natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

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a/n: nat has a secret family

this was originally a scrap (please don't expect too much from this lmao) — i'm only uploading this because i'm barely making any progress on the stuff i'm writing right now and i really don't like going more than a week without posting lol

"I'm leaving", Natasha says absentmindedly as she's packing up her things. The mission was successful, the debriefing's over and it's 9pm already. All she wants to do is get home, right into your arms. Kiss you, hold you, see her little baby boy you gave birth to almost half a year ago.

"Already?", Tony asks, his head peeking up from the couch. "I was thinking about mixing some cocktails, throwing on some music-"

"No", she instantly rejects his offer. "I'm going home." The redhead misses you too much. Also, she's afraid both you and Henry are going to be asleep by the time she gets home. It's getting late already.

"You're always going home", Tony keeps complaining. "Can't you have some fun every once in a while?"

"Tony, let it go", Bruce says quietly.

"Oh, is Hulky going to get mad if I-"

"Bye." Natasha grabs her bag, and out the door she goes. The rest of the team watches her leave, dumbfounded expressions on their faces. Tony rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically.

. . .

The second Natasha steps in front of the door to your apartment, she hears a quiet humming voice and baby cries. A soft smile appears on her face as she unlocks the door, walking right into the living room. You're standing in front of the couch, trying to soothe the crying baby in your arms.

"Hey, pretty", Natasha says quietly.

You turn around, relief flooding your face. "Nat, hey. Oh my god, come here."

You pull her into a side hug, feeling her lips against your cheek. The redhead holds you for a few seconds, kissing your face a few times before she finally leans down to scoop Henry out of your arms. He's still sobbing, but his crying has mellowed a little.

"Why are you so sad, hm?", Natasha mumbles, bringing him up to her chest and lightly patting his back as she pecks his cheek.

"He's teething", you reply tiredly. "Since yesterday. I haven't slept properly in, like, an entire day."

"Oh no." The redhead gives you an empathetic look. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not", she says, gently bouncing up and down to calm the baby in her arms. "I work way too much. I barely help with the baby..."

"But you're keeping our son safe", you interrupt her. "And you're keeping me safe. And that's more than I can ask for."

She smiles sadly and leans in, kissing you. Henry's stopped crying — finally — so you go and put him down so he can sleep.

. . .

"Not again", Tony sighs as Natasha puts her stuff into her backpack. Another mission, another debriefing. This time, it took almost a week. Not too long, but also not short enough. "Where the hell are you rushing to??"

"Tony", Clint mutters as he's putting cheese on his sandwich. He's the only one who knows about you and Henry, and he's sick of everyone being so nosy all the time.

"You can't tell me you haven't noticed that as well! Every single time, she just leaves. Romanoff, where are you going?"

She turns around, her eyes burning with fury. "For god's sake, leave me alone."