Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

nightmares

Y/N:
It's only been a couple of days since the Avengers found me in my cell at HYDRA and took me home with them. Being here is definitely a big adjustment, and it's so hard to not get overwhelmed.

As grateful as I am that I finally got out of there, I still don't know if I can trust them. Everyone I've ever known in my life has betrayed me.
My father left my mother when I was born, my mom then gave me up for adoption when I was seven because she couldn't handle raising a kid on her own and apparently thought she was doing what was best for me. I was eight when I was adopted by what I thought were a really kind couple...until I found out a year later that they were undercover HYDRA agents and then put me in a cell for the next six years.

Since being in what they call the 'compound', I haven't really spoken much to anyone except for the absurd amount of questions I was asked on my way here. There was no one in particular that I felt like I could talk to. Or maybe it was more the fact that I didn't know how to.

It's obvious that everyone single one of them is skeptical of me still, but I can't really blame them. I did try to stop the blood flowing to the blonde guys brain less than two days ago. I can't remember his name though... Steve maybe? Or maybe it was Steel? No, that can't be right, it was definitely Steve.

The truth is, I'm still learning to control my powers and sometimes when I get scared, it just happens whether I want it to or not.
I could see that I was hurting him and I hated it, but I couldn't seem to stop. That was until I felt something stab me in the arm and everything went black. Next thing I know, I woke up in some kind of jet with my wrists in handcuffs that somehow stopped me from accessing my power.

I haven't really left my room much, unless someone comes and gets me for dinner.

The team obviously couldn't keep me in handcuffs whilst I'm learning to control my powers, so they decided on putting on an ankle brace instead which is really uncomfortable.

I understand why they are doing it, but honestly it's quite triggering. HYDRA used to chain my ankles to my bed so they knew I wasn't going to be able to get out. I wanted to say something to the Avengers at first but I think there's a part of me that is scared I might actually hurt someone, and I hate that. Causing somebody pain in the last thing I want to do.

•••

I took a seat between Peter and Natasha at the table. From what I've gathered so far, Peter wouldn't hurt a fly so I felt safest with him. Natasha on the other hand scares me. She doesn't even have to say anything, she's just incredibly intimidating. I wouldn't have chosen to sit next to her, she was the one who actually sat down next to me.

"Do you want any garlic bread Y/N?" Wanda asked, holding the plate up. "No, thank you." I say quietly. Eating three meals a day wasn't something I was used to so I still don't have much of an appetite therefore I only served a small amount of pasta on my plate.

After the first few bites, I felt like I'd had enough. Not that I was necessarily full, but I didn't know how much more I could stomach.
I didn't want to be rude and leave the table so I sat there moving my fork around my bowl whilst everyone else ate and talked amongst themselves.

"Are you okay?" I heard Peter ask. "I'm just not that hungry." I shrug. Peter nods, "Okay." Before turning his head back to his food.
"Can you try to eat a little bit more Y/N?" Natasha then says. It sounds more like and order than a question, so I nod my head before trying to take a few more bites.

•••

Once dinner was done, I went back up to my to shower and go to bed.

Sleeping has never been easy for me, especially considering the horrible nightmares I get, so I will usually get two-four hours on a good night. The rest of the night I'm usually up and staring at the ceiling, coming up with fake scenarios on how different my life would be if my mom didn't leave me.

I know it sounds stupid considering she literally dropped me off at an orphanage one morning, but I miss her a lot. Up until that day, I only had good memories of her. I remember how she would make me my favourite meal every Friday night after school, or how she would hold me when I woke up from a nightmare. My favourite memories of her were the small things we used to do together, like when she would tell me stories of her childhood to stop me from crying, or when she stayed with me until I fell asleep. I remember her hugs being the best thing in the world and I haven't let anyone hug me since then.

Of course though in the end none of that mattered because she got up one morning and told me it would be my last day with her and that I was better off without her.
That morning my world shattered. I was a six year old girl and I didn't understand why she was doing what she was doing.

I still don't know, even to this day. But maybe it was for the best? Maybe she was just doing what she thought was the best thing for me?

At least that's what I tell myself to help me sleep at night.

•••

Once again, I woke up from a nightmare. However, this one was particularly bad.

As soon as I shoot up from my pillow it feels like the room is closing in on me and I can't breathe.

Natasha:
As I was just about to go to sleep I heard Y/N yelling and crying from her bedroom. I'd already checked in on her about an hour ago and saw that she was fast asleep, so I wanted to go see what was wrong.

It's only been a couple of days that I've know Y/N, but I really want to be there for her. I just don't know how.

I think a part of her reminds me of a younger version of myself. From what I've gathered we have similar pasts and I want her to know that there is hope for a better future.

When I opened her bedroom door she was crying hysterically, pulling at the collar of her shirt and breathing erratically. She was having a panic attack.

I immediately rushed beside her and she looked up at me. The fear behind her eyes was inevitable. "Sweetheart, follow my breathing." I say, grabbing her hand and putting it on my heart. I started taking exaggerated breathes and Y/N focused on following me.

The tears were still falling uncontrollably, but her breathing finally started to slow down the longer she focused on me.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. "Please don't be sorry honey, it's not your fault." I assure her, wiping the tears from under her eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"Can I give you a hug?" I ask gently and she hesitantly nods. I shuffled closer to her and she buried her head into my neck, holding me tightly. "Thank you." She mumbles very quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. I smiled, placing a kiss on her head.

After a few moments I got under the covers beside Y/N, not wanting to leave her alone. "What are you doing?" She asks. "I'm going to stay with you until you fall asleep. I want to make sure you're okay." I admit with a gentle smile.

Y/N smiled shyly before making herself comfortable again and cuddling up closer to me.

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