Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

liar, liar

Age: 16
*inspired by a scene from The Fallout

Natasha:
I stood in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, waiting for my daughter to arrive back from school.
Y/N is at that really fun stage right now where being a bitch to her mom and doing everything I tell her not to do is her favourite thing in the world.

I knew it would happen eventually, she gets her stubbornness and rebelliousness off of me.

Besides, she's a teenager and most teenagers go through this phase. What is not okay though, is her lying to me about where she's staying the night.

"Hi," Y/N mumbles, making her presence known and dumping her bag on the kitchen floor. "Hi. How was school?" I question, watching my daughter raid the fridge for her leftover cake. "Fine."
"Thor ate your cake, if that's what your looking for," I inform her. A dramatic groan escapes her lips as she slams the fridge shut to go into the pantry instead.

"So, you didn't come home last night," I sigh as she takes out a granola bar and sits opposite me on a stool. Her eyes briefly look up at mine before she drops her head back down the the food. "I told you, I was staying at Emily's," she reminds me.

"You did, which is why I called Emily's mom to make sure and boy I'm glad I did, because she told me you weren't there?" I smile, sipping on my coffee.

Y/N avoids looking at me, but I notice the nervous swallow.

"If you were worried about where I was why didn't you just message me?" She questions under her breath. "I thought about it," I shrug, "but I didn't think I could trust you considering you'd already lied to me. So, I tracked you and was surprised to see you at one of the NYU dorms?"

"I doubt you were partying on a Monday night, so tell me, what were you doing?" I add.

"It's not really your business Mom," she sighs, standing up from the stool as she begins to walk out. "Oh but it is when you're lying to me about who you're with," I warn, placing my coffee down and walking after her. "You're sixteen years old, Y/N."

She continues to walk up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. "I wouldn't," I scold.

"Y/N," I sigh, swinging her bedroom door open again, "If you're gonna be spending the night with someone, Y/N, I—"
"I'm not having sex, Mom! Oh my god," she groans, kicking her legs, practically throwing a tantrum.

I lean my back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest, taking a moment to breathe. "Please, tell me what you're doing then, because clearly you're hiding something from me."

"You don't have to know about everything I do, Mom," she throws her head back against the headboard and groans. "I'm not saying I do. What I am trying to say is that it is not okay for you to lie to me about your whereabouts when for all I know you could be doing drugs, or being stupid and getting yourself knocked up! You're sixteen years old for gods sake, and whether you like it or not, it's my duty to protect you from certain situations, so either you tell me what you were doing or you're grounded."

Y/N glares at me before taking a deep breath. "If you really must know, I stayed over at my friend Isla's dorm and we watched Disney movies and ordered pizza. She started college this year but we've known each other since I was a freshman and she was a junior," she explains in a somewhat mellow tone.

"If that's all you were doing why you just tell me?" I frown. "Because I knew you wouldn't let me go to the dorms," she rolls her eyes. "She could have always come here, Y/N, but instead you chose to lie to me?"

She stays quiet for a minute before picking up her phone and getting under the covers. "Can you leave me alone?" She asks, not taking her eyes off the screen.

Knowing that I'm not going to get anything more out of her right now, I nod and walk out the bedroom.

I try my best to let Y/N have as much freedom as possible (without falling into the category of being a careless and terrible mother) but I have to draw the line somewhere.

I make my way back downstairs and throw myself onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. "Tough day?" The voice of my girlfriend echo's through the living room. "When did you get here?" I look up at Maria to see her leaning against the doorframe. "A couple minutes ago. I let myself in," she shrugs, making her way over to my and pressing her lips gently against mine.

"Y/N lied to me about where she was staying last night," I sigh, 'Ria sitting next to me as I rest my head on her lap. "She did?" She asks with an amused look. "Mhm. She was at one of the NYU dormitories, but when I asked her what she was doing she told me she was just with a friend which doesn't make sense because otherwise she wouldn't have lied to me about it," I ramble.

"You think she's seeing someone?" My girlfriend questions, gently running her fingers through my hair. "That was my first thought," I admit. "I mean, it would explain the condoms that fell out of her bag," she giggles.

"What?" I sit up and whip my head to her. "On the kitchen floor?"

I immediately get up and go to the kitchen go see that she is in fact right. There's a box of condoms that had obviously fallen out of my daughters bag.

I pick up the box and storm upstairs into Y/N's room, swinging the door wide open. "So you were having sex?" I scold, throwing the box onto the bed. She looks up from her phone. "They're not mine. I got them for a friend."

I take a deep breath. "That's like the oldest excuse in the book, Y/N."
"Oh my god, why won't you just believe me!" She raises her voice. "Because you've been lying to me!"
"It was one time!"
"That I know of!"

"Okay, you know what, I was having sex, Mom!" She slams her phone down beside her on the bed. "Was it so hard to be honest?" I sigh, shaking my head.

Y/N stares daggers at me. "Get out of my room. I want to be alone."
I nod, following her request and closing the door behind me.

I'm not angry at her, despite how I probably expressed myself. She's sixteen and this stuff is bound to happen eventually, I'd just wish she'd have told me so I knew she was being safe.

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It's been a couple of hours now, and Y/N has finally come out of her room, joining Maria and I in the living room.

"Hi honey," 'Ria says to my daughter. "Hey, can I talk to Mom for a minute?" She questions quietly. "Of course."

After my girlfriend has left the room, Y/N sits down opposite me on the couch and lifts her knees to her chest.

"Its was with a girl," she mumbles, resting her chin on her knees. "What?" I frown. "The sex stuff. It was with a girl, so you don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything."

"Oh. Ohhhh," I realise, "I'm sorry I assumed, sweetheart."
"It's okay," she cracks a small smile. "The condoms really were for a friend," she adds.

I nod with a small smile. "It's all consensual, honey? You don't feel forced?"
"Mom, I lied about where I was to meet up with her. It's consensual," she chuckles, lightning the mood. "Okay, I was just making sure," I admit.

"So, how long have you been seeing her?" I questions curiously. "About a month, but like I said, I've known her since I started high school," she explains.
"Can I meet her?"
"Promise to be nice?"
"I promise...to try my best to be nice."
"Just promise, or you're not meeting her," she giggles. "Fine. I promise."
"Thank you."

"Now, are you planning on coming out of this whole moody, it's fun to be a bitch to my mom stage anytime soon? Or should I prepare myself for more?"

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