Covert Affair Oneshots | Natasha Romanoff

Mother's Day

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Growing up in the Red Room, Natasha endured a life of relentless training and manipulation that stripped her of her childhood and any semblance of innocence. The bitter reality of her past haunted her, particularly the haunting thought that she would never have the chance to be a mother. It felt like another layer of her identity had been stolen, leaving her with a profound sense of loss. The idea of motherhood became a distant dream—something beautiful and unattainable, further deepening her feelings of being a monster unworthy of love.

But now, Natasha had experienced the impossible. She was a mother to Stella and Atlas, and every moment spent with them filled her heart with a joy she never thought she would know. Yet, even amidst this happiness, echoes of her past sometimes lingered, reminding her of the scars that shaped her.

Jenna understood Natasha's struggles on a deeply intimate level. She had seen the flickers of doubt in Natasha's eyes—the fleeting moments when old insecurities resurfaced. Jenna knew how much Natasha hated feeling like she was broken

That's why, as Mother's Day approached, Jenna was determined to make it special. She wanted Natasha to feel loved and cherished, to embrace the beautiful family they had created together. Jenna could see how much Natasha poured her heart into being a mother—how she would do anything to protect and nurture their children.

Their children were now old enough to appreciate and acknowledge the love Natasha had given them, and Jenna wanted to ensure that Natasha felt that love reflected back at her. 

Jenna wanted to create a sense of belonging for Natasha. She was a vital part of their family—a loving partner and an incredible mother. Jenna wanted her to understand that.

And that's how she was here.

It was Mother's Day morning, and the soft golden light poured through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the floor. Jenna quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Natasha. The day was all about making Natasha feel special, and Jenna was determined to pull off the perfect surprise.

It seemed like nothing could rouse Natasha these days once she got comfortable in bed. Jenna couldn't help but smile as she glanced back at Natasha, her red hair fanned out across the pillow, catching the light like a halo. The strands glimmered in shades of copper and auburn, framing her face in a way that made her look ethereal. Natasha's features were serene, her lips slightly parted in sleep. It was Jenna's favorite thing to wake up too.

As she creaked the bedroom door open, she found 5-year-old Stella and 4-year-old Atlas standing outside, their tiny bodies literally vibrating. Jenna quickly put her finger to her lips, signaling them to be quiet. They nodded, biting their lips to suppress giggles, their eyes darting between each other, clearly struggling to contain their excitement.

With a swift motion, Jenna scooped them up, one under each arm, and tiptoed down the hall. The wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath their weight, but they managed to make their way to the kitchen without making too much noise. Once they reached the kitchen, Jenna gently set them down on their feet.

"Okay, my little artists, why don't you go draw Mama some cards?" she suggested. She watched as they eagerly nodded, their giggles finally bubbling over. They dashed to the kitchen table, where Jenna had already set out some bright-colored construction paper, crayons, and glitter.

While the kids got busy with their art, Jenna turned her attention to preparing Natasha's favorite food: pizza. It was a simple dish, but for Natasha, it held a deeper meaning—it was comfort food that reminded her of their early days together, and it was something they could easily find on missions, after Jenna's class, or even on the run.