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22. A Real-Life Superhero!

"Millie?" Natasha called out alarmed as she rushed into the communications deck to search around for her daughter. "Millie," she called aloud and breathed a sigh of relief once she had eyes on her daughter who was sitting down beside Amelia with newly acquired stitches on her head.

Natasha and Maria shared a glance between one another, not a word was spoken but both of them knew exactly what had to be discussed.

"Mama!" Amelia exclaimed as she jumped into Natasha's arms as soon as she could, feeling the relief that she was able to be in her mama's arms again.

"Боже мой, I was so worried about you, детка," Natasha mumbled as she clung to her daughter tightly, the relief flooded through her that her daughter was okay. "Are you okay?" she questioned as she immediately began to check her over for any further injuries that she might have.

"I'm okay, mama. I helped Grandpa and Aunt Maria help fight the bad guys," Amelia explained to the woman who looked slightly bewildered.

"Fight them, how?" Natasha narrowed her eyebrow confused before she glanced in Maria's direction for answers.

"Your kid knows how to handle a gun pretty well, Romanoff," Maria explained from where she was sitting.

Natasha's eyes widened in disbelief, "Excuse me? You did what!" she looked at her daughter completely taken back.

"I just wanted to help," Amelia mumbled aloud as she saw the look that Natasha was giving her and she knew that she was no doubt in trouble now.

"Nat, she really did do a good job," Maria interjected as she looked at the older redhead. "I even thought that you had given her secret lessons actually," she chuckled.

Natasha looked at Maria and inhaled a deep breath, there would be no point in being mad about this now when there other things to discuss. "We'll talk about this later, okay?" she told her daughter who looked slightly relieved. "You did a good job then, huh детка?" she asked.

"I was scared, mama but Grandpa told me that I had to be brave," Amelia told the older redhead who although upset, couldn't help but feel proud that she was able to defend herself.

"That you did, дорогой and from what I heard you were pretty brave," Natasha smiled and kissed the top of her daughter's head. "Hey, Millie, listen... I need to talk to you about something else that's happened," she told her softly.

Amelia peered up to look at Natasha innocently, "Is this about my use of cuss words lately because that was all Hunters' fault," she said as she threw the agent under the bus completely.

"No, it's not, although, we should probably talk about that at some point as well," Natasha couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the serious expression that her daughter wore. "Actually, this is something else, дорогой," she added.

"What is it, mama?" Amelia asked curiously.

"Come and sit, Millie. We need to talk," Natasha moved to crouch down on the small steps and motioned Amelia to join her. Turning to look at Maria who nodded slightly, she swallowed hard before she continued to speak. "маленький паук, I am afraid that Coulson has been hurt," she explained to her daughter.

"The doctors can fix him though, right?" Amelia asked her mama innocently.

Natasha shook her head as she blinked away the tears that welled up in her eyes, "It's not as simple as that, Millie... Coulson was hurt but he's not going to get better in this case," she explained in the best terms that she could for a 9-year-old to understand. "Coulson died, маленький," she spoke quietly.

"What? Coulson has died," Amelia questioned as her bottom lip wobbled, the realization had hit at what she had been told.

The child didn't say anything further as she curled her body into Natasha's and openly cried. The older redhead was quick to comfort her daughter as she wrapped her arm securely around her daughter while she sobbed.