Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots

awful things

mama!nat
age: 16
tw: self harm
word count: 1,4k
————

Natasha's POV
"I'm gonna get some groceries now" I tell my daughter who is currently laying in bed and watching some sort of movie "I'll be back in around an hour". "Mhm" she hums quietly, not exchanging a word with me.

"Do you need anything, baby?" I ask as I turn around in the doorframe one last time "I'm fine, thank you" she whispers.

There is so clearly something wrong with her lately- she barely leaves her room, can't find the energy to go to school and the laugh I love so much faded for the most of the time. And given her past with self harm I really don't want to leave her alone but we're out of things to eat so I have no other option than to leave.

Normally I would've got Wanda or someone else to stay with her but because of the security risks we moved into our own apartment three years ago.

-

I place the bags in front of the front door to unlock it and reenter our little apartment. Shit, I think to myself as I hear Lil Peep's music blast around the house. His music always gives her this needed inch of comfort when she's feeling, well, bad.

I drop the bags and run up the stairs. I don't bother to knock, she wouldn't hear it anyways- instead I open the door slowly so she could scream at me to get out if she wanted to.

She's curled up against a wall in the corner of her room just starring out of the full-length widows- I don't think she's even noticed me. A fluffy blanket is pulled over her body but I still see the way she hugs herself.

It takes everything in me to not burst out crying right now.

Wordless I slide down the wall next to her, shuffle closer and place a little of the blanket on my legs. In almost an instant she places her head on my shoulder and snuggles closer into my side.

I place an arm around her back and instantly feel a sob wreck through her. I pull her closer and rest my chin on top of her head. Her tears are falling freely while I push mine down- I hate seeing her in such distress and I'm worried-sick. "Shh" I coo "You're okay. Mama's here".

A couple moments later I reach forward to where I see her phone laying. "No" she cries, wrapping her arms around my upper body. "Shh, I'm not going anywhere, I just need your phone" I say, picking her phone up and turning the volume of the music down so that it's just quietly playing in the background. "I'm right here" I whisper leaning back again "I'm not going anywhere"

-

"Y/n baby?" I ask softly to gain her attention. She looks up to me with red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Can I clean you up please?" her face falls into a frown "N-no Mama, later" she whimpers. "Did the bleeding stop, sweetheart?" if so, I would consider staying like this for a couple more minutes to let her calm down more. But the way her eyes lower themselves to the ground tells me that I have to take care of her now.

"Hey" I say softly and lift her chin up with two fingers "You're safe to tell me, I'm a safe person, okay?"

"I'm sorry" she whispers "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-" "Nah uh" I interrupt firmly "We don't apologise for our feelings and the way we cope with them. Not ever." not being able to get a word out she just buries her head back in my chest. "I'll take that as a 'no' then" I whisper, carefully not to work her up more "that means I have to clean you up right now baby, I'm sorry" "N-no Mama please" she cries "Sorry honey" I say as I carefully peal her off me and stand up, just to crouch down to her level again.

"C'mere big girl" I whisper pulling her to her feet. "Ouch!" she winces as I place her arm around my shoulder to support her. "I'm sorry, baby" I apologise directly and press a kiss to the side of her head.

"There you go" I say as I sit her down on the bathroom counter.

I place my hands on her cheeks and look at her lovingly "You're gonna be okay" I whisper and wipe her tears before letting go of her face and stepping to the cabinet where we keep some stuff to clean wounds. I take out the box and put it next to my daughter. "C-can you please not" she pleads in a whisper "I'm sorry baby, I have to" I say taking her cold hands in mine.

"Can you take off your sweater please?" I ask softly and she shakes her head "детка" I instruct in a soft manner but with enough force to show her that I'm serious right now. Almost instantly she takes the hem of her shirt in her hands and pulls it over her head, revealing angry red marks on her forearms. "Thank you" I say taking her sweater to the side.

I take her arm in a tight grip but not enough to hurt her. "I'm sorry" she cries as I inspect her arm and my face falls into a sad frown, which I immediately hide again but she still saw it. "No," I say and look up "we don't apologise for our feelings, моя любовь".

"This is gonna hurt a little" I warn before pressing a sterile pad against the still bleeding cuts. She tries to free her arm out of my grip which only results in me holding it tighter "Пожалуйста, остановись, Mама. (please stop, Mama)" she cries and her head falls on my shoulder "I'm so sorry baby" I whisper.

"Hey, did I ever told you about how Clint and I hid all of Tony's clothes in the vents?" I ask trying to distract her mind. I continue to tell her the story as she shakes her head 'no'. "After Tony played a prank on me, Clint and I decided to pay him back for it. In the night we snuck into his apartment and took all of his clothes with us. We scattered them around the vents of the whole tower. The next couple of days we spent laughing at him because he couldn't find them all" I tell her. A little chuckle leaves her mouth "I wish I could've watched him too" she whispers

-

After I told her a couple more stories from before I adopted her I released the pressure on her wounds and took of the pads from them. Gladly the bleeding stopped which means we don't have to drive to the E.R. "This is gonna sting a bit, my love" I say before getting on cleaning her up with antiseptic wipes. "No Mama, ouch" she panics and tears up again "stop. please stop". "Shh, you're okay, it's over soon" I try to soothe

"It hurts Mama, it hurts, please stop" she cries "I'm sorry. Remember when you were little and you used to jump on my bed to wake me up?" I say, changing the theme again. I don't get an answer but I continue anyways "And one morning I was already awake and almost scared you to death as I jumped up when you climbed on the bed". I hear a little hurt laugh and a sigh of relief as I remove my hand

"It's over, you're okay" I say and give her a kiss on the head.

"I just need to bandage your arm, y/n, then we can cuddle, alright?" I inform her knowing damn well that she hates the itching feeling of bandages. But instead of the expected protest to use a plaster or something else she just accepts it and lets me wrap it around her arm "There you go, all done" I smile, lifting her head of my shoulder so it's easier to carry her into bed.

-

"Sweet dreams baby, get some rest. I'll keep you safe" I whisper into her hair. Her body is on top of mine and her head is buried in the crook of my neck "I'll be here when you wake up" I add and start to hum a russian lullaby.

————
just needed a vent lol
and it's past midnight so don't come at me for the writing💀
hope you guys are okay<3