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* ˚ ✦ y/n ran away from Natasha while they were out grocery shopping

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age 3

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Up until recently, you always sat in the cart at the store. But now you were a bit more independent, and you liked to help, so you wanted to walk, which was fine. Natasha always went over the rules and expectations with you before entering the store, and you'd been doing really good about following them... until today.

You guys were halfway through your trip, and you were doing great. Natasha was taking her time in the cleaning aisle when she noticed that you were walking away from her and towards the end of the aisle by yourself... At first, you didn't realize you weren't by your mother any more, but when you did, you decided to test your boundaries.

"Y/N you know to stand next to me." Natasha said. You stopped walking and giggled.

Uh oh, Natasha thought.

"Alright, you need to come back here." she warned. Still you didn't go back, so Yelena said she'll go get you, but when she went for it, you took off. You ran, and you were out of sight in seconds, so Natasha and your aunt ran after you. Yelena caught up to you in the next aisle and scooped you up in her arms. Natasha walked up to you guys and boy she did not look happy with you.

"Young lady, that was not a safe choice." She grabbed you from the blonde's arms, not even giving you a second to understand what on earth was going on before she forced you to sit in the cart. When you realize what Natasha was attempting to do, you started to have a meltdown in the middle of the aisle. All eyes were on you guys and as much as Natasha hated all the attention you were getting, she had to work on calming you down and thus.... fast.

You were screaming and kicking, but Natasha got you in the cart anyway. You were upset and crying, and Natasha tried to console you. She wasn't cruel and cold-hearted. "I'm not mad at you, but you scared me Y/N." and she proceeded to explain why your decision wasn't unsafe. Through the talk you calmed down, your cries becoming little sniffles.

"I'm sorry mama." you apologized.

"It's okay darling. Let's continue shopping, hum?" Natasha said, cupping your face and leaning to kiss your forehead. You nodded in response. She started to push the cart again, and you looked around the different aisles for a while in complete silence.

You've been in the cart for a while now, and you had enough already. You were swinging your legs, looking around, playing with your fingers or Natasha's bracelet when she was pushing the cart, but it did nothing. "Mama?" you asked, tugging on her sleeve to get her attention for the shelf she was looking at. You guys were back in the cleaning aisle, which was the most boring one in your opinion.

"Yes Y/N?"

"I really want to walk." you said giving your famous puppy eyes, hoping it might work on Natasha this time. But she just sighed and gave you an apologetic small smile.

"I know you really do but because of the choice you made, you've lost that privilege for today. I did warn you if you run off you'd be back in the cart. But you can try again next time. Okay little missy?"

"Okay..." you sighed, accepting your defeat. There wasn't getting out of this one.

"I'm almost done, darling. We'll go soon I promise I just need to find the detergent Steve wants." she stroked your cheek with her finger making you return her warm smile by a tiny one of your own. When she was sure you would be okay, she turned her attention back to the shelf, still looking for the detergent. She looked everywhere, up and down the shelves and back and forth the aisle.

"It's not here, mama. Look." Natasha looked at you confused. You pointed to an empty spot on the shelf where the detergent usually is, but it's completely empty. No wonder Natasha couldn't find it, there wasn't any left in stock.

"Looks like you're right. Thank you for helping me Y/N." This made you smile widely and proudly as Natasha kissed your cheek before pushing the cart towards check out.