My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

Run run run

Age: 15
Word count: 1052
Summary: Alena goes running with her dad

It was early in the morning on a clear, chilly march morning. While most of the compound was still sleeping, Alena and Steve were out for a run.

Alena had been begging for months on end to go running with her dad, because Peter bet her 50 bucks that she couldn't beat him in a race. So, she was preparing.

And what was a better way to prepare than to train with the fastest person she knew. Her father.

,,Okay so one round around the big fountain as fast as you can. Don't underestimate it, it's longer than you think"

Steve explained, pointing vaguely into the direction they were gonna run in. Alena stared after her father's gesture, brows furrowed in determination. In her mind, this would be a piece of cake ... Little did she know she was wrong.

,,Last one there has to get ice cream for the other person"

She smirked, sure that she was gonna win. Steve matched his daughter's energy, giving in to her extended hand.

They shook hands, the 15 year old a rather competitive expression on her face, eyes narrowed with a small grin lingering on her face. Steve looked back at her quite relaxed. He had nothing to fear for, he'd been running as a way to combat stress for years.

,,Okay on three"

He announced as they stood beside each other, ready to bolt. Alena stretched her arms, before shouting:

,,Three"

And with that, she was gone, sprinting off as fast as her legs allowed it. For a while, she was feeling amazing, probably from the adrenaline high she was on as she laughed at her dad who was around a hundred meters behind her.

Although she had quite the lead, she slowed down over time though. This was more exhausting than she thought it would be.

Soon enough, her father had caught up with her, matching her speed.

,,Control your breathing, deep and steady"

He instructed as he saw the panting mess his kid was by this point. Alena looked at him, a mixture of annoyance and gratitude playing on her face as she rolled her eyes and tried taking deeper breaths.

,,You control your breathing"

She sassed, feeling like she was gonna pass out. In that moment she realised how much she actually hated running.

Her dad just gave a small chuckle as he wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead.

,,Cmon, only 500 more meters. If you wanna win against Peter, you're gonna have to push through"

He encouraged, clapping on of his hands to his side to motivate her. Alena only groaned.

,,I hate this"

She whined, knowing damn well that she was the one who wanted to do it in the first place. Only that now she realised that it was impossible to win a race against her dad, who had the advantage of experience and super soldier serum.

,,Next time I'm just gonna ask Mama. At least I'm gonna have a chance to win against her"

Alena panted, almost yelling after her dad, who'd picked up speed again by this time, leaving her alone again. With a deep breath, she followed him, trying her best to keep her breathing controlled.

The thing was, her body wasn't used to running as fast and as much at a time. Two seconds after her initial acceleration, her legs gave away and she was met with the hard, dusty ground.

The 15 year old let out a high pitched squeal as she fell, before everything went black.

It was only minutes later that she opened her eyes again, now leaning against a tree. Her dad knelt in front of her, water bottle in hand.

,,You okay?"

He asked, a rather concerned look on his face as he studied that of his daughter. Truth was, Alena had given him quite the scare when she just collapsed like that.

,,Hmhm"

She confirmed, taking a long sip of her water. This wasn't the way she expected it to go and if she was honest, she was really disappointed in herself for not even being able to run 3 kilometers without passing out, when she was constantly on missions fighting against God knows who.

,,Why did I pass out? I've got plenty of training, I spar with Mama nearly daily!"

The redhead inquired, a frown tugging at her lips. This frustrated her more the longer she thought about it.

Steve gave an encouraging smile, recognising his child's frustration from his days pre-project-rebirth.

,,Alena this kind of running needs to be actively trained. You see, back in the forties, before I was ... you know, Captain America, I was a scrawny, sickly guy from Brooklyn. Dyou think I ran 3 kilometers on a daily basis?"

He explained, the smile growing bigger as Alena's frown slowly started to vanish. Her dad's words made her feel less like a failure, if she was honest.

,,Thanks dad"

She sighed, running her hands though her sweaty hair. Steve gave a nod and lifted himself off the ground.

,,So, ice cream?"

He asked as he extended a hand to help his daughter up. Alena pulled herself up, the bright smile returning to her face.

,,Ice cream! But you pay, because I don't have any money"

She laughed, pointing her finger at him cheekily. Even if the running part wasn't exactly successful, Alena learned an important thing that fay.

Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses, just because someone couldn't do something from the get go, didn't mean they were a failure or unworthy of praise. It was the journey to success that counted and the determination to get there, rather than the actual success.

And she knew now that everyone needed a hypeperson sometimes. For her, it was her dad today and for her dad it had been Bucky in the forties. Without the necessary reassurance, neither her dad nor her would've made it to the point they were at right now.

A/N: Hello hello, some Steve and Alena bonding for youuuu. Tbh, this doesn't really serve a plot, but I thought I'd write it anyways bc why not :)
Anyways, have a great day/night, beautiful people, hope you enjoyed, stay amazing and I'll see you around <33