natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

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a/n: fighting with nat, having to pretend everything's okay when around friends; very random but i liked this idea so i decided to write about it lol

this turned out longer than expected bc i couldn't stop yapping for some reason. there's also not much happening considering how long this is but idc i had fun lmao

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Alia pushes her little stroller towards you, her feet patting against the hardwood floor. You smile at her as she drives the toy stroller with the teddybear past you, hurrying into the hallway.

"Careful, sweetheart", you call out, quickly scrambling up to follow after her. She giggles as she makes her way to the living room, almost crashing the stroller into the tv stand. You don't hesitate to scoop her up, causing her to squirm and start protesting. "You need to slow down a little."

"Nooo", she whines, kicking her feet.

"Slow down", you just repeat, putting her back down on the floor. She grabs the handle of the stroller again and starts running as quickly as her short legs allow her to. You sigh, leaning against the couch as you keep your eyes on her.

Taking care of a toddler all by yourself isn't easy, especially not when you've been doing it for two months. Natasha's on a mission — again — and all you can do is sit here and wait. According to the schedule, she should've returned almost a week ago. But instead, her signal disappeared and there's no way to contact her anymore.

You couldn't be more worried. Horrible thoughts, even more horrible possible outcomes keep spinning around in your head. They're nauseating, making it impossible for you to focus on pretty much anything. The only thing that's keeping you from losing your mind is the fact that you have a child to take care of — a child with, apparently, an overload of energy.

Alia crashes the stroller into a potted plant in the corner of the living room, sending dirt flying everywhere. You sigh and walk over to her, just about to get her away from the stroller when you hear a key unlock the front door. You look up, seeing Natasha walk into the living room with a duffle bag in her hand.

Your jaw nearly drops. Your wife is covered in dried blood, scars, dirt. There are twigs tangled into her hair and her suit is slashed open in various places. Her eyes, visibly exhausted, flicker up to meet yours.

"Hey", she just says, dropping the duffle bag on the floor. You blink in disbelief before finally walking up to her, giving her a kiss that about conveys every single feeling you've been experiencing since she left.

"'Hey'?", you then finally say after pulling away, a mix of relief and anger flashing your face. "That's all you have to say? I was worried to death!"

Natasha pauses, her shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry. The mission took longer than expected." She sees Alia sitting on the floor, pulling at her teddybear's nose. "Hey, sweetie."

The girl looks up, eyeing her mom. Her expression shifts to one of fear when she sees Natasha all covered in blood and scars, and she starts crying almost immediately. Natasha softens and she walks up to your daughter, kneeling down on one knee to be on eye level with her.

"It's okay, solnyshko", she says with a hesitant smile, her eyes searching Alia's. "I'm okay."

You shake your head, following her. "Your signal has been gone for a week, Nat. I couldn't contact you in any way!"

She glances at you."I know, I know. I'm sorry. My signal got jammed by one of the soldiers I was fighting. I tried using my backup signal watch a day after I lost comms, but when I pressed the button, nothing happened."