Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

baking & food fights

DaisyBlackthorn2  inspired me to write something with miss Chavez, so I hope you enjoy :)
age: 15

Y/N:
"We'll be back later tonight, don't do anything stupid." My mom tells me, placing a kiss on my forehead.

Half of the team were already on a mission, but my mom and the others got called on one today, leaving America and I alone in the compound.

"You're taking all the stupid with you." I chuckle and Mom glares and me playfully. "I love you." She smiles. "I love you too mama, be safe."
"I always am." She smirks, walking onto the quinjet.

When the door shut America asked, "What do you wanna do?"
"I'm hungry, can we make food?" I question. "Only if it's pizza." She shrugs. "Obviously." My eyes roll playfully.

•••

"It's not that hard Y/N." America laughs, twirling the pizza dough on her finger. Again, I attempt it again, but the dough spilts in half and falls on the floor which causes America to burst out in a fit of laughter. "You know what?" I raise my eyebrows, grabbing a handful on flour and throwing it at her face.

"Oh you're in for it now." She smirks, throwing her dough so it lands right on my face. "Owww." I whine at the force she threw it with. "Sorry." She shrugs.

I glare at her playfully before throwing the whole bag of flour at her, making it go absolutely everywhere. America's mouth falls wide open, "I can't believe you just did that."

I fall to the floor in a fit of laughter whilst America stands there staring at me. I can tell she's not impressed, but I found it hilarious.

Whilst my eyes are squeezed shut, trying to contain my laughter, America cracks an egg on my head. And another one. And another one.
"Bitch." I gasp. "You started it." She teases.

I get up off the floor and America makes a run for it. Grabbing the rest of the dough, I immediately chase after her into the living room.

...Eventually we both exhaust ourselves, collapsing onto the sofa still covered in food. "We're gonna have to clean this all up or we are going to be in a lot of trouble." America sighs. "Dibs not it."
"Hey," She whines, "You can't do that."
"Uh, I think I can." I scoff. "Uh, no. You started it, and you were the one who threw the whole bag of flour." She says. "So?"
"So, it's only fair that you clean it up."
"Nope." I shake my head with a chuckle. "Fine, we can clean it up together then." She offers. "Hmm, better, but still a no."

America rolls her eyes, "You're so annoying."
"Thank you. It's one of my best qualities." I smile widely.

"I'll clean it up, on one condition." She says, after thinking for a moment. "And what might that be?"
"Kiss me." America says, without hesitation in her voice. "What?" I ask in surprise. "You heard me." She smiles. "A-are you serious?" I stutter nervously.
"Dead serious."

My eyes search America's face, looking for any hint that might tell me that she's lying, but I can't find anything.

"You're actually serious?" I ask again with a softer tone, my eyebrows knitting together. "Yes." She chuckles.

The smile on my face grows, "Okay, fine. But go upstairs and shower first because I've been wanting to do this forever and I'm certainly not kissing you for the first time covered in flour."
"Fine." She glares playfully, getting of the couch and running upstairs.

I followed America up the stairs and went into my own bedroom to take a shower and wash the egg out of my hair.

•••

"Are you dressed?" I ask, knowing on America's bedroom door. "Yeah."

I walked in to see her America drying her hair with a towel. "Can you hurry up and kiss me now?" She chuckles, throwing the towel over the chair at her desk. "Hmm, no." I say. "What?" Her face falls into a frown. "I'm kidding." I chuckle, walking closer to her.

One of my hands gently cupped her cheek, the other one to her waist. I held her gaze for a moment, looking into her gorgeous deep brown eyes.
Our lips melted together as I closed the small gap that was between us. Her hands fall to my hips, gently holding me close to her.

When I pulled away, my cheeks flushed red and so did hers. "I've never kissed anyone before, I hope it was okay." I nervously say. "It's was perfect."

"Do you want to go watch a movie or something? The mess can wait." I ask. "Sure." America smiles.

•••

The both of us must have fallen asleep during the movie, because when I was rudely woken up, America's head was rested on my chest and her body weight completely on mine.

I felt a small kick to my shoulder as my eyes slowly opened. "Ow." I whine loudly, causing America to wake up.

Both of our eyes widen when we see my mom standing in front of us with her arms crossed over her chest. "So you can travel through the multiverse," My mom starts, pointing at America, "And you can kill people with your mind," She points at me, "But neither of you are capable of cleaning up the absurdly large mess you made in the kitchen?"

"Y/N did it!" America says, getting off of me and resting her back against the sofa. My moms eyes turn to mine. Anger, but also a hint of amusement washes over her face.

"Hey, that's not fair," I lightly slap America's arm, "You told me you'd clean it up if I kissed you, which I did."
"Hold on, you two kissed?" Mom raises an eyebrow.

"Sorry, your mom is scary." America shrugs.

"Okay, Y/N, you don't get to manipulate people into cleaning up a mess that you made. Learn to take responsibility," My mom scolds, "And America, I hope you know that, that wasn't the only reason my daughter kissed you, you're all she talks about." She finishes, rolling her eyes playfully. America's cheeks blush a deep red.

I glared at my mom, kicking her shin slightly. "What? It's true." She shrugs with a chuckle.

"Now go clean up your mess before Tony is back and gets angry." She laughs.

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a/n: hello :)
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