N.R/S.J And W.M/E.O x daughter one shots

you searched the whole wide world

Age: 14

Mom: N/A
Dad: N/A

"Mamma": Natasha Romanoff

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I wipe the sweat off my forehead before striking against the soldier.
My tight tanktop made it just slightly harder to breathe.

After I got adopted they took me here. To this hell hole, at least it's better than Natasha's house.

Hands connected with my stomach and face, making me fall to the ground.

I let out a huff of air before Oksana, my adoptive mom, came over with some water for me.

"Good job just keep the stance"

I got up again just to simply faint at the touch of a light hand. 
however the light came back quickly. Sometimes i can't breathe in this goddamn place, but they just make me. They make me fake lungs to breathe through, they make me a fake brain to think with, they make me fake eyes to see with and they make me a fake mouth to speak through.

They make me a fake person, they make me look through other eyes than my own and speak through another mouth and with another mind. They make me another person and i am no fan of that.

They make me limbs not of my own, make me limbs that does not obey by my will. I am not my own cause they are the ones in control of my body.

I stormed out of the room and went to the bathroom, i was immediately surrounded by other widows. Tears streaming down my face, i clutched my stomach and sobbed.

i coughed loudly and the girls rubbed my back lightly.

Dreykov came in. His hand doing a one motion move and the others piled out like small mice.

"You. You are going on a mission"

My head snapped at him.
"What? I haven't finished my training or graduated"

"Doesn't matter you won't have sex anyways. You just have to take down a rival group" dreykovs word lacex with poison.

"absolutely no-"

I felt a stinging in my neck and suddenly I collapsed. Waking up in a bed. A phone by my side.

I pushed myself out fo bed and realised I was in normal clothing. Normal shirt and normal pants.

I even had a normal bra.

I pushed open the bedroom door and then came out to an apartment. Pushing open the front door and asked a neighbor who was walking in the hallway where I was.

I quickly found out I was in Manhatten.
I got a text on the phone form dreykov saying they had enrolled me into school.

(4 months later)

"Uhh Y/N can we do the project at one of our places? Like today"

I looked at peter.

"Uhh yeah. Yours. Mines a bit messy"

Peter nodded.
"A guy named happy will pick us up come on" peter immediately said happy like a golden retriever.

He got a message.
"Oh it's miss nat instead that fine she's nice and really badass"

I follow peter to the place the car was and a red haired woman stepped out. It was long and up in some familiar braids.

But it was first when she turned around that I realised who it was.
It was Natasha.
My Natasha.

"peter I gotta go home" i started to leave but I suddenly heard a soft familiar and painful voice.

"Y/n? Darling?" I teared up at the sound of Natasha's voice.

"Wait wait Y/n don't leave don't- please"

I wiped the tears falling down my face as i slowly backed away.
But before I could get away I felt a couple of hands cupping my face.

Thumbs softly stroking my cheeks.

"Where have you been baby? They promised me that they would send pictures of you and- god I've missed you" her arms wrapped around me.

I pushed her away and stared at her with hatred.
"Why did they stop sending pictures when you were 10? What happened?"

I just stared at her.
"I hate you"
I found myself saying straight to her face.

"What's going on ms. Natty?"

Natasha looked at Peter.
"Y/n she is my daughter"

"Was"

That made her freeze.
"What" her small voice croaked out.

"Was. I was your daughter.
You didn't even tell me that I had to leave.

I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU BROKE IT. YOU DECIDED TO LET A FIVE YEAR OLD BELIEVE THEIR FAVORITE PERSON WOULD BE THEIR MOM FOREVER!"
I screamed at her.

Natasha reached out to touch my shoulder but I walked away.
But then she noticed that I had a small black widow tattoo.

It was something new the red room did you mark us or well brand us.

"They sent you there? They sent my sweet angel to the red room?"

I froze. She knew. She knew that my new parents had been horrible.

"I will kill them" she snarled.

She went over to me and cupped my face once again.

"I searched almost everywhere and all this time you've been at that horrible place?"

"right."

"It's true дорогой. Once they stopped sending pictures all I wanted was my baby girl"
She softly sniffled.

"are you still with them? The red room?"

I gave a soft nod as reply.

"I'll get you out. I promise. I will."

"but they still have custody of me... "

Suddenly Peter spoke up.
"Mr stark can do something with it"

"kid if it wasn't because you were actually being helpful you know better than listening to others conversations" Natasha gently lectured him and he turned pinkish.

I giggled slightly and wiped my tears.

(7 months later)

I still wasn't completely trusting Natasha yet. I'm thankful that she get me out. Got my own lungs and my own brain and mouth.

But I don't forgive her. I will never forgive her completely. Maybe one day I'll forget it.

But she's trying and that's something.
That's definitely something.