Scarlett Johansson/Natasha Romanoff X Daughter Oneshots

S.J | Where were you? pt 3

December 25th

I have no fucking idea of how Scarlett managed to convince me to come home for Christmas, but she did. So now I've landed in New York and I'm on my way to her house.

Because it's never been my home.

I watch as the world flows by outside of the small taxi. It has no idea about the emotional storm raging within me.

Everything hurts. But most of all, I'm scared. Because deep down, something in me is hoping that it has changed. That she has changed.

I'm suddenly 12 again, standing outside of my mother's house only days after my father passed, hoping for the same thing.

That she wants me.

I know I'm stupid. I know she won't. But I can't help but hope.

I know it's stupid, but sometimes I miss my mom.

Then the taxi driver pulls up in front of her house and it all becomes real.

I'm back.

My body braces for impact as I drag my suitcase up the steps to the door. I'm full of this sinking, cold feeling that drags me down and makes me stop dead in my tracks.

I'm not welcome here.

But before I can leave, Colin shoves the door open. His eyes land on me and, for a moment, his eyes gloss over.

"Merry Christmas (Y/N)" he stutters stepping aside so that I can enter. "Please, come in."

The house smells the same as it did the day I left. The foyer looks exactly the same except for the pictures of me being gone.

I'm not welcome here.

I let the feeling sink in for a moment. All the pictures from my childhood are removed from the foyer, not that there were a lot to begin with. The spots where they used to hang are now covered in photos of Rose and Cosmo. Of course they are.

Colin looks as uncomfortable as I feel, his eyes darting around the room to avoid mine.

"Is Scarlett here or has she fled the house?" I find it in myself to ask him, to which he nods.

"No, she's here. I can go and get her."

He leaves me standing there like an idiot with two suitcases.

But then he returns, this time with Scarlett trailing behind him. She has Cosmo propped up on her hip, even though he's three and a half at this point. When I see him, my gut sinks.

I don't hate my siblings, it's just hard to love them when they're always more important than me.

"Merry Christmas (Y/N)!" She says, but she doesn't lean in to hug me.

I mutter a low 'you too' before we move to sit in the living room, leaving my bags in the foyer.

Rose is nowhere to be seen, and maybe that's a good thing. It's just me, Scarlett, Colin and Cosmo. The silence is deafening, so Colin offers me an eggnog. Since I'm eighteen, I can't have any alcohol in it unfortunately but it's still good. I tell him that and lean back in my seat just as Rose comes thundering down the stairs.

"Mommy where is my-" she stops dead in her tracks when she spots me.

Then she turns to Scarlett, her little green eyes glittering in the dim light from the candles.

"Mommy did you actually make my Christmas wish come true?" Her voice is filled with a mix of surprise and sadness that breaks my heart.

Scarlett nods and smiled sadly, shocked by her daughter's response to me being here.