Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots

is this who I am?

nat x daughter (for the sake of the story, nat can get pregnant and stuff)

age: 15

word count: 1,4k

(not proof read)

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Y/n's POV:

Over the past couple of years I've always had the feeling that I don't fit in. I never knew why, I just felt different. 

While the girls of my class always talked about how exited they were to get boobs when they grow older, I always disliked it. Just the thought of having breasts made me uncomfortable and as I was about 12 and got into puberty I started to dislike my body. I've never had a problem with it but as my body started to change, I started to wear baggy clothes like all the time, trying to hide my body.

I know my mom somehow picked up on it but she never questioned it. She just brushed it of as teenage behaviour.

I've lived like this for some time and just thought I'm putting on a show and that this is normal. But a couple month ago I ended up on gay tiktok and learned about a term that changed my life-  non-binary. 

Is this what I am? Who I am? Is this an explanation for my thoughts? 

So I started to do some research and found more and more hints until I finally came to a conclusion- I am non-binary. I am non-binary. It's not like I don't have a gender, I'm just not female or male.

But the worst part is that I haven't told anyone yet, not even my mama, and we tell each other anything. That is a thing I love so much about her, she always has an open ear and is always there to talk, she always makes sure everyone is alright. My mama, my hero.

I've tried to tell her a couple times in the last days but always ended up telling her something else because I was too nervous. I know she's not gonna be mad or something, she loves me too much, I'm her miracle baby- and besides she is a lesbian herself. But there still is that little voice in the back of your head that tells you that you're unnormal, she's gonna freak out and won't love you anymore.

But here I am, alone with her in the kitchen, about to tell her what weighted me down for so long.

"Mom?" I ask, my voice is quiet and waves slightly. She turns around to face me with a soft smile on her lips "Yes, sweetheart?" I blankly stare at her for a couple moments "Can we- can we sit?" I whisper and point to the chairs at the other end of the room. "Of course" she says and starts to walk over to the table.

My eyes are fixated on the table while my leg bounces up and down and I fidget with the ring on my finger that mom gave me for my last birthday. It's a basic ring with no gems, but it's out of dark grey, nearly black metal and has the words 'маленький паук' engraved- little spider, my favourite nickname. I wear it every day, it makes me feel close to her even if she's on missions.

"Hey, it's okay, what's going on?" she asks and takes my hand in hers. "You promise you won't be mad?" I ask as I look in her green eyes, they're so warm, so safe. "Did you do drugs, smoked, crashed my car or slept with a random guy or girl?" she asks with a playful seriousness "Mom I'm 15!" I yell in disbelief "I'll take that as a no, but that means everything I could probably get mad at you for is crossed of the list, y/n. So what's going on in that little head of yours, маленький паук?" I relieve a shaky breath and turn my head back to the table. 

"I- I...I think I'm non-binary" I whisper "Please don't be mad" I beg. My eyes locked with the table, I can't stand her reaction, I can't look in her eyes right now.

Two fingers lift my chin and turn my head so her eyes meet mine. A loving smile on her face "Why would I be mad?" she asks calmly "I don't know" I whimper, tears threatening to fall. "Hey, it's okay" she says and wipes a tear away "You're not mad?" I breathe "No, my love, I don't care- I mean I do care but that doesn't change anything for us, sweetheart, I love you so much, you're my miracle baby, this doesn't change a thing in our relationship, детка." she smiles and pulls me in a hug.

"I love you, Мама" I say and scoop on her lap to burry my head in the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around my body and holds me closer tighter than she ever did "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this, маленький паук" she whispers "I trust you with my life" I mumble and she presses a kiss on my head.

About ten minutes of comfortable silence in her embrace later she speaks up again, "Can I ask you a question?" and I hum lowly "Do you want to change your name?" she asks sweetly with a smile. I look up in her eyes "I don't think so, it's really meaningful" I say and burst with happiness inside, she's is so thoughtful. "You don't have to keep your name just because it has a meaning for me, my love" she states "I know, but I really like it, I wanna keep it" I smile.

"You wanna have a movie night?" my mom asks me, smiling to herself as she already knows the answer "Yes!" I squeal "Can we watch Brave?? Pleaseeeeee?" I beg. Yes, I am obsessed with this movie. It my favourite Disney movie of allll time. "Of course we can, маленький паук" she sighs.

Half way through the film a question burns inside of me. "Can I ask you a question right now?" I ask and her head turns to look at me "Sure" she says and pauses the movie. "Uhm- so I wondered- uhm- if I maybe could get a binder. I used to wear too big closes to hide- you know, but I don't want my style to be defined by my insecurities" I stammer "Of course, I kinda put that together already" she smiles and gives me a kiss on the nose "We can look for one tomorrow if you want" that makes a smile lit up my face "Thank you, I love you" "I love you more, if you need anything more just come and get me" 

And with that a beautiful evening I'll always remember started to end.

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To say I'm nervous is an understatement. I told mom to tell the others about my outing because I was and am way to nervous to do that. And the fact that mom started to scream at some point didn't make that better. I couldn't stand the screaming so I put my headphones on and played one of my favourite albums Blue Banisters to calm my nerves while I stared at the door waiting for my mama to return.

A couple minutes later the door cracks open and she appears in the doorframe with a smile on her lips and I turn off the music. "You used your scary mama voice" I point out "I'm sorry. But I needed to give Steve a timeout" she says being truly sorry for the yelling "You what!?" I squeal "Steve said some nasty things and I had to lock him in the storeroom" she says "and if anyone's gonna help him out of there til I let him out they gonna end up in there together- but I promise you he'll understand someday, my love" she adds.

"You-" I say, obviously picking on her height, receiving a glare "locked big, strong oldie in the STOREROOM!? How did you managed that!?" I ask amazed "I'm the  Black Widow, y/n, I can do everything" she playfully pouts "Now come on, let's go downstairs"

As we enter the kitchen which is filled with all the avengers Wanda engulfs me in a hug.

I make my way over to Thor, one of my closest friends. "Majesty Y/n" he greets me. A huge grin makes its way on my face, it's not 'lady y/n' anymore, like it always was. "Mom, I'm a majesty now" I yell and she laughs. I look up to his face because he is like two heads taller than me "Thank you" I say "Always" he smiles.

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"This is how Lady Y/n turned into Majesty Y/n" I smile down at my own little daughter who listened carefully to every word I spoke. "And I'm just like you're grandma, I'll always love you, Natalie." I smile and give her a kiss on the nose, just like my mom used to do. "I'm sorry you couldn't meet her, she was an amazing person"

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eat and drink something guys<3