It was a warm Sunday evening in the tower, Peter was sat on the roof of the enormous building, legs swinging and looking off into the sunset. 'Like in one of those cheesy movies that May liked..'
His eyes became glassy as he allowed his thoughts to wonder, a sad nostalgic smile on his lips as memories of May and Ben came up. He sniffled and looked up to the sky, knowing somewhere, deep inside, that they were watching down on him, they had to be.
His super hearing picked up the ping of the elevator from the floor below and the rusty ladder to get to the roof being pulled down. He wiped his eyes and waited for the door to open. It opens. Footsteps. The black widow sits next to him silently. Her right hand links with his and she pulls his head into her shoulder, her left hand carding itself through peters scruffy hair.
Hours later, when the sun has set, Tony is on the couch on his and Peter's floor, watching TV. The elevator pings and he spots Natasha carrying a sleeping [(cuuutttteeee)] Peter bridal style. He follows her as she takes him to his room and sets him on the double bed. Together they undress him and put on his iron man pj's- Tony's idea. They tuck him in and Natasha kisses his cheek before they leave the slumbering boy alone. The soft snoring the only indication of life.
A.N so basically I really wanted to have Natasha be the silently loving mother in this, like she's big and scary to all the avengers and then turns to Peter like 'have a good day a school honey!'
Natasha is the ultimate mother spider. Enjoy ❤️😙
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FanfictionOne shots between Peter and the avengers. Some will have slight angst- you have been warned
