Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

TERRIBLE TWOS

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : TWO YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : A day full of the few changes Natasha noticed, perfectly described as the terrible twos.
EXTRA : Sorry if the Russian is wrong, I used google translate.

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NATASHA'S POV
Ever since Y/N turned two years old, she's kind of been a nightmare to deal with. Naturally, I love her with all of my heart, but she sure as hell isn't making it easy to discipline her.

As any parent would call it, it's the terrible twos! It's a normal developmental phase experienced by young children that's often marked by tantrums, defiant behavior, and lots of frustration.

"Mama!" The little demon scowls, letting me know she's woken up from her nap.

I giggle quietly and turn off the TV, then make my way upstairs, hoping her nap made her slightly less grouchy.

Leaning on her doorframe, I watch her as she frantically searches around for what I assume to be her pacifier. Smiling to myself, I make my way towards her crib and pick her up.

Not really expecting an answer, I ask softly. "Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good nap?"

She hums as she lays her head in the crook of my neck and wraps her tiny arms around it, then whines. "Mama."

Shushing her gently, I grab her pacifier from under her pillow and place it in her mouth, receiving a satisfied shrug from her.

I head to the living room as I bounce her up and down peacefully, then sit us both down on the couch.

After a few quiet minutes, she sits up and requests. "Boobie, Mama." Then proceeds to poke my chest with her tiny finger.

I chuckle at her demanding tone, then get her hand off of me and cradle her so I can properly feed her.

After a bit of suckling, she starts fussing, so I put her down and she crawls towards her toys. I quietly watch her as she struggles to pile her blocks up, since they keep falling over. Letting her figure it out on her own, I keep observing her.

Suddenly, she screeches loudly, getting frustrated and making me wince at the deafening noise.

Deciding to softly approach her and not yell, I say. "Hey, hey. No need to get upset, детка (baby)." Then, I speak in an enthusiastic baby voice. "Look, I'm going to help you make a giant tower! You want to make a tower with Mama?"

Unexpectedly, she cries out and starts trashing around. "No!"

As I start to feel helpless, I pick her up and hold her against my chest as an attempt to calm her down, even though all I receive are harsh kicks and punches since she won't stop moving.

Later in the afternoon, I decide to take Y/N for a stroll in the park, so she can feed the ducks and enjoy the nature. Ever since she was a newborn, I've always taken her with me to feed the ducks and walk around the beautiful park right across the street.

"Are you ready to go, Y/N? We're gonna have so much fun, aren't we?" I ask as I slip on her shoes.

Nodding, she grins through her pacifier, until her world absolutely crumbles when she looks down and sees her shoes. "Mama! No! Red!"

Opinionated much for a two year old, right? No seems to be her favorite word today. God forbid I put on her white shoes instead of the red ones.

"Ok, ok. Успокоиться (Calm down). I'll get the red ones." I sigh, taking off the pair of shoes she's currently wearing and getting her other pair.

After getting them on, I ask. "Are you ready to go now?"

She glares at me, her glare impressively seeming like my infamous one, then grumbles. "Yes."

I giggle lowly, then place her in her stroller and start walking towards the park.

Once we get there, she's surprisingly quiet, until we see the ducks. Her face instantly lights up and she starts giggling and babbling to herself.

Leaning over the top of her stroller, I ask. "You wanna feed the ducks with Mama?"

She squeals, trying to get out of her harness. I chuckle, getting her out of it and picking her up.

I hold up a tiny piece of bread, then motion towards the lake. "Go on, throw it дорогой (sweetheart)."

She grins, throwing it far away.

After a few seconds, she starts fussing so I put her down but keep an eye on her, not wanting her to fall over into the lake.

She crawls towards the edge of the lake, making me warn. "Be careful, Y/N. Mama doesn't want you to fall over, okay?"

She doesn't answer, being way too occupied with the ducks who seem to be extremely happy with her. Looking to the right, I see baby ducks approach us.

"Mama! Mama! Baby duckies!" She giggles loudly, pointing to them excitingly.

"Yes, baby! I see!" I match her energy, smiling at her enthusiasm.

Once the sky starts getting darker and looking at the time, I announce. "Y/N, it's time to go home."

Instantly turning around and glaring at me, she yells, yet again. "No!"

Sighing to myself, way too exhausted to deal with another tantrum, I respond. "Yes, honey. It's almost bedtime and you need to take a bath before going to bed."

Getting upset, she starts speaking in Russian and crying. "Нет! Нет! Нет! (No! No! No!)"

I walk towards her and pick her up, groaning. "Come on big girl, let's go home."

"Mama!" She bellows loudly, making everyone in the park stare at us.

"Enough, Y/N. You're embarassing me." I grit through my teeth, placing her forcefully but carefully in her stroller.

The whole way home, she thrashes around and screams bloody murder. Not wanting to even acknowledge her tantrum, I simply don't react and finally get us home.

Once we're inside, I take her out of her stroller and hold her close to me, trying to ground her as I shush her. "You're okay, you're okay детка (baby). Everything's okay."

She calms down eventually, so I bathe her and tuck her in.

"Night-night, мой маленький паучок (my little spider)." I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead.

Tiredly, she mumbles. "Night-night, Mama."

Even though the terrible twos are quite rough, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my baby way too much for that, even on bad days.