natasha romanoff x fem!reader one-shots

𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 💋

a/n: (requested) family vacation in rome <3

also i noticed ive been adding the 18+ tag (smut tag) to things that aren't purely smut so ill stop doing that; this does contain smut tho so be aware of that

It's an idea you have while still half asleep and scrolling through your phone. Sweaty, nursing bra undone, your cheek smushed into a pillow. Natasha isn't doing better — she's sprawled out on her stomach next to you, her fingers brushing against Niko's toes as he nurses.

Maybe it's not the best idea. You're both basically out of money. Doing something like this with a five month old borders on deranged. You barely have your shit together when at home — in your own apartment, in a country where you understand the official language. You're sleep deprived and in no condition to make a decision like that. But multiple parts of you yearn to escape for at least a week or two.

"I wanna go to Italy", you mumble, turning around your phone. Natasha peeks at the screen with squinted eyes. "Look how pretty."

She closes her eyes again and huffs. "You're insane."

"No, I'm in need of a break." You put your phone aside and reach out to pinch her earlobe. She doesn't even have the energy to jolt up. Niko kept the two of you up all night long. "So are you."

"I'm fine", she says and yawns. You raise your eyebrows.

Natasha isn't fine. Finals combined with a teething baby (that also went through a growth spurt not too long ago) drained her. Juggling college and basketball are hard enough, but add a baby to the mix and it's near impossible to stay sane.

"Come on", you drawl, running your fingertips down her arm this time. "Just the three of us. We'll eat pizza."

Without a word, she grabs her own phone and slides her finger a couple times. When she shows you the screen, a picture of a pizza on DoorDash has appeared. You roll your eyes and shove her hand away.

"Pizza", she declares proudly. "Fifteen minute delivery. I'll get the Italian flag on Amazon and we're peachy."

The look you give her makes her recoil a little. Niko unlatches, gurgles, then happily spits up all over you. The next look is even more intimidating, so Natasha grabs her phone again to show you a kiddie pool.

She gets hit in the face with a pillow before she can utter her next words. Instead, a grunt comes out of her. It's not too different from the sound she made in a different situation last night.

"Hey!"

"No", you retort, awkwardly turning around to grab some wet wipes. Niko's on his back now, yawning and smiling at Natasha. "Forget it. You're not half-assing this."

She rubs her face, frowning. It's not like she doesn't want to go on vacation — part of her is just hesitant. You don't have the money to go, after all. Maybe if you ask your parents it'd be a different story, but she's already desperate to prove that she can provide for you on her own.

"It's a nice alternative", she mutters, tossing her phone aside. Niko immediately tries reaching for it with his chubby hands. "We could have a nice time here, as well."

"Maybe", you agree, focusing on the baby again. She might be right. You're trying to convince yourself she is. Traveling with an infant seems like a task you're not ready for.

That half hearted, slightly mopey response doesn't hold up long. Not even five hours later — Niko screaming, your neighbors blasting heavy metal music, the stroller protesting against being folded again — you both give each other a look.