Natasha Romanoff/Scarlett Johansson x Daughter One Shots

I just wanted a mom (N.R)

this scenario has been written in many of these kinds of stories, so i cant credit one specific person. i just wanted to give my own shot on this :)

also i feel like ive been doing a lot of scarlett johansson ones so im gonna try to write some natasha romanoff one shots

in this universe nat can have children

it kinda seems like y/n is 11 but i promise u shes around 14-15

not proofread bc my eye hurts a lot

tw: arguing

"Isn't having THE Black Widow as your mom so amazing? I would kill to have a mother like her."

Everyone always asks me questions like that. How I'm so lucky, to have Natasha Romanoff as a mom. Isn't it the best ever?

And it was, I guess, for the early years of my life. Up until I was 8 years old, and Mom threw herself into her work and completely forgot she had an entire human being to take care of and pay attention to. I realized that either love is an illusion that people made up to make life seem entertaining, or I'm just unlovable. Wonderful thoughts for a second grader to be having. 

It's Christmas, now, which is always one of my least favorite seasons. The only people in the compound at the moment are Mom, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky, as they're the only people who don't have family outside the compound. 

I'm in my room, now, debating whether I should risk going downstairs to ask Mom if she wants to go Christmas shopping. I need to get gifts for everybody. 

I shouldn't be worrying this much about asking my mother to help me buy gifts, but nevertheless, my nails have bitten to stubs because of how nervous I am. 

In the end, I gain the confidence to head to Mom's office. Maybe I'll catch her on a good day. 

I walk into the room, finding her green eyes staring intensely at her computer. "Mom?" I ask tentatively, staying in the doorway in case I need to run out. 

"What, Y/N?" she sighs, exasperated. She doesn't even care enough to take her eyes off the computer. 

"I was...wondering if-uh-if you wanted to go...Christmasshoppingwithme?" I spit the last part out quickly. 

"Y/N, you know I have to work," she answers, writing down something on a piece of paper. 

"But you always have work," I mumble, not able to stop myself. 

Mom finally looks at me, her eyes containing a dangerous glare. "What?"

"Nothing, it's fine. I'll just ask Wanda," I reply, turning around. 

"Y/N," she calls, causing me to turn back around, "You know I work because I need to, right?"

"Right. Sorry. Bye!" I rush out of the door and down the hallway. I think that's the longest conversation we've had all month. 

I find Wanda in the kitchen. "Hey, Wanda, do you want to go Christmas shopping? I asked Mom, but she's working."

"Sure, Y/N!" Wanda answers, a hint of sadness in her eyes. 

"Cool. I'm gonna go get ready, we can leave in 10 minutes?" I ignore the look she's sending me. 

"Sounds good!"

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