Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader One-shots

College - NR

Based off of today's events that actually happened with me and my mum. Mama!Nat reader is 16 :D TW- slap 👋🏻

Y/N's POV

Monday mornings. The day of the week everyone loves more than anything. It's no so bad when you have Natasha Romanoff aka your mum, waking you up though. Just like any other day I have college she's sat on my bed with a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. "Morning, моя любовь (my love)." She says with a smile, pushing any straight hairs out my face. "Morning mum..." I mumble sticking my head straight back into my pillow.

In one swift movement the covers are taken off of me and my pillow under my head is removed. I winced at the cold air and mum had this smug smile on her face. "Thanks mum. You can go now so I can get ready." I sat up and she began to walk towards the door. "If I get a call saying your not in college again by the way I will not be happy young lady."

"Yeah yeah bye mum" I ushered her out the room. She left and shut the door and I groaned loudly, rolling my eyes. Mum put my hair in a braid last night so when I took my hair out it all went wavy. I got up, got myself dressed brushed my teeth, sorted.

I made my way downstairs to the table and saw mum sat there with a smile seeing me actually ready for college because i've only been doing half-days due to my mental health being so shit recently (haha i'm fine i promise :D). "I'm dropping you off so you can't run away for the day and pretend you have gone in" Mum smirks. "Okay yeah sure whatever" I say bluntly. "Don't speak to me like that Y/N/N I just want you to do well, дорогой (sweetheart)."

"Okay whatever mum." I huff. I strut over to the toaster and sort 2 pieces of toast out for myself. "Y/N you alright?" Wanda asked looking at me weirdly. I nodded and pulled my hood up over my head and then put another coat on top of myself. "You're gonna overheat Y/N take a layer off." Mum said from behind me. I just pulled my other hood up and went back into my room with my plate of toast.

The whole room was glaring at me. I had a hoodie on and a coat and they're looking at me as if I killed Alpine, which is Bucky's cat. Not that i'd ever do that. When I got into my room I locked my door and started to sort my bag out. Water, extra hoodie, pen. We're good. I feel like i'm missing something but oh well, i'm sure it's fine. I slumped down on my bed and opened Tik Tok. I posted this edit the other day that I spent hours on and it's on 50 views and 20 likes. God why is it flopping so bad am I that bad at editing?

My thoughts were disturbed by someone knocking at my door. I got up and unlocked it. Mum was stood there with a, worried face? "Cmon we gotta get you to college" She smiled. I swung my bag over my back and we walked out the compound. Everyone said bye to me but I just ignored it, looking forward to a day of being alone.

Mum and I drove in an awkward silence. It's been like this for a year or so now. We just don't talk like we used to and it's all my fault. Soon enough we pulled up outside my college and I left the car without saying goodbye.

Not many people were in today as it's 9am and it's a Monday, plus there's only like 12 people in my class. As I approach the door It's safe to say i'm perplexed as it doesn't open. Shit. Where's my fucking lanyard. I check my coat pockets. Nothing. My hoodie pockets. Nothing. I get my bag out and sort through all my bag. For fucks sake. Mums gonna kill me.

The only thing I can do in this situation is walk home and come back for my afternoon class. I walk away back up the road and send mum a message 'left my lanyard at home'. She leaves it on read then replied with 'okay👌🏻'

I shrugged off the strange response and began walking home, back through where I had just come down from. It's like a 40 minute walk home so it's not too bad. Then my phone started ringing. Mum. Fuck. I hesitatated before picking up.

"Hey, did you get into college alright?" Mum said through the phone.
"No I can't get in without my lanyard so I'm coming home to get it and going back in for my afternoon class" I already know mum is rolling her eyes at me through the screen.
"You can't. If you come home I will be so angry with you." She spoke.
"Do you prefer me walking round town and spending all my money?" I reply sarcastically.
"Get home right now. We're having a talk. I'm beyond livid. You haven't been in for a while day in the 4 weeks you've been there!" She angrily says.
"Bye Mum" I say hanging up. Ima get my ass beat when I get home.

Soon after the phone call with mum i've got 7 missed calls off of mum, 3 off of Wanda, 4 off of Tony and 6 off of Yelena. Fucks sake. I open the front door and all eyes land on me. "Room now." Mum shouts angrily. I throw my bag across the room and walk upstairs.

We both got into my room and Mum was accompanied by auntie Yelena, probably to stop her from going insane and end up doing somet she regretted. "I've told you Countless times! College is something you wanted to do! If you wanna fail so bad, Just quit now because I guarantee you, you will be kicked off." Mum shouted angrily. Yelena had ahold of one of her arms. I've never really been scared of mum like everyone else so this was nothing compared to what i've dealt with before. "And get that smug smile off your face before I wipe it off for you!"

In that moment something snapped in mum and she stormed over to me, breaking free of Yelena's grasp and slapped me round the face. Yelena ran over to Nat and held both her back. Mums face had regret all over it. "Shit.." She mumbled. I was paralysed. Mum had never hit me before like yeah when I was a kid she would spank me if I did something wrong but.. she hasn't done it in years. I stood up and mum tried to walk over to me but I flinched backwards. "Baby.. please-" Mum tried. "I'm gonna spend a few days at Dads."

My dad was this random guy mum somehow got pregnant with. "No baby please. You said you wanna live with me just stay here please.." I walked back into the living room where everyone was looking at me. I picked up my bag and left through the front door. Not looking back.