Your on your own Kid (Natasha Romanoff x reader/daughter)

Chapter 3: 2016

The tension in the air was palpable as Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Alexei Shostakovich, and Melina Vostokoff emerged victorious from the chaos of the Red Room. After years of torment and manipulation, they had finally dismantled the operation that had held them captive for so long. But freedom came with a heavy price, one that Natasha felt keenly in her heart.

"We did it," Yelena said, a mixture of relief and disbelief in her voice as she looked around at the ruins of their past. "But at what cost? It feels like we've only just begun to fight."

"I can't shake this feeling," Natasha replied, her voice low and filled with determination. "We've taken down the Red Room, but my daughter—Y/n—she's still out there. I have to find her."

"Nat, we'll find her," Melina reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You've fought tooth and nail to escape. Now it's time to find what's left of your family."

"I've lost so much already," Natasha whispered, her mind flooded with memories of the last time she held Y/n. It had been a whirlwind of emotions on that fateful day, October 18th, 2003, when the Red Room agents stormed in and ripped her away. Y/n had just turned one two days earlier, and Natasha had been forced to fight, to protect a daughter she couldn't even cradle in her arms anymore. "I fought so hard to keep her safe, and they just... took her from me."

"We're still on the run," Alexei reminded them, his voice gruff but laced with empathy. "We need to stay one step ahead of the authorities. The world doesn't know about Y/n. If they find out, they could use her against you."

"I don't care!" Natasha snapped, her fierce gaze meeting Alexei's. "I won't let that happen. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her, even if it means going against the world."

The others exchanged concerned glances, knowing how deep Natasha's pain ran. She had been just a girl, barely eighteen, when she was forced to fight in the Red Room, enduring the torture and pain of her past, and now, with freedom finally within her grasp, the specter of her daughter's absence loomed larger than ever.

"What do you think Y/n is doing now?" Yelena asked, her tone shifting to a more somber note. "She doesn't even know you're her mother."

Natasha felt a pang of guilt stab at her heart. "She has no idea who I am," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "She was born into that hell. I fought to get her out, but I couldn't protect her. I don't even know if she's safe... or if she remembers me at all."

Alexei crossed his arms, looking thoughtful. "If we can find her, we can make her understand. She deserves to know the truth."

"Fury knows," Natasha said, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. "He's the only one who knows about Y/n. I have to find him. If anyone can help us, it's Nick."

"Then we need to move fast," Melina urged, scanning the area for any sign of danger. "We're not out of the woods yet. The longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get caught."

"I won't let anything happen to her," Natasha declared, a fierce fire igniting in her heart. "Not again. I'll tear apart the world if I have to, but I will find Y/n."

As they hurried toward their next destination, Natasha couldn't shake the image of her daughter from her mind. The thought of Y/n—who she had lost, who she still longed for—filled her with both anguish and resolve. No matter the risks, she would do everything in her power to reunite with the daughter she had never truly known, to give her the family she deserved.

They made their way to the Quinjet, the hum of the engines a stark reminder of their precarious situation.

"Where to, Nat?" Yelena asked, looking over at her sister.

"First, we find Fury. Then... we find Y/n," Natasha replied, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside her. "I won't rest until I have her back."

"Together," Yelena said, placing a hand on Natasha's arm. "We'll find her together."

As they took off into the night sky, Natasha felt a flicker of hope. The journey ahead would be fraught with danger, but she was determined. No matter what it took, she would find her daughter—her Y/n—and finally bring her home.

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