I was raised by my dad, James Barnes, others know him as Bucky the wintersoldier. When I was twelve he started dating a work colleague, the famous black widow.
We got along pretty quickly and someday she moved in with my dad and me.
When I turned...
I'm laying in her bed, smelling her scent everywhere and missing her so badly. When I stopped crying I get up and looking for dad's spare car keys.
When I find them I go into my room, packing some clothes and take the elevator down into the garage. I open dad's car and get into it, throwing my back at the passenger seat.
I start driving the car and exactly knows where Natasha could be. I have to find her. I shouldn't have let her leave like this. She needs me.
I drive for a few minutes and park the car the car near a hotel. We were often here. It's Natasha's favorite hotel and I really hope I will find her here.
"Good evening, I'm looking for Natasha Romanoff." I greet the woman at the reception. "Hi, I'm sorry but I can't tell you that." She answers. "I'm her daughter." I lie and the woman looks at the computer. "She checked in an hour ago. Room number 44." The woman speaks and I thank her, taking the elevator up.
I get out of the elevator and knock at the door with the number 44 on it. The door opens and Natasha looks surprised. "Y/N? What are you doing here? I told you to stay with your dad." She speaks but I just walk past next to her into the hotel room.
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It looks exactly like in the past and I notice a first aid kit on the couch table. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" She asks again when she closed the door behind her. "I wanted to be with you." I answer her, sitting on the couch and patring the place next to me so she sits next to me.
"Let me help you." I speak, taking something out of the first aid kit for cleaning her wound on her under lip. "You really don't-" But I cut her off before she can push me away. "But I will." I speak in a dominant voice and she stays quiet.
I lean closer and wipe away all the blood, cleaning her wound. "Does it hurt?" I ask her but she just shakes her head and I can see the tears building into her eyes.
"You know it's better for you going home. We don't want to complicating things more." She tries pushing me away. "Don't you dare pushing me away now Natasha." I warn her, cupping her cheeks.
"Don't listen to my dad okay? You didn't took advantage of me." I tell her, hoping she won't feel bad anymore. "Y/N... I..." She stutters and a few tears rolling down her face.
"No Natasha you didn't took advantage of me and it's more than just sex for me." I admit and she looks at me with widen eyes. "What do you mean?" She asks and I kiss her lips softly.
"Can you feel it too?" I ask into the kiss, feeling her soft lips on mine. "Yes, I can feel it too." She answers into the kiss. "I love you Natasha." I admit, pulling away and looking into her eyes.
"I... I love you too." She responds and now she's the one kissing me. After the kiss she hugs me tight, holding me close. "Can we order some pizza? I'm kinda hungry." Natasha asks. "Of course. Is the hotel kitchen still open?" I answer and she nods.
