My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

What a night - tantrum pt. 2

Age: 15
Word count: 1530
Summary: Alena chose to go to a party after a fight with her Mom. As guilt sets in, the 15 year old decides to fight it with distraction...

,,Go, go, go we don't have time"

Alena pressured her best friend, grabbing a dress from her closet while giving him a push towards the window. Even though her mom said to do whatever, she didnt feel like she had permission to go to that party.

,,Light, you okay?"

Peter asked, concern swinging with his voice as he leaned against the open window. He felt a little off about the whole thing, but trusted that the redhead knew what she was doing.

,,Yea, yea I'm fine. Do I still have that mascara at yours?"

The girl in question answered as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, her hand gripping the base of his neck, indicating she was ready to go. Peter shot her a puzzled look, before he gave a smile:

,,Think so. Your parents know about this, right?"

,,Kinda. Peter, will you just do me a favor and get us to yours so I can get ready?"

Alena avoided the question, pushing herself closer against his body to shove him towards the window. She was ready to forget the past hour for at least the next few.

He gave a nod, tightening his grip around her waist as they climbed onto the window sill. The redhead clung to him, wrapping her legs around his torso as they swung through the streets of New York to get to Peter's place.

,,Light, your hair is in my face"

The 15 year old boy complained, trying to regain sight as Alena threw her hair back in an attempt to help:

,,Sorry, Sorry"

Before they knew it, their feet touched solid ground again. Alena was slightly out of breath since she made it a habit to hold it while swinging, which, to be honest, wasn't the brightest idea.

Once the dizziness had faded, the redhead began searching for her stuff which at this point was scattered all over Peter's room. It was almost ridiculous how much time the two of them spent at each others houses, up to the point where half their things were at the other's place.

,,Pete, where the fuck is my mascara? You know the blue waterproof one?"

Alena asked from his bathroom, before he could hear her going through his bathroom cabinet. Seconds later, there was a silence, followed by a gasp:

,,Oh my god"

The redhead emerged from the bathroom, a smirk on her face as she held up her mascara proudly in one hand, while holding a box in the other.

Peter turned to her, his eyes darting between her mascara and the other box, trying to identify what it was, before it hit him.

,,Peter"

,,Yea"

,,Why do you have condoms in your bathroom cabinet?"

Alena asked, trying hard to suppress a giggle. This was highly amusing to her, since to her knowledge, Peter neither had a girlfriend nor a crush at the time.

The boy turned away, his cheeks flushing red as he ran his hands through his hair.

,,May ... gave them to me. Uhm, you know for the field trip next week"

He admitted, wanting to drown in embarrassment. Alena couldn't help but burst out giggling. If she was honest, she found his reaction far more amusing than the fact that he even had condoms in the first place.