Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots

but I want mommy

you and Nat have a four years old daughter named Juno in this:)

tw: depression

word count: 1,1k

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Natasha's POV

"Mama!" I'm being ripped out of my thoughts "Mamaaa" my daughter screams at the top of her lungs. I hurry up the stairs, heading to her room "Where are you?" I call out, my eyes scanning the room.

"You have to find me" she giggles "Oh is that so?" I ask, clearly noticing the humb under her cover. Soft giggles fill the room as I start to 'search' for her.

"Mhmm, are you in here?" I ask while abruptly opening the door of her closet to which she chuckles. "Mhmm, where's my little Juno?" I ask myself out loud and look behind the curtains 

After I looked in some other places I finally stand next to her bed "Or is she-" I start and take her blanket into my hands "here" I 'yell' and pull it down so that my little daughter is revealed. I directly start to tickle her side to which she squirms away from me and her loud laughs hall through the air. 

"Mama, stop" she squeals after a couple moments

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After our little tickling session Juno and I are placed on her floor, with her on my lap, playing with her fire truck and police car. "Where do you want Mr Sparkle to go to?" I ask my daughter looking down at her with a soft smile. Yes, she names her toys, I adore it, it's so cute. Her fire truck's name is Mr Sparkle, her police car is called Mara and one of her little dragons listens to the name Cookie. I know. Adorable.

"He has to safe Cora" Crap. Who was that again, I ask myself, giving myself a mental note to finally remember all the names, y/n's so much better in this than I am. My daughter clearly picks up on my confusion as I practically freeze in spot "The princess" she whines "Why can't you remember?" she playfully pouts

"I know, I know, missy, your mommy's so much better in this than I am" I chuckle, but her little frown doesn't go unnoticed by me. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask and lift her chin with two fingers so that she's facing me. "Ju, my love, what's wrong? You can always talk to me, remember?" I reassure. "Why can't we play with mummy?" she mumbles sadly. I hate breaking her little pure heart.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart" I say, engulfing her in a hug "But mommy's sick" "But she didn't play with me in two days" she whines "And she doesn't look sick" How do I even explain this to a four year old? "I know моя любовь (my love)" I say and place a loose strain of her red hair behind her ear "and I know for sure that y/n/n would love to play with you right know, but she really can't Juno, Мне жаль (I'm sorry)"

She whines another time before burring her face in my chest.

After a couple moments I notice how wet my shirt is getting so I lift her face up and glance over hear features, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Hey, it's okay sweetheart, come here" I coo and pull her back onto my chest "I miss mommy" she cries. "Oh Ju, shh it's okay" I whisper "Все хорошо (it's okay)"

"But you know what, we could go and give mummy some cuddles" I suggest "But you said she's sick" Well, here we go

"Juno, I need to explain you something, okay?" I start and she hums "So, you know everyone has a body, yeah? And when I, for example, come back from a mission, my body is sick" "Mhm" she hums, following every of my words "Okay so that is something you can see, like I have a cut on my cheek and then y/n/n comes and stitches me up. Or when you have a sore throat and we force you to take some of that disgusting medicine" "Eww" she whines and I chuckle at her "So that is something where the body is sick, understood?" I ask and she nods into my chest 

"But your mummy's body isn't sick. Everyone has something like a soul, something you can't touch, and your mummy's soul is sick. And because of that she is always in bed in the last couple days. It's like someone painted her soul black and now we can help her painting it colourful again, okay?" "Yes" she squeals "How do we do that?" she asks. I doubt she really understood what I just told her but it'll be enough for the moment, I mean how are you supposed to explain depression to an innocent four year old child.

"We can start by giving her a lot of cuddles" I say and start on standing up "Noo" she whines at the loss of contact and makes grabby arms for me to pick her up. So I pick her up, place her on my hip and head to y/n's and my room which is a little down the hall. 

I slowly open the door and light floods the room. Y/n's head turns to us and a little smile creeps up her face, a very fake one though. 

I don't know where this came from so suddenly. I mean everything was fine and then I wake up the next day and y/n completely lost any spark of energy in her body and soul. I presume she felt depressed a bit of time before and just didn't tell me because something like that normally doesn't happen overnight. I can't blame her though, she struggles with talking about her feelings as much as I do.

"Someone wanted to see you" I smile as I step closer to our bed. "Mummy!" Juno squeals "Hey, my love" y/n whispers and pulls Juno on her chest. "I'm gonna paint your soul in all the rainbow colours" Juno giggles as she wraps her little arms around y/n's upper body "What?" y/n asks a little confused "Mama said we have to make your soul colourful again" "Ohh" y/n sighs looking at me lovingly

"That's right little one" I smile and get in next to my two favourite persons in the world. "Can we watch Frozen?" Juno asks exited. I look down at y/n, knowing that sometimes even something as watching movies or listening to something is too much for her but she gives me an approving nod "Of course" I smile and move to my nightstand to get the remote.

As I put Frozen on I get back in my previous position so y/n can rest her head on my chest and Juno can curl up between us.

"Thank you, Nat" y/n mumbles

"Anything for you, my love"

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I just rewatched Black Widow for the thousandth time and I hate Alexei sm I can't. I will never forgive Marvel for forgiving him that fast. I mean he literally gave Nat and Yelena to the Red Room (again) AND THEY JUST FORGIVE HIM!?