My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

Bathtime

Age: 14 months
Word count: 1062
Summary: For the past months, Alena hated Bath times, so, when it's time for one, it gets stressful.

,,Okay, come here, нарушитель спокойствия (troublemaker), time for your bath"

Natasha ran after her 14 month old daughter, who'd just learned how to sprint away from her parents whenever there was an activity she didn't particularly like.

Alena giggled while her little feet hit the ground in a fast rhythm. She had her hands to her side for balance and ran around the kitchen isle.

Suddenly though, the taps stopped and Natasha could hear her daughter's high pitched screaming, mixed with laughs and giggles. Turns out, Clint had snuck up on her and tickled her as she squirmed in his arms.

,,Running away from your Mama again, are you, kid"

He smiled, glancing at his best friend, who just turned the corner to fetch the little redhead. Alena just continued giggling and moving in her uncles arms, before she was promptly handed to her mother.

Natasha pressed a soft kiss to the 14 month olds cheek and stroked a piece of rather long auburn hair from her face.

,,Thank you, Clint. Давай, светлячок, давай тебя искупаем. (Cmon, little light, lets get you bathed)"

She thanked the archer as her daughter began squirming in her arms at the word 'bath'. Lately she's been resisting bath time like it was the biggest form of torture, but not because she didn't like baths, she just simply didn't like to get dressed afterwards.

So, bathtime was stressful for the little girl's parents everytime. Still, they had to get said girl clean somehow.

,,No bath, Mama!"

Alena complained as her mother began carrying her away. When the latter ignored her whining, her lips curled into a frown. Only seconds later, the girl's high pitched screams could be heard all throughout the compound, followed by Natasha's attempts to calm her down.

,,Alena hate bath, No bath, Mama, no bath!!"

The little redhead cried, her little fists hitting her mother's back as she carried her towards the bathtub. Seconds later, the cries stopped.

Natasha let out a relieved sigh the second her daughter settled into the water. For now, the hard part was done. It surprised her every time, how her child's attitude could go from hating to loving bathtime in the course of just 5 minutes.

,,Mama look, ducky!"

Alena presented one of her many bath toys to her mother proudly, beaming from one eye to another. She seemed to have forgotten all about her tantrum and was happily squeezing the rubber duck.

,,Красивый, детка свет (Beautiful, baby light)"

Natasha laughed. It was just too hard to stay mad at the adorable little redhead and if she was honest, she was glad that she got a few minutes of peace before yet the next struggle would arise.

Alena stayed in the bath for ten more minutes, giggling and splashing the water around. At one point, she ended up with a pile of foam on her head, which her mom called a "foam crown".

But then, the dreaded moment of getting out of the bath arrived.

,,Okay, Alena love, time to get out"

Natasha announced, towel at the ready to wrap the 14 month old in it. Alena whipped her head around, looking at her mother in disbelief. Her baby blue eyes grew wide as her lips curled into a frown.

,,No out, Alena stay!!"

The little girl protested as her Mom wrapped her in the warm fuzzy towel. Her brows furrowed, trying their hardest to make her look angry. Instead, she just looked adorable.

,,It's okay, you can put on your PJs, and then dad's gonna read something to you, Okay?"

Natasha explained to her 14 month old child, who was flailing in her arms, resisting to get dressed. She set her down to the floor, hoping she'd say, but Alena had a different plan.

,,No!"

She yelled and took off running, loosing her towel along the way. So, like ever so often, there was a little redhead with nothing but a diaper running around the compound, resisting the imprisonment of clothes.

What she hadn't thought of was that Steve had gotten home by now though. So, when she collided with her father's legs, he picked her up and carried her back to her room.

,,Hi little light, are you running from Mama again?"

He greeted her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. The little girl was slightly panting from all the running she did, her hair already a mess again.

,,Daddy, Alena no like clothes"

She announced, even though she noticed how cold she got with just her diaper on. But, even as a baby, Alena was stubborn, so she'd rather be caught dead than admit that.

Steve rested the little redhead on his hip before entering the room.

,,You're home early"

Natasha noticed as her boyfriend stood in the doorframe, their daughter hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She approached the people she loved most in the world, greeted Steve with a kiss and began slipping Alena into her PJs.

,,Yea, mission got done faster than expected. Turns out, hydra agents aren't exactly smart"

He explained, assisting his girlfriend by putting his daughters arms into the onesie.

Alena seemed to have given up resistance at this point, probably because she got tired from all the running away and protesting. Instead, her head rested on her dad's shoulder, her eyes almost too heavy to keep open.

In moments like these Natasha once again realised how lucky she was. Sure, Alena was a handful, but if she was honest, she wouldn't have it any other way. The little redhead was her light, her miracle, her everything.

And even though the 14 month old was too small to understand just how much her parents and everyone around her loved her, she would grow up to be the kind of person that loved unconditionally and without exception, just because she learned to know what love was at such a young age.

A/N: Baby Alena content for youuuu :) Dyou like it when I make oneshots about Alenas childhood, or would you rather see more teenage/young adult Alena?
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this really fluffy one, I hope you have a great day/night, stay amazing and I'll see you around <33