Scarlett/Natasha x daughter!reader

I still need you(Natasha)

Here we go again!
Age-15

⚠️TW-Argueing, getting shot, quite sad lmao

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*No one's POV*

,,Mom!'',you shouted running to the red head standing in the parking lot, waiting for her daughter.

,,Hey detka'',she embraced you as you took in her sweet vanilla scent from her black leather jacket. ,,How was school buddy?''

,,It was sooo boring. Double lesson maths is so annoying and Liz is always throwing paper around the classroom. But we also had my favorite teacher and she saved my day to be honest.'',you tell her truthfully. ,,It's weekend now anyway''

,,Do you need to work this weekend?''

,,Not that i really know of'',Natasha shrugged. ,,Why? You wanna spend some mama-Daughter time?'',the red head gave her famous smirk.

,,Nooo uhm... actually i need you to drive me'',you scratched your neck. Natasha frowned a bit, but gave her brave face a few seconds later.

,,Where?''

,,Uhm- well- i'm gonna tell you later'',you smiled slumbing back into your seat. ,,Okay, Starbucks?''

,,Yes, please!'',you exclaimed smiling from ear to ear which made the black widow smile.

You both almost always drive through starbucks on friday's and you were more than happy to do that every week.

Arriving at the compound you were happily greeted with the avengers.

,,Hello little romanoff'',you knew, without a look, that it was tony. It was his nickname for you.

,,Hi, Tinman'',you gave your famous mother smirk. He rolled his eyes playfully giving you a hug.

You know he loves you and you love him. He was sometimes the father figure, especially after a fight with your mother.

,,Movienight later honey?''

,,Well usually yes, but i have a question...'',you trailed of. The red head raised an eyebrow as you were shy all so suddenly.

,,Tell me'',she said. ,,Well, uhm, this boy, david, is throwing a party tonight and i would like to go there as the whole school was invited and-''

,,No'',your mother simply cut you off. ,,You know i don't want you going to partys yet.''

,,But Mama pleaseee, Peter is going too'',you practically begged your mother. ,,No''

,,Oh come on!'',you were getting frustrated. All you wanted was to go on a party, was that to much to ask?

,,Y/N my love, please understand me...''

,,NO! Why can't i just have this normal teenie life you said you wanted to give me since you hadn't had one?'',Natasha tried to hide her gasp and how much it affected her.

,,But sweetie you're 15'',the widows voice creacked a bit at the end. Her first concern was that someone would find you.

Someone who wants revenge for the things she did when she was in the red room. Or dreykow who wants to taught his best widow a lesson.

,,Please, just understand me...''

,,NO, GOD! You're so annoying always worrying about me. You are SO overprotective i can't even its pissing me off!! I wish you weren't my mother!''

Natasha stepped back a few steps as tears welled up in her emerald green eyes. Was she really that bad as a mother ? Was she really so annoying?

,,Ok, um, i think we both should go to our rooms and calm down a bit okay?'',she tried, not daring to look in your eyes.