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*Reader chokes on drink* SPIDERWIDOW?!?

{Heh short rant at the end watch out below!!! Also thanks for over 500 reads!!! I read all of the comments so comment whatever :> }

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{Warnings: partial implying of incest and/or pedophilia...

Ships: Natasha x person(s) [it's a secret hehe], Hawksilver,

Languages used: English, Russian, and Polish. Translations will obviously be provided.

Please Note: The people who live in the tower are: Tony, Pepper, Peter, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Loki, Sam and Rhodey. Pepper took off for Peter's birthday and everyone is actually gathered together for once.}

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Today was Peter Parker's 16th birthday. For the past two years since he'd moved in with them, the Avengers had gone all out with the birthday surprises. This year, though, Peter had another idea.

You see, Peter wasn't actually a Parker... He was a Romanoff. When he moved into the Avengers Tower at age 14, Tony thought it was because his aunt had died and he had no more family. But that was far from the truth.

Peter actually moved in with the Avengers to stay with his family. May had recently retired (faked her death Nick Fury style) and moved back to Italy to reunite with her family, leaving Peter "without an adult" as he was still a minor. In reality, his biological mother(s) and father(s) were still alive, but that was a secret. So Tony offered him a room in the Avengers Tower and that was that. Or was it...

{Ok, on with the regularly scheduled program... sorry for that lonnng explanation!}

Peter woke up at 2:30 am, determined to make the most of his 16th birthday. He quickly ran down the hall into his mom's room and sat on her bed. He then rubbed her back softly. Natasha, being a light sleeper, shot up in the bed. Peter ducked as she punched right where his face was two seconds ago.
When the assassin noticed that it was only her son, she stopped.

"Петр, что это? это середина ночи."
(Translation: "Pyotr, what is it? It's the middle of the night.")

"мама, ты можешь спать в моей постели до утра? Я хочу разыграть Клинта. Сделайте вид, будто мы ..." he stopped and shuddered, "все вместе..."
(Translations: "Mom, can you sleep in my bed until morning? I want to prank Clint. Pretend we are ..." "together...")

Natasha chuckled and nodded. "конечно. мы также можем рассказать твоим родителям другой секрет, если хочешь ... тебе сейчас шестнадцать."
(Translation: "Sure. We can also tell your parents the other secret if you want ... you are now sixteen.")

Peter looked like a kid at Christmas as she said that. He hastily pulled his mom out of her bed and took her to his room. He pushed her onto his bed and then climbed to her side, becoming her little spoon. Natasha unconsciously wrapped her arms around her son's smaller form, pulling him closer to her.

To others, this would probably look like she was cuddling him sexually. But to them, they were purely just mother-son snuggling. The pair gradually relaxed until they fell fast asleep in each other's arms, prepared for the coming day.