Paints and Pencils (Natasha Romanoff X Fem! Reader)

Chapter 1- A new addition

(y/n), the seer and person who has been helping SHEILD from the shadows, is sitting on a bench in Central Park. It early morning. The sun just climbing into the sky. The grass is still covered in morning dew and at was still a bit chilly. She was the only one there.

A bird landed down on the sidewalk in front of her and pecked at the ground. It was a sign. She moved her head, looking towards the entrance to the park. A figure costumed in red and blue spandex, a backpack over one shoulder, came running into the park. He stopped and looked around, his eyes landing on (y/n). She waved and gestured for him to come over.

He walked over slowly and stopped just next to the bench. She looked at him quizzically and patted the spot next to her that she had dried for him. The boy sat down cautiously and (y/n) smiled at him.

"I am (y/n). I take it that you are Peter Parker-Stark."

"Um, yeah. I am." He said quietly. It was obvious he was nervous.

The pair slipped into a semi-awkward silence. They stared at the sky and the scenery around them. (Y/N) glanced at her superhero companion and noticed he was shivering. 

"Peter, we can go to a cafe if you're cold. I know one just down the street. They have great hot chocolate."

"That sounds nice. Yeah, let's go." Peter stood, (y/n) following. She grabbed her bag of the bench and they started towards the cafe.

~Time skip~

Peter and (y/n) laughed as a story was told about (y/n) spilling an entire bucket of paint on her crush in high school. It was completely embarrassing at the time but, now, looking back at it, the situation was quite funny. 

The laughter quieted and (y/n) took a sip of her hot chocolate. She stopped to look at Peter, who was eating some of the whipped cream of the top of hit mug. 

"What about you? You have any one you like Peter?" At this Peter choked on the hot chocolate he had started drinking and his face flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink. "Ohoho, so there is a someone." (y/n) laughed lightly. 

"Yeah . . ." Peter trailed off and looked down at his hot chocolate.

"Hey, Peter, what's wrong?" (y/n) reached across the table and placed her hand on Peters.

"It's just. . . why would they like me? I mean, he's funny and cute and could do much better than me." (y/n) gasped.

"Peter, hun, anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart and adorable and a great person and if they can't see that, they aren't worth your time. Plus, I would be shocked if they didn't like you." (y/n) smiled softly at him, and Peter eyes lit up as he smiled back at her.

"Thanks, Auntie (y/n)." He grinned at her. Peter really felt she had earned the title. She told him stories and listened to his in return. (y/n) had always been nice and encouraging and Peter felt as though he could talk to her and tell her anything and she wouldn't mind. They had really bonded over the past few hours.

"Anytime, Peter." (y/n) felt her heart melt a little at the adorable spider child in front of her and glanced down at the watch on her wrist. "We've been here a while, Pete. Let me pay the bill and then I'll take you home." Peter hummed in agreement as he finished his hot chocolate and (y/n) waved over the waitress. "Can I have the bill please, Sarah?" The woman replied with an of course and left, coming back a few seconds later with the bill. (y/n) payed, tipped the nice waitress 25% and stood along with Peter. She grabbed her bag and hung it on her shoulder as she followed Peter to the door. 

The waitress called out a goodbye as they left and the pair started down the street. 

"Hey Pete, let me see your phone." Peter looked at her quizzically but complied. (y/n) opened his phone, added herself into his contacts and handed it back to him. "You now have my number. I expect you to call if you every need anything Peter. Anything at all. You need to talk, advice, anything. I'm just one call away." 

"Thank you." Peter smiled at her and she ruffled his hair. Peter gasped as he saw two guys walking down the street. "Two bros chillin' on the street, five feet apart cuz' they're not gay." (y/n) broke into a fit of laughter.

"Peter, what was that?!" She asked, clutching her stomach. Peter, once again, gasped.

"You mean you don't know about the best thing in the universe?!?!?! Oh, this is not going to work, Aunt (y/n)." And so with that Peter spent the rest of the walk to Stark Towers teaching the new addition to his large family about pop culture and what teens like him (A/N: and me) spend their time doing.