You cut her off shaking your head a little. You grabbed her hands in yours and had the biggest smile on your face. It did feel nice to have her call you that.

"Good. Now I want you to rest. I'll be back with some medication, and I don't want to see you out of bed when I come back. Just rest. I got you sweetheart." You just smiled at her. She kissed your cheek one last time before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Sweetheart...

You could get used to that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
what do your parents call you? mine literally call me by my government name all the time, nothing else 🧍