Chapter 8: Reunion

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Pov y/n

Around noon on the next day, the quintjet lands on the field. I watch from my room and sprint down the stairs and almost run into Cooper who must have seen the jet too.
He opens the front door quickly and we go onto the porch, waiting for the team to get out of the jet.

I see my mom, coming towards the house and I can't stay put and run to her, hugging her tightly as I reach her. She wraps her arms around me and we almost fall because of the speed I build up during running but she keeps her balance.
Her hug feels like home and I feel myself relax, knowing she is safe and with me again.

"Hey, malyschka." She says and brushes softly through my hair as we separate.
"You're back." I smile widely and my eyes start to scan her body for any injuries.
She never went on a mission this dangerous before, at least not that I know of and I feel the worry inside me that built up over the past few days.

My mom cups my face and shifts my head to meet my eyes.
"Bruce checked me out and I'm great. Just a few little scratches but they will be healed in a few days. So nothing you have to worry about."
I look for any signs of a lie in her eyes but she is being honest with me so I let it go and nod.

After another short hug, we go back to the house where mom is greeted by Lila who jumps into her arms.
She spins her around before she sets her down again, saying hello to Laura.
They talk shortly before she comes upstairs with me to help me pack my bags.
Even though I really enjoyed, staying with the Bartons, I'm glad to head home again. I love them all very much but they still aren't my home and my family. And it was also strange, being without my mom over this long of a time period and knowing what she's up against. Maybe, just maybe it's a good thing, she isn't allowed to talk to me about her missions.

The quintjet is almost empty and it's just Clint, my mom and Steve.
I am glad Steve is with us because he takes over the flying part and I can talk to my mom.
"So, you won?"
She smiles and tugs a strain of hair behind my ear.
"We did. We fought him and saved the people of Sokovia. Sadly we couldn't save the city itself because it was kind of a ticking time bomb so Thor took care of that."
"We saw that on the news. We also saw you guys on there and it looked...intense. Is it always like this when you are on a mission?" I can't hide the worry in my voice and mom takes my hands because I started fiddling with my fingers.

"No, they aren't. Most of the time they are way more calm and less dangerous. Some are a bit more risky but compared to today, it's almost nothing. So there is no need to worry about me or upcoming missions. We're always at least two people so we can help and take care of each other. It's impossible to not get hit at all, counting all the endless missions I went on but I can take a punch and they aren't that bad. Please don't start worrying too much about it. If the mission seems too dangerous, I would simply tell them 'no' because I can't risk everything, especially not you, moya lyubov."

She kisses my temple and pulls me in for a hug from the side and I lean my head against her shoulder, feeling less anxious for her now.

After a bit of comfortable silence, mom starts talking again.
"We will go back home now and there we will start packing because we're moving. Not just us but all of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. We figured, it wasn't really safe in the tower anymore and Tony was working on a compound for a little while now and it's ready for us to move in. Furniture will be there so we just take our stuff and leave the bed, desk, drawer and everything there. The rooms in the compound are supposed to be a little bigger and we won't have to share bathrooms anymore. Each room has an own bathroom and not two rooms one. One of us will drive you to school and pick you up since it's a little bit more outside the city."

Her eyes rest on me as she waits for my reaction.
I let the new information sink in and try to process them.
I've spent my entire life in the tower, growing up there and everything. Well not everything, of course I have some friends I go out with to grab something to eat or do some silly stuff. I always had my freedom, up to a certain level since I'm still the Black Widow's daughter.

The thought of leaving it makes me a little sad, it's always been my home. But I guess they have valid arguments, safety goes first and maybe it can be exciting to life somewhere else and see new stuff and explore every corner.
Change doesn't automatically have to be bad and I decide to look forward to it.
Mom's eyes are on me, still waiting for a reaction. I nod slowly and look at her. "Okay, I'm okay with this, I think. A little sad that we leave the tower but I am looking forward to my own bath."

I smirk as my mom nudges my shoulder a little.
"You're the one, taking an eternity in there in the mornings."
We laugh a little before I rest my head against the wall and look at her.

"You're not allowed to get any further into detail about your mission, right? Because it kinda bugs me, what Ultron had in mind and what his plans for the future were. How did you beat him?"
I start fiddling with my fingers again, not really noticing it.
"You're right, I'm not allowed to. But you also don't have to worry. I get that it's upsetting and it's valid that you feel scared and want to know more. Sadly I am not allowed to give any more details. The most important thing you should know is that he is gone for good and won't threaten anyone anymore."
She takes my hands back in hers to calm my nerves and I nod, expecting this kind of answer but also being glad, he is gone and not a threat.

The rest of the flight is more quiet because I feel myself getting tired and dozing of on my mom's shoulder, since I stayed up late quite a lot of nights, mostly overthinking and worrying.
But now this isn't something I have to do anymore and my body runs out of adrenaline and I drift of into a slight sleep while we fly to the tower, before we move into the compound.

A/n: And we're together with Nat again.
Translations:
Malyschka = baby
Moya lyubov = my love

Thanks for reading and love to you all <3

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