𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

Everything for MJ - MJ

So this is gonna be with Michelle because she is an icon and I feel inspired right now.

I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long, I really am.

I hope you can forgive me.

But I also worked on a new book I released the first chapter of yesterday. It's a Johnlock (John Watsonx Sherlock Holmes) boarding school Au fanfiction, maybe go check it out if that interests you. And because I'm trying to post one chapter every week and also have two more one shot books I sometimes don't feel motivated anymore to write for this one too.

But I try my best, I promise.

But now what you need to know for this one shot is that Natasha is your mother. Because I said so and she really deserves to have a child.

We've established enough times in this book how great of a mother she would be, but just for the people in the back: she'd be a fucking great one.

That being said I hope you enjoy this one shot <3

------

You weren't really subtle about it. Even if you tried to. But Natasha was a trained super spy with years and years of experience, so maybe it was not completely your fault at all.

The bag swung loosely around your shoulders, hitting your stomach or side with every move.

Cursing under your breath you climbed up another step, not even daring to look down.

Because although you've done this a thousand times now, it never really got easier.

But you'd do anything for her. And that anything includes climbing on the outside of an enormous tower with new made spider-gloves (as Tony and you like to call them, much to Peter's dismay), not respecting your incredible fear of heights at all.

Because it was Michelle and you'd do everything for Michelle.

Even face your fear. And Natasha finding out with you using the normal elevator or entry would be even worse.

So climbing it is.

The moon didn't provide that much light either, but since you knew every step of this even blinded, it was easy to rely on muscle memory.

And you were quite happy with the darkness; a 16 year old girl climbing up the sides of a tower would be quite suspicious at daytime, but in the night, nobody could see you anyway.

Or nobody sober enough to care was out in the streets of New York to see you.

Grunting and soaking air in heavily you reached the brim of your windows, opening one of them and letting yourself fall over the edge.

Climbing 36 stories made you exhausted.

So exhausted that you apparently forgot about the flowers you just put there today. A gift from your mother.

And when the vase crushed under your weight and the pressure of you falling onto it so appruptly, you could only hope that the sound wouldn't be alarming to anyone.

Tony made most of the walls sound proof for obvious reasons, but sometimes little noises would escape anyway.

Or worse - you could alarm Friday!

Closing your eyes and sighing, just accepting your fate, you laid there for some minutes, nearly falling asleep.

Then you jolted awake, shuffling to get into the bathroom, brush your teeth, change into comfortable clothes and just sleep.

Although you loved your girlfriend, the journey to and back from her house, the secrecy and just the dates in general drained your social battery and exhausted you to a point of just sleeping while standing.

---

Not having gotten enough sleep, you let yourself fall onto one of the stools by the dining table. Peter was sitting across from you, happily eating his cereal with too much energy for a person to possess in the morning.

You really wanted to ask him for his trick.

Immediately he let the bag of cereal slide over to you also passing the milk on. What a saint this boy was. What a saint.

After you ate, you felt a little bit better - being tired and hungry was even worse that just tired after all - but still not good.

But Michelle Was so worth it.

"Got enough sleep last night (y/n/n)?", Tony teased, knowing fully well you didn't.

"Fuck off, at least I slept at all"

"touché"

Then he came over to you, smirking this smirk that you knew would get you in trouble. Sometimes it really felt like he was your 'sibling-like' teenager in the tower, not Peter. Peter was more like your little three year old baby brother. Although he was technically older than you.

"Another point worth mentioning... Yesterday I tried to work on the spider - gloves, just to improve them a little bit and they weren't in the lab. Care to explain?"

You raised your eyebrow. Just one of them, the left one, something you didn't want to admit to have studied for days in the loneliness of your room just so you could look cool in moments like these.

"And why does that automatically have to do something with me?"

"Well well, because there are also cameras outside you know"

A shocked expression flushed over your face, just for a second, before it went back to normal.

Natasha's head immediately shot up, her now being interested in this conversation. Before that she had only listened with half an ear, not really caring, but glad about the information she might be able to gather.

But now, now it got interesting.

"What about the cameras?"

"Do you want to tell her or should I?", Tony laughed. This was exactly the type of drama he liked. And frankly he was just worried about you. Worried about where you would go to every night. Because when he used to sneak out as a teenager, it wasn't to go to good, healthy places. He was just worried his favourite niece might do the same.

He wanted to protect you, even if that ment to 'betray' you.

"I- fuck you Anthony", you massaged the root of your nose, while he just snorted, "Mum, I swear to you it's not what it looks like."

"Well what does it look like, show me the video", Natasha demanded. And when she wants something she will get it. That's just how it works. Natasha will always get what she wants, simply by asking for it.

When nobody reacted she sighed and shouted for Friday to get it.

Peter looked very uneasy, eating his cereal with an equally confused and concerned expression on his face.

But also like he knew something bad was about to happen.

The video showed exactly what you did last night, climbing up the walls and into your room. The little time mark stating that it's three o'clock in the morning.

"What are you doing young lady?", Natasha wasn't a very strict mother. She was always reasonable, but now, she was to concerned about you.

"I can't... I can't tell you mother"

"Why?"

"I just can't."

"well then you won't mind me grounding you for the next two weeks. In your room, now"

You just wanted to scream.

But knowing that would only make it worse, you held her eye contact for another second and then stormed out of the room.

Everything for MJ.

Everything for MJ.

Everything for MJ.

A text was quickly sent. A response came not a minute after. A decision was made.

Everything for MJ.

They were even dumb enough to forget to take away the spider-gloves.

.
.
.