Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

relapse.

Natasha:
Being a light sleeper, I was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of my bedroom door opening and the feel of somebody crawling into bed beside me. There's only one person it could be, and sure enough I turn around and am met with my daughter getting comfortable under the covers.
"Everything okay, detka?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Mhm, I just haven't been able to get to sleep so I thought being in here would help. Is that okay?" she questioned in a quiet and unsure manner.
"Of course, sweetheart. Is there anything in particular that's keeping you up?"
She cuddled up closer and rested her head on my chest. "My mind won't shut off."

With an audible sigh, I wrap my arms around her fragile body before placing a kiss on top of her head. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm all ears," I offered. A single tear of hers dropped onto my shirt and she shook her head.
"Alright. You know if you change your mind though, I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere."
"I know. Thank you."

I run my fingers through her hair and once again press my lips to her head. "Try and get some rest, Momma's here for you."

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Worried about Y/N's mental state, I decided to try and keep myself awake until I was certain that she'd drifted off to sleep.
It was roughly half and hour later that I heard her fragile, shaky voice speak up again. "Are you still up, Mom?"

I looked down at her. "I am, sweetheart. What's up?"

Taking a breath, her tears begin to fall onto my shirt again. "You told me to come to you if I ever felt like relapsing," she paused to gather herself, "and I really thought I was going to, but I didn't. I'm just terrified that the temptation is never going to disappear."

I took a moment to process her words. "I'm really proud of you for coming to me, and I know these last few months have been extremely difficult for you, but trust me when I tell you that it does get better. It won't happen overnight, but it's not going to be this hard forever," I told her, my voice gentle. "You've already come so far since first starting recovery, detka."

She nodded. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Y/N, and you should never, ever apologise for struggling," I said. "How about we put a movie on or something to help put you to sleep?"

She nodded. "Something lighthearted."

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The next morning I woke up just after nine A.M. and realised that my daughter was no longer beside me. She's always been more of a morning person however, so I didn't give it a second thought and instead continued about my morning as per usual.

By the time I had made my way down to the common area to make myself breakfast it was just after ten, and I was greeted by majority of the team spread out across the couches, watching one of Wanda's favourite sitcoms.

My daughter is nowhere to be seen though, but just as I turn back around to go look for her, she steps out of the elevator and into the space.

The look on her face, her tear-stained cheeks, and the way she pulls down the sleeves of her hoodie give herself away completely. She relapsed.
I tilted my head as a sad smile curled onto my lips.

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she walked over to me. The second my arms are wrapped around her, she bursts into a fit of hers, consequently drawing the team's attention. "I'm so sorry," she bawled.

My heart broke at the sound, so I picked her up and carried her back to the elevator. "Don't apologise, sweetheart. Remember what I told you last night? You should never apologise for struggling," I reminded her. "It's all going to be okay. I'm going to help clean up your arms, and then the two of us can spend the day together, okay? Just the two of us. We can go shopping, or watch movies and eat lots and lots of chocolate. We can even go for a drive and get a change of scenery if you'd like?"