Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

DRIVING

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : SIXTEEN YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : Natasha teaches you how to drive since you have to pass your driving test soon.
EXTRA : Sorry if the Russian is wrong, I used google translate.

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Y/N'S POV
"Mama, come on!" I whined, sulking on the couch, waiting for my Mom to come downstairs so I could practice my driving.

"I'm here, I'm here." She said, almost out of breath, jogging towards me.

"Finally." I sighed, grabbing my phone and coffee then dragging her to the elevator.

"Slow down, baby, I need to get the car keys." She explained, pulling her hand away and walking to the storage closet next to the kitchen, which contains the keys of every single car each of the Avengers own.

I followed her, mumbling in annoyance, then waved to Wanda and Steve, who were sat on the dining table, talking calmly.

"Where are you guys headed?" Steve asked, stirring what seemed to be tea. I think Wanda's Plant Mom aesthetic is really getting to him, which isn't a bad thing whatsoever.

"I need to practice my driving skills, Mama's going to accompany me." I smiled sheepishly.

Wanda squealed in excitement. "Oh god, I forgot that you just turned sixteen! You're getting so big, driving and all."

"She's still my baby though." Mama jumped in, playfully messing up my hair.

"Stop!" I whined, blushing and flattening out my clothes.

"Let's go?" She asked, holding up the car keys of her Porsche.

"Wait? The Porsche?!" I widened my eyes, knowing damn well I'm not exactly the best driver.

"Yeah? I mean, I'll be there to help, if anything happens." She shrugged. Perks of being a filthy rich Avenger I guess.

We made our way outside, then jumped in.

"Seatbelt, honey." She reminded me, putting hers on too.

I buckled up, got ready, then asked. "Where to?"

"Let's just go around the compound a few times." She answered, checking herself out in the rear view mirror.

I groaned, then joked. "Mama, I'd love to remind you that I'm really not the best driver, so, you are very pretty, but eyes on the road please."

She raised an eyebrow, sending me a glare. "Where the hell did you get that attitude from, missy?"

"You." I said lowly, stifling a laugh.

"Watch it." She nudged my arm, chuckling.

I took a deep breath, then turned on the car.

Going slowly at first, I asked. "Mama, do you think I'll be able to get my licence by the end of the month?"

"Well, honey, probably. Driving isn't that hard after all. Come on, show me what you've got." She smirked, preparing herself for the show.

I mustered the confidence to start driving a little bit faster, feeling extremely proud of myself, until I was suddenly about to hit a pole.

"Shit." I whispered, gripping the steering wheel aggressively and turning it forcefully.

"Goddamnit, Y/N! What the hell was that?!" Mama hissed, anxiously running her hand through her now messy hair.

"We're fine, we're fine. Just a little bump on the road." I sarcastically said, trying to lighten the now clouded atmosphere.

"Yeah, clearly." She rolled her eyes, tilting her head back in annoyance.

Ignoring what just happened, I kept on going, minding my own business.

After a few successful laps around the compound, Mama congratulated me. "Even though you almost got us killed at first, you did well, good job baby."

I smirked to myself, proud of my achievement, then turned to her. "Thanks! See, not so bad after all."

"Don't get all cocky now." She chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hey! That's mine!" I whined, pouting like a child.

"Oh, stop it. Just wanted to have a taste." She huffed, putting it back in the cup holder.

Now was the time to park the car, so I did that as carefully as possible. Well, I tried.

"Блядь! (Fuck!)" I yelled when I felt the car hit the other one next to us, instantly pulling the brakes, making Mama and I hit our heads against our seats.

"Y/N!" Mama screeched, hitting the dash harshly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, one sec!" I said out of breath, desperately trying to fix up the car placement.

Being way too overwhelmed with the situation, I hit something else. Not a car this time, but a wall.

"For Christ's sake! Идиот! (Idiot!) Get out of the fucking car, Y/N!" The angry woman next to me screamed, slapping my hands away from the steering wheel.

"No, no! Look, I can totally do this!" I kept going, wanting to prove myself worthy so bad to the person I look up to the most.

She let me have my way, knowing exactly how stubborn I am, until I ended up finally parking right.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, she grabbed her stuff, opened the door, then right before getting out, she said. "детка (Baby), I knew you were a bad driver, but you have got to get your shit together if you plan on getting your license by the end of the month."

Biting my lip nervously at her boldness, I just shrugged. "Yeah... To be fair, this could've gone much worse."

"Really?" She cocked an eyebrow, playfully shaking her head in disappointment.

We both got out of the car, then looked at the damages.

Mama sighed dramatically. "Well, not only did you ruin my Porsche but you also ruined my Ferrari. Way to go, Y/N." She clapped sarcastically.

"In my defense, you were the one who said we could use your Porsche." I crossed my arms, inspecting every inch of the car.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, surprisingly pulling me into a hug and leading me inside.