Marvel Imagines

Coming Out ~ Mama Natasha

(I've written this before however since this book is a re-written version I'll say it again! Hey, this part I a request from Kyro-DinoNugget . I do hope you respect this, I understand the troubles of coming out as any part of our amazing community. I will always support you no matter what, •even if you commit murder, shh, don't tell anyone I said that• If you ever want to talk my discord is on my profile and will be at the end of this story aswell! You go bitches, bros, non-binary Hoes, and all you people who exist! I do wanna say that for this story it is copied and pasted from my other book as I do like it.)

• Trans Male Y/n •

Y/ns POV:

You walk down the stairs to find Natasha. You put your baggy hood up to hide your red puffy face from crying moments before, sleeves up messing with the braclet round your wrist, you wore it to feel slightly noticed or seen. You're transgender, female to male. The classic Blue, Pink and White colours. Everyone thinks they are colours you like. "Hey hun, you okay?" She says to you. "Yeah Nat, I'm okay." You say to her hoping no other questions will be asked. "Okay lovely." Her reply sounded sad. You wish you had the guts to tell her you were a boy. You quickly run off out of the room. You growl to yourself, "why don't you tell her for god sake! She's like a mother to you y/n." Yeah you refer to yourself as your preferred name.

Natasha's POV: (She is gonna use they/them pronouns)

I wish y/n would talk to me. I start to get up before I realised y/n was messing with the braclet again. What if? I ran up the stairs to y/ns bedroom, went past the slight mess right to the bathroom to look through the doors and cupboards. Oh thank god they aren't doing anything to themselves. Bash. What was that? I look down and see.. a book? Is that a diary? I pick it up and noticed some the same colours as the braclet coloured onto the page but in a flag formation. I read, 'How do I tell Nat im' I stop. "Transgender?" I hear running up the stairs and then a shout, "Hey what are you doing with that!"

Y/ns POV:

Shit. She found it. She's gonna think I'm a freak! "Y/n, do you mind helping me understand?" She asks you. You look at her confused. She isn't mad. "You don't think I'm a freak?" You ask her. She puts your diary down by the sink and takes your hands in hers. You tear up. "Nat, I'm transgender. I'm a boy. Not a girl." Tears rolls down your face and she wipes them from your still puffy face. She still hasn't replied. "Nat..?" You say hoping she won't yell or tell the others. She smiles at you. "What's your name?" She asks you. A weird sensation forms in your stomach. What is that? "My name?" You question. She nods. You smile and happily say, "y/n." She nods, "Okay then y/n. Let's go to the mall!" She says it so eagerly. You nod.

By the time you have gotten to the mall you have figured out what haircut you want and clothes you would like. She really is like a mom. She would be a great one. You're an orphan so you don't really have anyone there. Clint took you in with his wife but you never felt close to them like you do Natasha. You both make your way to the barbers and you sit in the chair. "Excited Mr?" She says. Your face gleamed with joy hearing that. You nod and stare at the mirror watching as the clippers take away the long hair turning it into your dream hairstyle. He finishes and Natasha throw him the money and drags you from the chair to a closest clothing shop. "Hey I could have paid." You say as she holds your face in her hands. "It's your day y/n. I'll pay for everything." She says to you.

You walk into the clothes shop and ask your spending limit, and again she says get what you want. You keep insisting to pay for something but she always gets it. You roam around the store with a basket full of shorts, shirts, boxers and everything a lad would need. You were so happy you forgot why you were even upset hours before. "I think I've picked the whole store." You say struggling to hold the basket. She chuckles and takes it to the checkout, "go find some deodorants and sprays you like." She is so supportive. So much more than you ever thought. You waddle off to the sprays and pick three. She finally let you pay for the sprays but that it. After what feels like days, you get home and get twenty or so back out the trunk of Natasha's car and make your way to your room. You drop the bags on the floor and look up to your bed.

"A box?" It wasn't there before. You go over to it and open it. You open it to see what was in it. You scream. "HOLY SHIT!" "You found it I see?" Natasha says from behind you. You jump around and hug her really tight to the point she went a pale shade of purple. "Thank you so much." You say

Eventually, the events of the day set in, and you break down into tears. You repeatedly thank Natasha. She tells you "it's okay" and "I would have done it for you no matter what." She holds you. "Thank you so much mom" you cuddle up to her and then realise what you say, "I am so sorry!" She tears up. She smiles and strokes your freshly cut hair. "It's okay," she kisses your head, "it's okay son."

One year later, she adopts you. You're the happiest kid on earth. You and your mom.

(As I said quite long. Like I said in the beginning I'll put my discord on here it's ●Roo~Roo●#9044 , hope you enjoyed)