Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

mean

age: 7
warnings: kids being bullies

Y/N:
My mama doesn't know it, but a few girls have been really mean to me lately at school. They say stuff like, You're ugly, You're stupid, No wonder you have no friends.

I try my best not to listen to them because my mama never tells me those things and I only care about what she thinks of me. And of course I have friends, I have Peter and MJ and Ned! So really they're the stupid ones for saying that if you think about it.

Mama always tells me to be kind to people whether or not they deserve it, but she also tells me that that doesn't mean I can't stick up for myself. So, I try to but no words ever come out because I'm scared of what they will say to me in response.

Today in class one of the girls who's name is April, snatched my pencil case from me and broke all the pencils and crayons in half. The teacher didn't see it and when she asked me why I wasn't doing my work I didn't know what to say, but then she saw my pencil case on April's desk and said that she would bring me some to use. Then she told off April which was a little bit funny to watch if you ask me.

As I was walking out of my school to go to my mama's car, I could hear April, Jane and Abigail talking behind me and then I was suddenly pushed to the ground. Everyone around me started laughing as I picked myself up.

I turned my head and gave them the scariest look I could before walking away.

"Stupid bitch," I mumble quietly, walking over to my mama's car.

I start running when I see her leaning against the car waiting for me. "Mama!" I jump into her arms. "Hi baby, how was school?" She asks. "It was okay," I tell her.

Natasha:
Picking my daughter up from school has to be one of my favourite things. Everyday without fail she runs over to me and jumps up into my arms.

I've noticed that she's been more hesitant to go to school the last few weeks. She used to be fine about going, but nearly every morning now is a struggle to get her out the door.

When we get in the car today I notice red mark on her forehead. "What happened to your head Y/N? It's all red," I question with a frown and she just shrugs in response.

"Mama, some girls are being mean to me," She speaks in a sad tone. Immediately, anger rises up in me. I don't even know what they've done but I already want to push them over.

"What are you they doing, detka?" I ask. "April broke all my pencils and pushed me over," She says, tears forming in her eyes. Okay yeah, I'm definitely gonna push a kid over.

"Oh honey," I frown, picking her up carefully from the passenger seat and sitting her in my lap so that she's facing me, "What else has happened?"
"They always tell me that I'm ugly and dumb and that I have no friends," She cries, looking down at her lap and playing with the bottom of her shirt.

How anyone could ever be mean to my Y/N is beyond me and my stomach sinks hearing this.

I lift up her chin with my fingers so that she's looking at me. "You know that you are none of those things, right?" I assure her and she nods. "You are the most beautiful and smart girl in the whole world."
"Thank you mama." Her bottom lip quivers as I wipe her tears with the pads of my thumbs.

"And of course you have friends. You have Peter and MJ and Ned. So really, they're the stupid ones for saying that," I laugh slightly. A small giggle escapes Y/N. "That's what I thought!"

"I'm going to have a chat to your teacher and principal, and then if they don't stop being mean to you I'll make sure that they're not in your class anymore. Does that sound okay?" I say. "Okay," She nods.

"I love you baby," I kiss her nose. "I love you too," She smiles sheepishly, kissing my nose too.

"Now, what do you say to getting McDonald's on the way home?" I offer. "I say 'duh of course'." She rolls her eyes playfully, making me laugh.

"Can we get a happy meal? Peter said that they have Wednesday Adam's toys and I want one 'cause she's super cool," She asks excitedly. "Of course," I smile. "Yay!" She rocks herself back and forth, accidentally knocking the horn.

Her eyes widen. "Whoops!"

I laugh before lifting her back over to her seat. "Mama you're the best," She smiles. "You're the best," I tickle her stomach make her burst out into a fit of laughter

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A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this one ahah!

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