Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

🍼🖤🕷️Colouring💭🔲◻️

The sound of little giggles echoed through the cozy living room as Natasha sat on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her, surrounded by an assortment of crayons and coloring books. Her hair was pulled back into two loose pigtails, tied with soft pink ribbons, and she wore an oversized sweater that nearly swallowed her small frame.

Y/N watched her from the couch, sipping a cup of tea and smiling warmly. Natasha was deep in concentration, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she carefully colored in a picture of a princess.

"You're doing such a good job, sweetheart," Y/N said softly, setting her tea down on the side table.

Natasha looked up, her cheeks pink with pride. "Really?"

"Of course!" Y/N knelt beside her, pointing to the perfectly colored-in dress. "Look at how you stayed inside the lines. You're an artist!"

Natasha giggled, a shy little sound, and held up the crayon in her hand. "This one's for her hair. It's red, like mine!"

"Perfect choice," Y/N agreed, leaning down to press a kiss to Natasha's temple. "Do you want me to help, or are you the boss of this masterpiece?"

"I'm the boss," Natasha declared, her giggles turning into a tiny roar of confidence.

"Well, Madame Boss," Y/N teased, sitting cross-legged beside her, "let me know if you need an assistant. I make a mean sparkle effect."

Natasha grinned, handing Y/N a glitter crayon. "Okay, you can do the sparkles."

As they worked together, Y/N kept a steady stream of soft, encouraging words, occasionally brushing a stray strand of hair out of Natasha's face or handing her a new crayon. Natasha's little headspace was so peaceful, and Y/N treasured these moments when the world seemed to slow down and Natasha could just be her sweet, little self.

When the masterpiece was finished, Natasha held it up triumphantly. "Ta-da!"

"It's perfect," Y/N said, clapping her hands lightly. "Should we put it on the fridge?"

"Yes!" Natasha said with a big nod, bouncing to her feet and running toward the kitchen.

Y/N followed her, smiling as she grabbed a magnet to secure Natasha's creation in the place of honor. "There we go," she said, stepping back. "The fridge has never looked better."

Natasha beamed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thanks, Mama."

Y/N's heart melted at the sound of the endearment. She scooped Natasha up into a warm hug, spinning her around just enough to make her laugh.

"Anything for my little girl," Y/N said, holding her close.

And for the rest of the day, the world outside could wait. It was just Y/N and her little Natasha, wrapped up in their safe and happy bubble.