Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

COMPARISON

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : FIVE YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : You're childishly comparing yourself to your mother, clearly not understanding how puberty works.

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NATASHA'S POV
I noticed Y/N had been kind of sad lately, but she just wouldn't tell me why. I decided to have a little movie night with her, in hopes of getting her to talk. So, here we were, comfortably watching Brave as she layed on top of me.

"Y/N, honey?" I asked as I rubbed her back.

"Mhm?"

"Will you please tell me why you've been so sad lately? I'm worried for you sweetheart. Tell Mama what's wrong so she can help you." I begged as I paused the movie, earning a whine from her.

She sat up on my stomach and looked at me with tears in her eyes then said. "You can't help me Mama. I'm sad because you are so strong. I will never be like you."

My heart instantly shattered at her words. I would never in a million years want my daughter to feel bad about herself, especially if I am the cause of that self doubt. "Oh, honey. Please don't say that. You are only five years old. You do not have to be like me to be great, beautiful or even strong. You are unique in your own way, but I just know that you'll grow up to be even stronger than me! You're my little bubbly, colorful bundle of joy and I love you so much." I started tearing up and grabbed her face and stroked her cheeks, wiping her tears as well.

"I love you too Mama. Thank you." She said as she broke down and cried, resting her little head against my chest.

After a few minutes of cuddling, she broke the silence, sat up on my stomach again and asked. "But Mama, why don't I have boobs like you?" She patted her chest childishly.

"Y/N!" I gasped as I laughed and tickled her sides.

"Stop it Mama, answer me." She pleaded, out of oxygen as she loudly laughed and gasped for air.

"Well, honey, you're only five, as I told you earlier. Your boobs will come in later, when you're about thirteen. Please stay young though, I don't want you to grow up." I groaned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, okay Mommy." She nodded and layed her head on my chest again as I pressed play to continue the movie.

Seeing Merida on the screen, she yelled. "Look, Mama! She has the same hair as us!"

"Yes, that's right my love." I chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

"You will always be my little girl by the way. I. Don't. Care. How. Old. You. Are. Even. If. You. Have. Boobs." I said playfully, laying a million kisses on her face everytime I said a word.

"Stop!" She giggled continuously.