Scarlett Johansson/Natasha Romanoff X Daughter Oneshots

N.R | Auntie Nat. pt 2

Your age: 14

Natasha's age: 34

Prompt: You're the oldest of the Barton siblings, but you don't look anything like them.

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My heart stops as the words sink in.

To the fact that (Y/N) is your kid, not ours.

I'm her kid.

It explains so much. Why she hates me. Why I look nothing like my siblings.

I'm her kid.

That's why she never wants to see me.

Because I'm her kid.

The from door slams below me and it pulls me back to reality.

I don't even need to look to know that she's left. And the steps that are working their way up the stairs can only be one person.

Dad walks over and sits down on the floor next to me. Then he puts his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me close. I fight my tears for a few seconds, I really do. But I lose and they start running down my cheeks.

"It's okay." Dad whispers in my ear.

Can I even call him dad?

Everything I've ever known is built on a lie. My family is a lie. I am one too.

It hurts so much.

"Why?" I manage to say between sobs.

I don't need to specify, he knows. His eyes grow sympathetic and warm like they always do.

"She wasn't ready. She's still not ready."

He's right. Of course he is. But it still hurts so much.

"That's why she's never here when I'm home, isn't it?"

Dad drops his eyes and lets out a breath.

"I think she's scared." He finally says.

Scared of what? Of me?

"She's scared of getting to know you. Deep down she knows what a good person you are, but she's too scared to show it." His hand rubs up and down my back in slow, comforting movements.

"How did you come up with this arrangement?" My tears have tried up by now, the salty liquid still lingering on my cheeks.

"When I found her in Budapest, she was so lost. Their only thing they had on her was you. That's why she worked to hard as an assassin. Because she had to keep you alive. So when we got you back from them and she was finally free, we decided that you were going to grow up here. Her reason was that she wasn't ready and that she needed time. And even though that might've been why this started, it's not why it's continued." He pauses, like he's contemplating on how to proceed. "She begged us to tell you that we were your parents, not her. Nat simply only wanted to be that to you, Nat. And that's how it's been. I've tried for so many years to get her to talk to you, but she always says no."

He lets me process for a few seconds before continuing.

"I don't know what happened last night, or if you said something. But she seemed really shaken up, like you'd suddenly called her mom or something."