Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

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a/n: I feel like this needs a summary so...Natasha is not the readers Mom and they've always have a bit of an on and off relationship, but Nat is trying to figure out how to be there for her however the reader doesn't know how to let her in
age: 15
warnings: self harm

Y/N:
I promised myself that I would never do it again. I've been three months clean and things got better, but everything is starting to feel like it's too much. We have finals coming up at school and I'm so stressed about it which is making me lose sleep.
I'm supposed to be going on patrol today with Peter every night this week and I honestly don't know how I'm going to do it.

Somehow Peter seems to be coping just fine, which only makes me feel worse about myself considering we have the exact same amount of school work and he works just as much as me, if not more.

•••

As I sit on the cold bathroom tiles with a razor in my hand, I try to withhold the temptation to cut.

I can't.

I roll up the sleeve of my hoodie, the tears rolling down my face, and just as I take the razor to my forearm, I'm interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door. "Y/N, you okay in there?" Natasha's voice sounds. "Uh y-yeah. I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay, I'll wait on your bed." She says.

I let out a long sigh, rolling my sleeves back down and placing the razor back on the counter before opening the bathroom door.

Natasha's eyebrows knit together, "Have you been crying?"
"It's fine, don't worry about it." I brush her off. "No, tell me. You can talk to me." She assures me. "Honestly, it's fine. I don't wanna talk about it." I rigidly say, walking over to sit up against the headboard of my bed.

"Show me your arms." Natasha orders. She was the only one that knew about the cutting and unfortunately she can read me like a book, so every time she notices I'm not my usual self, Nat makes sure I haven't done it again.

"I didn't do it." I tell her. "Y/N." She sighs. "I promise I didn't do it." I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Then show me your arms." She demands. "Why can't you trust me?"

"I do trust you, but I also care about you." Natasha admits. "You're not my mom, Natasha. Please just leave me alone."

Natasha's face visibly drops and I instantly feel horrible for saying that. "I'm sorry if I overstepped," She smiles sadly, "But if you want to talk, you can come to me."

She got up and kissed my forehead before leaving my room. I didn't even ask why she came in to see me in the first place. I didn't say anything.

As soon as the door closed behind her, my knees curled up to my chest as I cried into my hands. Natasha was only trying to help, and I completely shut her out. Again.

I picked myself up from my bed, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie and made my way back into the bathroom.
I don't care about the fact that I'm three months clean anymore, I deserve this.

Natasha:
Y/N and I's relationship has always been up and down. There have been times where we are inseparable and times were we won't have a proper conversation for weeks at a time.

I want to be there for her, always, but I don't know how to be. Not without overstepping it.

•••

"You okay Nat?" Clint asks as he walks into living room where I am currently sat with a cup of coffee. "Yeah I'm okay." I smile.

Clint walks over and takes a seat next to me, "You seem upset. What happened?"
"How do you it?" I ask. "Do what?"
"Be a parent. I don't know how to be there for Y/N. I can tell somethings up with her and I want her to be able to come to me, but she won't let me in." I say.

He sighs deeply, "She'll come to you when she's ready, you just have to be patient with her. Y/N trusts you more than anyone else on the team, but she grew up without any parental figures so letting people in can't be easy."
"Yeah," I chuckle, "She reminds me so much of myself, it's kind of scary."

"Give it some time Nat. Let her know that you're there for her and she'll eventually open up." Clint smiles. "Thank you." I smile softly back.

•••

Y/N was quiet the rest of the day. She didn't say much to anyone and barely came out of her room. I was going to see if she wanted to watch a movie with me tonight but I don't think she's up for it which is completely understandable.

It was just past midnight and I was about to get into bed when I hear a quiet knock on my door. "You can come in." I say.

The door slowly opened and Y/N walked in. "Hi sweetheart, you okay?" I ask gently. "I don't know." She shrugs, tears starting to form in her eyes.

I pulled her into a hug as she started crying into my chest. "I'm sorry." She chokes. "What for, honey?"
"For being so rude to you. I know you were just trying to be nice and I shut you out." Y/N sobs.

"Oh Y/N, it's okay," I coo, "I understand."

"Do you want to talk about?" I ask. She shakes her head, "I'm too tired now, but in the morning. Can you help me with my arms though?" She asked sadly, showing me the angry red cuts across her forearms.
"Come on sweetheart." I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bathroom.

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a/n: low key hate my writing at the moment, it feels so repetitive. so I'm sorry if it's terrible 🫠

anyways, how is everyone?

also, I need your opinion. since this book is like nearly 6hrs long. do I make a book 2 of it, just so it doesn't get annoyingly long? or do you guys want me to keep all my Nat one-shots in just one book? let me know, cause either way I don't mind :)