Mama Nat [On Hold]

Thunder ✓

Boom! Thunder clapped, lighting crashed, Peter screamed. Boom! Peter ran.

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The small seven year old boy had been playing with his NERF guns in his room while waiting for his mother to get back from a meeting when the thunder started. He glanced out the window and saw the crack of lightning and screamed. Dropping his newest NERF gun he sprinted from the room and down the hall. It wasn't long until he'd snuck through enough security doors to reach the main deck and spotted his mother.

"Extraction was a suc-" He pelted forward and crashed into her legs, making her stumble slightly and stop her sentence. "Pete?" He pushed himself into her legs, holding on tightly. "What's wrong?" The whole base knew about the little boy, but rarely got to see Natasha interact with him. The child just sniffled and let out a quiet sob. "Baby, what is it?" She pried his arms from around her legs making him shake his head but she ignored it and crouched down. He hugged her fiercely and cried into her shoulder. Shrugging, the spy wrapped her arms around her kid and stood up, letting him cling to her as she continued. "The extraction was successful, we got the agents out as promised and here is the flash drive you wanted." She pulled a flash drive out of her utility belt.
"Thank you agent Romanoff." Coulson told her. She nodded at her handler, petting Peter's hair but otherwise not noticing the child in her arms.
"You're welcome sir." She glanced at the fifty or so present agents and then back at her son - who had fallen asleep against her. "I'll take this one back to his room and be back with you presently." Coulson nodded as she left.

The second she entered their room she heard the thunder - why on earth they had a room closest to the outside she didn't know but she ignored that fact and laid her son down in her bed, covering him with blankets.

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Twelve year old Peter was happily reading some of Dr Banner's unpublished papers, sat on his bay window at the Stark Tower. The rain was soothing as he read, leaving him tranquil and content taking in the knowledge. But that didn't last.

The first thunder clap was distant, far away and quiet. He knew it was there and the anxiety set in for a moment, but lightning didn't follow and five minutes passed with not a sound so he relaxed again.

The second thunder clap was less forgiving. It was loud and close and frightening. Peter squeaked and fell off his seat in fear. The brown haired boy peeked over the seat and out the window to see the flash of lightning before jumping back and hiding.

The third thunder clap was worse; close enough and powerful enough to rattle his brain and leave him scrambling to his bed where he dived under the covers and wrapped them around himself.

It was a long hour of crying in fear of the loud, unrelenting noises outside before his door creaked open.
"You okay Peter?" He recognised the voice as Wanda - the only other teenager in the tower who just so happened to be like a protective sister to the boy. He was about to respond but another clap interrupted him making him squeak instead. "Oh Pete." The witch rushed over. "It's okay." She clambered into his bed and wrapped his blanket covered body in her arms, shifting to pull him as close as possible. "It's okay. I've got you." Her voice soothed him enough to snuggle into her shoulder, letting his slowing tears soak her shirt. With his face emerged from the cocoon of blankets, Wanda could see the desperate fear sketched there. "I've got you." Slowly Wanda released a haze of red, cocooning the two in the mist and blocking out the outside world.

Slowly Peter relaxed, unable to hear the booming thunder, and sagged against Wanda.
"You're scared of thunder?" She asked, her Sokovian accent thick in her concern. He nodded and buried his face further into her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I've got you. It's gone, I promise." The small boy looked around and noticed the scarlet protective shield around them.
"Thank you." He croaked, letting the blankets slip off his shoulders. "It's silly."
"Not at all, everyone's scared of something, come here Petey." She laid down and opened her arms, letting him crawl over and hug her.

They lay surrounded in crimson for hours before they fell asleep. Maria found them curled up together when collecting Peter for dinner and decided to leave them there and keep their food warm in the oven for later.

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Rain pelted against the meeting room's floor to ceiling windows. The Avengers were having an important meeting with General Ross, General Talbot, Director Fury and Director Coulson, everyone was present. It was going as well as it could be going, considering Ross was there.

A sudden clap of thunder had Peter jumping from his seat and landing in Natasha's lap, fear already overtaking his body. The redhead held him close and rubbed his back and continued her point

"Yes, I agree General. The Avengers need someone to watch over us and direct us, but no we shouldn't be used only as a last resort. If we were more coordinated, less mistakes would happen, I agree, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be allowed to go out there and do our jobs."
"And exactly what job is that Agent Romanoff? Hero or mother?" Ross gestured to the child in her arms.
"To protect those that need protecting." She growled back, hand still soothingly rubbing circles on her son's back.
"It seems like heroes are harming the world rather than saving it. How many more invasions have we had since Iron Man was created?"
"I'd like to point out that Iron Man isn't the reason for this." Fury spoke up. "We nearly had our planet blown out of the galaxy back in the nineties which is what fueled the Avengers Initiative in the first place."
"Loki planned on taking Earth whether we could defend ourselves or not. Hydra has been around longer than any of our heroes, so our main target cannot be down to that either. Your point, thus, is invalid." Coulson informed. Peter whimpered into Natasha's chest as another bout of thunder came, tears springing to his eyes. Wanda, who was sat beside Natasha, gently ran her magic through Peter's hair to calm him down.
"Peter's scared of a little lightning?" Sam asked, teasing smile in his face. "Oh mighty Spiderman?"
"Sam, back off!" Wanda growled while Natasha glared, holding her son to her chest. Yes he was almost seventeen, but he was still her baby and her baby just so happened to be terrified of thunder.