Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

ALLERGIES

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : FOUR YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : Natasha made pancakes for breakfast and cut up a banana for you, not knowing you were allergic to it.

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NATASHA'S POV
I made my way into my daughter's room and saw her awake, jumping up and down in her crib.

"Morning my love." I cooed, getting closer to her.

"Up mama, up." She asked, playfully making grabby hands.

I picked her up and placed her on my hip, rocking her back and forth as I rubbed her back and walked to go to the kitchen.

"What do you wanna have for breakfast baby?" I asked softly as I placed her in her high chair.

"Pancakes!" She squealed eagerly, slowly tapping her hands on the table.

"Alright, alright." I chuckled.

After a few minutes, I placed the plate in front of her and cut up the pancakes, bananas and strawberries.

"You like that my love?" I smiled, feeding her a little bite.

"Mhm. It's- really-" She rambled with her mouth full.

"Ah, ah. Finish chewing first. No talking with your mouth full baby." I requested.

"It's really good mama, thank you." She smiled as she finished chewing.

"Can I have some?" I giggled.

"Yes." She chuckled, pointing to her plate.

We were both done after a while, so we went back to my room to cuddle and watch a movie.

"What do you want to watch my love?" I asked as I pulled her closer to me.

"Home alone! It's so funny." She smiled, looking at me with her big glossy eyes.

"Great choice!" I cheered as I clicked on the movie.

Only a few minutes in, she started uncontrollably coughing then looked up to me for help.

"Mama, I don't feel so good." She mumbled, starting to tear up as she got off of me.

"Y/N? Honey? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"I can't breathe." She struggled, coughing again and again.

"Oh, no. Come here, let's get you to Bruce. Fast." I gasped, picking her up and running to Bruce's lab.

As we walked into the lab, Tony and Bruce looked super concentrated, but I knew this couldn't wait.

"Nat, what's up?" Tony asked, looking worried, noticing Y/N coughing roughly.

"I think she's having an allergic reaction. I gave her a banana, she's never had one before, it's obviously that she's allergic to." I answered, trying to keep my cool.

"Sit her down here." Bruce patted a spot on the table.

I sat her down as she continued to cry, still coughing extremely hard. Bruce then came back with a needle looking object in his hand, which instantly worried me. She hates needles.

"Nat, I'm sorry, this is gonna hurt. It's an EpiPen, I need to inject the liquid in her thigh." He looked up at me, asking for permission.

"Oh god. Just- just do what you have to do Bruce." I rambled, barely able to think.

He jammed the EpiPen in her right thigh which caused her to scream loudly. I couldn't watch this. I couldn't see her like this.

"Baby, please, calm down. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry. I promise it'll be over in a second." I explained, holding her down as she attempted to move her legs in different directions.

"Mama, stop!" She whined, bawling her eyes out.

"I'm sorry my love. I'm so sorry. You need it to stop coughing." I replied, almost tearing up.

Bruce then pulled the EpiPen out of her and I immediately picked her up, trying to calm her down.

"It's okay. You're okay, you're okay." I assured her.

"It hurts." She cried, laying her head into the crook of my neck, sniffling as she did so.

"I know, I know. I'm never feeding you bananas again." I told her as I softly rubbed her back.

"You okay Romanoff?" Tony asked, wondering if he could help in any way.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks. You too Bruce." I thanked them as they smiled.