Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

GROCERY STORE

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : FIVE YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF, ANGST
PROMPT : A trip to the grocery store ends up becoming quite chaotic as you test your mother's patience.
EXTRA : Sorry if the Russian is wrong, I used google translate.

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THIRD PERSON'S POV
Natasha glanced over at Y/N, who was completely absorbed in the movie playing on the television. She took a deep breath and called out to her, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Y/N, sweetheart, it's time to go to the grocery store." She said, waiting for a response.

Y/N remained fixated on the screen, oblivious to her mother's request.

Natasha called her name once again, this time a touch more sternly. "Y/N, I'm talking to you."

Y/N finally tore her eyes away from the movie as she whined. "But Mama, I don't want to go."

Natasha crouched down to her daughter's level, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. "You've been home all day, детка (baby). It'll be nice to go outside for a little bit. We'll make it quick, I promise."

With a grumble, Y/N reluctantly turned around and looked at her mother. She crossed her arms and muttered. "I still don't want to go."

Natasha smiled softly, undeterred by her daughter's protests. She swiftly slipped Y/N's tiny feet into her shoes, ignoring the continuous whining that filled the air.

Once Y/N's shoes were on, Natasha lifted her up, placing her on her hip as they made their way down to the garage, where Natasha carefully placed Y/N in her car seat, securing the straps snugly.

Settling into the driver's seat, Natasha stole a glance at Y/N through the rearview mirror. She couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight of her daughter, her eyes shining with excitement as she babbled away about the movie. Natasha reached back, gently caressing Y/N's knee.

The car ride to the store was filled with Y/N's continuous chatter as Natasha listened attentively, occasionally joining in the conversation or pointing out things they passed along the way.

Once they arrived at the store, Natasha lifted Y/N out of the car and placed her in the shopping cart. The little redhead sat wide-eyed, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling store. Natasha began selecting the items she needed, pushing the cart down the aisles.

As Natasha stopped at the cleaning supplies section, Y/N's patience began to wane.

She tugged at her mother's sleeve, her voice tinged with frustration. "Mama, I don't want to sit anymore. Can I get down now?" She whined, her eyes fixated on the colorful toy aisle nearby.

Natasha glanced down at her daughter as she sighed. "Alright, but stay close."

As they walked together, Y/N's eyes suddenly caught sight of a princess crown toy that lit up and played music. Her eyes widened with excitement, and she turned to Natasha, her voice filled with eagerness. "Mama, can I have that crown, please?"

Natasha shook her head gently. "Not today, sweetheart. We're here for groceries, remember?" She replied, hoping to redirect Y/N's attention.

But Y/N's disappointment quickly turned into a meltdown. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded once again. "Please, Mama. I really want it!"

Natasha groaned, trying to be patient.

"Please, please, please!"

Her patience began to wear thin as Y/N's pleas escalated. She struggled to maintain her composure, feeling the eyes of other shoppers on them.

In a firm tone, she responded. "Y/N, I told you no. Put it back."

Y/N's cries grew louder, her little voice filled with desperation. "But I want it! Please, Mama!"

Natasha's frustration peaked, and she snapped, her voice tinged with anger. "Я сказал нет! (I said no!)" Her words hung heavy in the air, causing Y/N's cries to intensify.

Feeling a mix of guilt and frustration, Natasha swiftly lifted Y/N and placed her back in the shopping cart, ignoring the escalating tantrum. She pushed the cart forward, maneuvering through the aisles as Y/N's cries echoed throughout the store.

As Natasha gathered the last of the items she needed, she felt the weight of exhaustion settling in. She paid no mind to the tantrum as she made her way to the cashier, Y/N's cries continuing unabated.

After paying for the groceries, Natasha carried Y/N in her arms, bags hanging from her wrists. Y/N's face was red and tear-stained, her breathing erratic as she coughed, struggling to catch her breath.

Concerned, Natasha whispered soothing words to her, trying to calm her down. "Shh, I can see the car right there. Hang on a second Y/N."

Natasha carefully settled Y/N into her car seat, making sure the straps were secure and comfortable.

Leaning in close, she whispered in a soothing tone. "It's alright, sweetheart. Mama's here. Take deep breaths and blow on my face, just like this." She gently held Y/N's little hands and guided them to her face, encouraging her to blow.

Y/N obediently followed her mother's instructions, blowing soft puffs of air against Natasha's cheek.

Gradually, her cries subsided, replaced by repetitive chants and muttering about the toy.

"Toy. Toy. Toy." She chanted in a whisper, hiccuping.

Natasha sighed, rubbing her daughter's back. She then closed Y/N's car door gently, taking a moment to collect herself before she walked around to the driver's seat and slid inside.

Upon arriving at the familiar gates of the compound, Natasha parked the car and turned off the engine. She stepped out, walking around to Y/N's side to retrieve her from the car seat. However, to her surprise, Y/N was fast asleep.

Natasha's frustration melted away, replaced by a surge of tenderness and love. She bent down, placing a lingering kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Я люблю тебя, беда (I love you, trouble)."