Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

Mama

The Avengers were gathered in the living room, enjoying a rare quiet evening together. Tony was recounting a story that involved three explosions, a robot malfunction, and Clint somehow ending up covered in spaghetti. Everyone was laughing—except Natasha.

Nat sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her eyes wide and distant. She was gripping her knees, her fingers turning white with pressure, trying desperately to keep her composure. But it was getting harder to hold it all in. The room felt too loud, too bright, and everyone's voices blurred together like an overwhelming buzz in her head.

It hit her like a tidal wave: the slip.

Her breathing quickened as the walls around her adult mind came crashing down, and before she could stop it, she fell into her headspace—much younger than she wanted. Panic set in immediately. She hadn't meant to regress here. Not in front of everyone.

Natasha let out a small, broken whimper, her chest tightening with anxiety as her eyes scanned the room. She pulled her legs tighter to her chest, rocking slightly. Too many people. Too loud. It was too much. All she could think about was one thing: Mama.She needed her. Now.

Her lip quivered, and a soft, shaky voice escaped. "M-Mama?"

The conversations stopped. Everyone turned toward her, concern written on their faces.

Steve leaned forward, his voice soft. "Nat, are you okay?"

But Natasha didn't respond. She curled in tighter, her small hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her breathing quick and shallow. She felt lost—utterly out of place—and all she wanted was the person who made her feel safe.

"W-Wanda?" she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible but urgent. Tears brimmed in her eyes as her head darted from side to side, trying to find her caregiver.

Wanda, who had been sitting on the other side of the room, immediately stood when she realized what was happening. "Oh, sweetheart..." she whispered, moving across the room quickly.

Natasha let out a relieved, hiccuping sob as Wanda knelt down in front of her. "Mama..." she whimpered again, and in an instant, Wanda's arms were around her, pulling her into a protective embrace.

"I've got you, baby," Wanda murmured, rubbing Nat's back gently. "It's okay, you're safe. Mama's here."

Nat buried her face in Wanda's shoulder, clinging to her like a lifeline as tears slipped down her cheeks. The panic started to melt away the moment Wanda held her close. The sounds and stares from the others no longer mattered—she had found her mama. That was all that mattered.

Wanda pressed a kiss to Natasha's temple. "You're doing so good, darling. Just breathe with me, okay?"

Natasha sniffled and nodded, her body still trembling but starting to relax. Wanda rocked her slowly, whispering soothing words.

The rest of the team exchanged soft glances, some of them shifting awkwardly, unsure what to do. Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Clint gently nudged him, shaking his head as if to say, Let them be.

Wanda turned her head slightly, addressing the group without breaking her focus on Nat. "Can someone grab her blanket from her room?"

Clint was already halfway up the stairs before anyone else could react.

"Shh, Mama's got you," Wanda continued to soothe as Natasha's breathing evened out, her little mind finally settling in the safety of her caregiver's arms.

Clint returned moments later, draping the soft blanket over Nat and Wanda. Natasha curled into the warmth, her grip on Wanda's shirt loosening slightly now that she felt cocooned and safe.

Wanda gave everyone a grateful smile and whispered, "We'll be okay. Just give us some time."

The team quietly backed away, giving them space. Natasha let out a tiny sigh, her tears drying as the world shrunk to just her and her mama. And in that moment, with her head tucked under 

Wanda's chin and the gentle sway of her caregiver's arms, everything felt right again.