3rd Person POV Year: 2010
It had been six long years since Natasha had last seen Y/N, but despite the passage of time, she had never given up the search for her. Each day was a reminder of the bond they once shared, and Natasha found herself often lost in memories. She vividly recalled those enchanting Y/E/C eyes, so bright and full of life, as if she had just seen them yesterday. The way they sparkled with joy whenever Y/N looked at her filled Natasha with warmth, and the gentle softness in her gaze always made Natasha feel like she was home.
But along with those fond memories came a crushing wave of guilt, a relentless ache in her heart for not being able to stop the Red Room from taking Y/N away. The haunting thought of what Y/N must have endured filled Natasha with an urgency to train harder, to become stronger—anything to prevent such a tragedy from happening again. As she stood in the S.H.I.E.L.D. training area, her focus was solely on the punching bag before her. Her hands were wrapped in bandages, bruised and bleeding from the relentless assault she was unleashing on the bag. Each punch was fueled by frustration, guilt, and a deep-seated desire to protect.
With each blow, the weight of her emotions bore down on her more heavily, and she couldn't help but think about how Y/N's birthday was approaching—October 16th. The thought sent a fresh wave of anguish crashing over her, making it even harder to maintain her composure. Natasha tried desperately to hold back her emotions, to focus only on the physicality of the moment, but flashes of 1yr old Baby Y/N's face kept invading her mind. Her punches became more forceful, more desperate, until finally, with one particularly hard strike, she knocked the bag off its hinges.
Sweat dripped from her brow, soaking her hair and blurring her vision as she struggled to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each inhale reminding her of the desperation she felt inside. Just then, Clint walked into the training area, concern etched across his face as he took in the scene. "You okay, Nat?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
"Yeah, I am," Natasha replied, attempting to sound nonchalant as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. But Clint wasn't convinced; he shot her a skeptical look that clearly said, "Really? You think I'm stupid?"
Natasha merely shrugged, managing to muster a smirk—her usual façade, the strong and unyielding Natasha everyone knew. Yet beneath that surface, the struggle continued, a silent battle she fought every day, driven by the hope that one day she would find Y/N again.
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3rd Person POV Year: 2010
Seven-year-old Y/N lay on her bed in the red room, staring up at the ceiling as she tried desperately to drift off to sleep. The walls around her were painted a deep crimson, casting a warm glow in the dim light of the evening. Despite the cozy ambiance, she found it impossible to relax. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see were her unknown mother's warm, minty green eyes—eyes that seemed to sparkle with kindness and affection.
Y/N could picture her mother's gentle smile, the way those eyes lit up with joy, but the image was bittersweet. She didn't remember much about her mother; it was more like a fleeting dream that slipped away the moment she tried to grasp it. Each attempt to escape into slumber brought her back to that haunting vision, and it filled her heart with a mix of longing and sadness. the only reason she could remember a little bit of her mother's face was thanks to her photographic memory but sadly it wasn't the best at its job.
As the minutes turned into hours, she tossed and turned beneath her soft blankets, the fabric crinkling around her. She let out a small sigh, hoping that sleep would come soon, but her mind was restless. The memories she didn't have clung to her like shadows, refusing to let her find peace. Yet, despite the turmoil within her, exhaustion began to weigh on her eyelids.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N drifted into a fitful sleep. It wasn't the deep, restful slumber she longed for; rather, it was a restless sleep filled with dreams that danced just out of reach. But at least, in that state of half-awareness, she could escape the confines of the red room, even if only for a little while. Sleep had come, if only briefly, and she welcomed it with open arms, hoping for a better tomorrow.
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3rd Person POV, year: 2003
FLASHBACK
October 18th, 2003, Y/n had turned one just two days ago. Natasha sat in her room, cradling Y/n in her arms, trying desperately not to cry because she knew that Dreykov wouldn't let her keep Y/n for much longer. The weight of the moment pressed down on her heart, knowing that soon, she would be forced to give up this precious child. With a heavy heart, she looked down at the tiny face gazing up at her, the innocence in Y/n's eyes both a comfort and a torment. She wished more than anything that she could shield her from the cruel world that lay ahead.
Gently rocking Y/n in her arms, Natasha began to speak softly, her voice filled with both love and sorrow. "My darling Y/n, I love you so much," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I will fight for you for as long as I can. You are stronger than you think, my little one. You might be small now, but one day, you will be as strong and unyielding as the currents of the ocean."
She paused for a moment, her heart aching at the thought of being separated from Y/n. Dreykov's cold, unfeeling grip on their lives was tightening, and Natasha knew her time with the baby was slipping away. "Dreykov won't let me stay with you for much longer," she continued, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "But I hope, even though you are too young to understand now, that somehow, deep inside, you will remember this moment. You may not remember the words I'm saying, but I hope you remember the love I have for you. Always remember, Y/n, I love you more than words can ever say."
Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. She couldn't afford to break down now, not in front of Y/n. She had to be strong, for both of them. As she pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead, she made a silent vow: no matter what happened, no matter where life took them, she would always find a way to protect Y/n.
Even if they were separated, even if Y/n never remembered her, Natasha would never stop loving her, and she would never stop fighting for her.
Those tear stricken warm minty green eyes are burned into Y/n's mind.
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Your on your own Kid (Natasha Romanoff x reader/daughter)
ActionWhen Natasha was 17 (2002) she had a child... a daughter in fact named Y/n but when Y/n was just 1 years old she was taken from her mother. Natasha tried so hard to not let the red room take her but she couldn't and soon after she escaped and had be...
