Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

FIRST PERIOD

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : TWELVE YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : You got your first period.
EXTRA : For the sake of the story, Natasha didn't get a hysterectomy in the red room so she still gets her period.

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Y/N'S POV
"Baby, wake up, your training starts in 20 minutes. I'll be downstairs waiting for you, alright?" My mom said as she woke me up gently.

"Mhm. I'll be there." I groaned, stretching my arms.

As I started to stir awake, I suddenly felt something wet between my legs. No. There's no way I peed myself, right? I looked down and raised the bedsheets so I could take a proper look, then saw a huge blood stain on my shorts that bled through and stained my sheets as well.

"Mom! Mom! I'm dying!" I panicked, calling out for her.

"What?! Honey what's going on?" She yelled, hyperventilating as she sprinted through the door.

"Mom, look." I cried, pointing to the stain on my bed.

"Y/N, you're not dying." She sighed, slightly chuckling as she helped me up.

"What? Then why am I bleeding?" I asked, extremely confused.

"You got your first period sweetheart. That means you're a grown woman now. My little baby is so grown up." She teased, peppering kisses all over my face.

"What? What does that mean?" I asked, getting out of her grip.

"Well, a period is something every woman gets. It's how your body indicates that you can get pregnant, it's how the body gets ready for a baby. Most women have their period every month, meaning they bleed from their vagina a little." She explained as she stroked my hair.

"Vagina." I giggled, stupidly repeating the word.

"Yes honey vagina, that's the scientific term for it." She chuckled, laughing at my childish antics.

"Well, does it hurt?" I pouted.

"Sometimes, but it's nothing too major. Just stomach cramps and maybe headaches or fatigue." She answered as she kissed the pout from my lips which then turned into a smile.

"How do I keep it from staining my clothes?" I pointed to my shorts, shrugging.

"Come, I'll show you and get you all cleaned up." She held my hand as she guided me to her bathroom.

I sat on a stool, waiting for her instructions.

"First, you're gonna have a bath, alright?" She ordered, running a bath for me.

"Okay." I answered, ridding myself of my clothes as I jumped in the bathtub.

I washed my body and played for a little while as my mom helped me.

"Stay here, I'm going to get you a fresh set of clothes, I'll be just a minute." She said, leaving the bathroom.

After drying myself up, I slid my shirt on and was about to put on my underwear until she cut me off.

"Okay here's how this works. You're going to place this on your underwear, it's called a pad. It's going to take up all the blood so you don't bleed on your clothes. Once it's full, come to me and I'll help you change it again, alright?" She explained, motioning to me and explaining how to put it on.