Age: 5
Word count: 726
Warnings: brief mentions of Natashas past
Summary: Natasha and Alena go out for ice cream after a missionEver since Alena was born, it got a lot harder for Natasha to go on missions, in fear of not coming home to her little girl.
At the same time though, she had to keep going, she wanted to.
So, after an especially rough mission and a death scare on Natashas part, she snatched her little girl to spend the day with her and only her.
The five year old was, of course, enjoying all the attention she got.
Alena sat on the passenger seat, in her car seat, clapping her hands excitedly.
Her mom would be with her any second, she just had to lock the door to their apartment.
The little redhead found a liking in playing with the gum box, which her mother had stored in the car.
She shook it wildly, giggling along with the sound.
Eventually, she found out how to open it, but before she could shove a piece of gum in her mouth, Natasha snatched the box from her.
,,Sorry, мало света (little light), but that's something for big girls"
The assasin explained while closing the box.
Alena looked at her Mama with big blue puppy eyes.
,,Mama, I wanna have the box, can I?"
She asked, making grabby hands towards the gum box still in her Mamas hand.
,,Sorry Alena, but I can't let you have it. I'll tell you what though, I'll take you out for ice cream. How does that sound?"
Natasha negotiated, a smile playing around her lips. She knew that Alena loved Ice cream.
,,Yaaa, ice cream. Go Mama"
The five year old celebrated, her hands up in the air as high as the car seat allowed them to be.
Natasha gave a laugh, before she started the car.
...
,,Alright моя любовь (my love), what flavour do you want?"
Natasha asked her daughter softly, while the little girl, who was rested on her hip, played with her braid.
Alena was lost in her own world. Her Mamas braid was far more interesting than what was going on around her.
It was only when Natasha called her name at least five times, that she finally heard.
,,Alena do you want chocolate or vanilla ice cream?"
The older redhead asked once more, now that she had the little ones attention.
,,Chocolate please"
Alena answered timidly, as she saw the man selling the ice cream.
,,Okay then, one chocolate ice cream and a hazelnut one"
Natasha told the Man, who gave a nod and scooped their ice creams.
Alena observed him intensively, her eyes getting wider by the second.
The little girl was astonished, that someone could have ice cream all day and whenever they wanted.
He now handed the little redhead her ice cream, which she took excitedly.
Natasha got hers as well and turned around to leave after muttering a thank you.
...
,,Mama?"
Alena, still being carried by Natasha, asked.
They had now reached a small park in which Natasha had decided to go for a walk.,,Hmmm"
The assasin dragged out.
,,When I grow up, I wanna be just like you"
The five year old announced, her eyes fixated on her Mom.
Natashas heart ached with proudness but broke a little at the same time.
She didn't want her daughter to be a monster like she was. She didn't want her to kill people like she did in her past.
,,Well ангел (angel), what do you think I am?"
The redhead still asked, a little afraid of her daughters answer.
,,You're a hero of course. You're the best Mama in the world too. And when I grow up I wanna be a hero just like you"
Alena explained, her eyes big and innocently looking at her Mama.
Nat had to stop walking, that's how touched she was.
,,Aww мало света, you're too pure for this world. I love you so much, моя любовь"
She sighed as she stroked a strain of red hair from Alenas face.
The little girl buried her face in the crook of her neck, before she whispered:
,,I love you too, Mama."
A/n:
Hellooo, I just wanted to get a wholesome, fluffy one out for you today. Hope you enjoyed, stay amazing and see you around :)
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