Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader One-shots

Smoking - NR

TW: Smoking

Words: 971

Mama!Nat- Reader is 16

Y/N's POV

I've been smoking for around 5 months now and everyday I feel myself wanting more and more cigarettes. It began as one every few days and now I have to have one every few hours at least. No one else in the compound knew that I smoked because I always chew chewing gum to stop people from smelling it on my breath and I always lock my room so that I can smoke out my window. Surprisingly, I've been doing quite well hiding it.

At the moment, it's just me, mum (Nat), Yelena and Bruce at the compound and we are all just sat watching Conjuring 2. We got about half-way through the film when I got a really sudden urge to smoke. I quickly excused myself, getting a few glances off of mum.

When I got to my room, I quickly lifted up my mattress to find my cigarettes with my lighter. I wasted no time bringing the cigarette up to my mouth and lighting it. Almost instantly, all of the craving and anger from not smoking went away. All the worries of wondering if I'm good enough fade to the back of my mind, and the thoughts of hatred towards myself die down to a place they won't return until I need another cigarette.

My peace was quickly disturbed however, when I realised that I was so desperate to smoke, I didn't lock my door. Meaning a very angry, Russian, read-headed mother standing wide-eyed in my doorway. I'm screwed.

Natasha's POV

It was quite late at night and whilst most of the team was out in a mission, the 4 of us that didn't go are watching some horror movie in the Living room. Really spontaneously, Y/N got up and left by just saying "I'm going bed." I knew she doesn't ever announce when she goes to sleep. I contemplated following her for a moment but swiftly got up to see is she was okay.

When I got to her room, I could hear her slowly sighing. This was the moment I knew something had to be wrong so I began by knocking lightly. She obviously was either ignoring me or couldn't hear me. "Y/N, baby?" I said as I opened her door. Then what I saw was my 16 year old daughter smoking out of her window, looking back at me. This kid knew she messed up.

Slowly I walked up to her, her eyes not leaving mine, and I grabbed the cigarette out of her hand and threw it out the window. "How long?" I asked calmly, turning around. "About five months.." She replied tilting her head downwards. "Sit." I sternly said, she quickly obeyed and I sat next to her. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this sort of behaviour is" I said being as sympathetic as possible even though I was extremely angry, "You are a beautiful 16 year old girl that doesn't need these."

She turned her head downwards away from my gaze, whether it was from guilt or anger I wasn't sure so I used my index finger and my thumb to lift up her chin and all I could see was sadness. "I'm sorry m-mama, I-it just g-got too much." My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, "What got too much, moya lybov?". "The expectations, people wanting so much from me, everything." she replied, "It was just something to ease everything up for a while but I guess I got a bit carried away and addicted".

"You realise that you mean the world to everyone in this entire compound and no matter what you do you'll make me proud, okay?" she nodded at my words "I want you to say it, say No matter what I do I make mum proud." I could hear her snigger a bit at my words, "No matter what I do I will make my mum proud". "See wasn't so hard was it, now do you think you can give me the rest of them?" The next thing I know, I saw her hesitate before reaching into her pocket and handing me the rest of the cigarettes. "Thank you, baby. We can talk in the morning okay. I'll stay here with you tonight." She nodded and laid down. I got in onto the other side of the bed and placed her head on my chest, protectively wrapping my arms around her."

Y/N's POV

I woke up at around 10am, laying with my mum. "Good morning sleepyhead.." she said, "So last night, I've been thinking, what do you think about some sort of counselling?" I hummed in response. I know that it helps people so I'm hoping that she'll help me if it doesn't help me. "Alright mum, but... If it doesn't help then I'll tell you and we don't do it anymore and you don't question it." Mum looked down at me sympathetically and replied softly "deal."

*timeskip 6 months later*

Its officially been around 5 months since I quit smoking. When mum found out I smoked I only smoked a couple more times. I was just coming back into the compound from therapy when I saw everyone sat in the compound and mum quickly engulfed me in a giant hug. "Hey honey, everyone wanted to see you and say happy 5 months without smoking!" I looked behind her and everyone started cheering and creating a giant group hug. "Thank you mama, thank you everyone for everything." i say tearing up. "We love you Y/N!!!" They all shout.

I don't think that I could've ever stopped if It wasn't for my family and especially my mum.

A/N

This started off okay, then got more and more irritating to write so I'm sorry it ends a bit suddenly and really cheesy. Anyways I'm running out of ideas if you couldn't tell :)