NATASHA'S P.O.V
Natasha fidgeted with her burner phone. She needed guidance, advice, but at the same time she was too stubborn to admit her defeat at being a mother. She had called Laura right after learning the news, asking for advice about how to approach the little one without scaring her, which had been fairly easy. A part of her needed the reassurance that her guilt and fears were completely normal when it came to parenthood.
"Nat? Are you okay?" Clint could not hide his concern when he picked up the phone.
"Is Laura around?" She asked him.
"Um, no. She'll be back in a few hours" her best friend answered. "Why? Is everything okay?"
"I- This is stupid" she murmured, ready to hung up. The redhead was far too stubborn to admit her fears about parenthood.
"It can't be stupid when you have called" the archer said. "Come on, Nat, what's wrong? Is it about the kid?" He asked her, but she didn't answered, so Clint added, "It's about you doubting yourself as a mother, isn't it?"
"I don't know how to do it... How to be a mom to her," Natasha finally admitted. "She's ten. I- I didn't even know she existed... I should've known what he was capable of, I should've-" her voice was shaking. "I couldn't protect my kid from the horrors of that place as I couldn't protect Yelena... I failed them both" tears welled up in her green eyes.
"Nat, this is not on you. You didn't know" Clint talked quietly as if trying to calm her down. "We both thought it was over-"
"But it wasn't" the Black Widow snapped, her heart clenching painfully. Her little sister and her daughter had gone through worse than her in the Red Room.
"I know" Hawkeye sighed, guilt in his voice.
Natasha had last seen Clint when she helped Steve to break the Avengers out from the Raft. Her best friend had questioned her about how she had been doing after the fight at the airport, so she had explained everything that had happened after that.
Clint had apologized multiple times to her. However, they couldn't change the past. They would have to find a way to live with their mistake, especially Natasha. She had expressed her guilt and pain of knowing that her little sister had been stuck in that place way longer than her. But there was always some kind of happiness and pride bubbling inside her whenever she talked about the young woman Yelena had turned into. And Clint had sat beside her, listening to each one of the little things she had to say about her baby sister.
The redhead looked up when the bedroom's door opened, Vera running inside. The young girl's cheeks were flushed and she seemed out of breath, so Natasha quickly jumped into conclusions.
"Are you okay, baby?" She asked her daughter, who nodded slightly.
Before she could ask any other questions, the door was opened again. That time Yelena poked her head inside as Vera hid behind the door, keeping her whole body flattened against the wall.
The blonde walked into the room and closed the door, the kid moving slightly to press herself against the corner.
"Have you seen your kid?" Her sister asked her.
"No." She answered, but she knew that Yelena was aware of the little redhead that was standing right behind her.
There was a smirk on the blonde's face while reaching out to grab her niece's arm, getting the child to squeal.
"Got you, Little Widow!" Yelena tickled the kid's sides.
Natasha found herself melting at the sight. Those two were inseparable. They spent most of their time together. Vera was always somewhere close to Yelena if she wasn't with her Mama.
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Baby Widow Romanova
FanfictionNatalia Romanova was the best Black Widow the Red Room had for years. After Dreykov's best widow managed to escape, he became obsessed with creating his next perfect widow using the best genetics he had. His perfect revenge for Natalia's betrayal.