Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

WISDOM TEETH

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : After getting your wisdom teeth taken out, you fall into a hilarious loopy state.
EXTRA : Sorry if the Russian is wrong, I used google translate.

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THIRD PERSON'S POV
Y/N groggily blinked her eyes open, her head feeling heavy and her mouth filled with cotton. As the fog of anesthesia began to lift, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. Her hand instinctively went to her jaw, feeling the dull ache. She turned her head slightly and saw her mother, sitting beside her with a gentle smile.

Natasha sat perched on the edge of the bed, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. Y/N could see the faint lines of worry on her mother's face, which softened as their eyes met.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Natasha whispered, her voice warm and soothing. "How you feeling?"

Y/N blinked a few times, trying to focus her bleary eyes on her mother's face. Her tongue felt thick and sluggish as she tried to form words. "Mama? Is this real life?" She mumbled, her speech slurred. "Or am I dreaming about fighting aliens again?"

Natasha chuckled softly, leaning in closer to brush a stray strand of hair away from Y/N's face. "No, honey, this is real life." She replied, her voice filled with affection. "You just had your wisdom teeth taken out. How do you feel?"

Y/N pouted, her swollen cheeks making her expression even more adorable. "My mouth feels like a dry desert and my head is spinning. B-But... you're here, so... that's good."

Natasha's smile widened, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She reached out to caress Y/N's cheek, her touch gentle and comforting. "I'm here, детка (baby)."

Just then, Bruce entered the room, his lab coat slightly disheveled but his eyes twinkling with amusement. He approached Y/N's bed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well, I see our patient is awake." He remarked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and lightheartedness. "How are you feeling, Y/N?"

Y/N's gaze shifted to Bruce, a drowsy smile tugging at her lips. "Fantastic. I dreamed of aliens."

Bruce chuckled as he glanced at Natasha, sharing a silent moment of amusement before turning his attention back to Y/N. "Wow, that's nice."

Natasha couldn't help but tease, her eyes dancing mischievously. "By the way, your stuffed animals looked lonely without you while you were gone."

Y/N's eyes widened. "No, Mama!" She exclaimed, her voice laced with worry. "Are they okay? Did anyone feed Mr. Jasper?"

Natasha reached out to pat Y/N's hand reassuringly. "Mr. Jasper is safe and sound, don't you worry."

Bruce turned to Natasha, a playful glint in his eyes. "Natasha, everything seems perfectly normal. Just keep an eye on her for the next few days."

Y/N's face scrunched up, and tears welled up in her eyes unexpectedly. She sniffled, her emotions bubbling to the surface in her loopy state.

"Но что, если в мире закончится шоколад, мама? (But, what if the world runs out of chocolate, Mama?)" She hiccupped, her voice quivering.