Lost in Translation

Home Sweet Home

"Peter?" Natasha called, putting the cap back on her sharpie. "You gotta go now if you don't want to be late."

The teen came flying out of his room, flannel shirt trailing behind him as he slid across the hall in his socks. "Coming!"

"And please don't forget that we have team training tonight, love, I don't want to deal with the pouty face when I tell you Ned can't come over."

Peter grumbled as he pulled on his shoes. "I won't. How's your arm, by the way?"

Natasha rolled her shoulder. "Fine. Same as yesterday, all healed up and not sore at all. You gotta stop beating yourself up about it."

"I feel bad, though," Peter sighed, stuffing a few books into his backpack. "Most people don't let something like stabbing their mothers go too easily."

"You didn't stab me. You just nicked me."

Peter rolled his eyes. The two were enjoying each other's company now that everything was settled. Natasha had gotten a little apartment for the two of them, at least until they got more comfortable with one another. It was hard to suddenly have someone as important as a son or a mom in your life, especially when you'd gone a whole life without them. It was nice, though. Turns out, they were even more alike than they thought. They could land a knife in a target a mile away, sure, but the real similarities were in the way they both liked Rocky Road ice cream and chocolate pudding on Toaster Strudels. It was in the way Natasha started a pun, only for Peter to finish it for her and guess the punchline. It was the way they both ate up reality television shows. It was the way that no one else on the team would spare with either one because they were too quick and too brutal.

"Here's your lunch." Natasha held out the bag. Peter looked over Natasha's artwork. A couple flowers at the bottom of the bag, an apple tree drawn up the side. Peter was scrawled over the top in puffy, cloud-like lettering.

"I like the apple tree. Looks good."

Natasha chuckled. "Grab a coat before you go, it's supposed to be cold today."

Peter webbed his sweat shirt off the back of the couch, making direct eye contact with Natasha as he let the web fly. He didn't mean to, it was just a force of habit now to use them. "I know, I know. No webs in the house." It was a mantra May had drilled into him.

"I wasn't going to say that. I was just going to say that your aim is getting really good."

The two laughed, then Natasha swept Peter into a hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Love you."

"Love you, too, mom. See you later!"

The teen was out of the door and down the steps in a flash, leaving Natasha in the kitchen, her face split into a bright grin. "I gotta call Clint."

**And there's the end! Everything worked out, and no more Alek. Boo him. This book started as an experiment, which is part of why it is so short. I'm not very confident in my skills as far as writing something darker, and the break I took in the middle of this thing to write exclusively fluff really threw me off. That being said, I wanted to give everyone a conclusion and a clean end, which is what I think I did. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! If you did, and you haven't read my other works, please do! I have 2 much longer stories in a series, and a one-shot book with over a hundred chapters, and I'm starting a new