Natasha Romanoff OneShots

kitty kitty - NR

Requested by @BlackWidowzzz
Guess what... it's another Mama!Nat for you because I'm slightly obsessed

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"Ahhh, Romanoff" Tony announced as he strutted into the kitchen, his crisp white shirt stained with grease. "Wait, where's squirt?"

Nat shot him a pointed look. Not even a hi? A good afternoon? No, of course not. She was just sitting at the kitchen island casually reading her book before she was rudely disturbed by Stark. "Look at the clock."

Tony made a big deal of projecting a hologram clock into the air from his fancy watch, when all he really needed to do was look up. But Nat didn't dare tell him. It was too funny to watch him be his usual cocky self. "It's 3:50pm."

He stared blankly at Nat. "Yes..." she encouraged, waving her hand in front of her face to signal for him to carry on his sentence.

"The significance of that time being..." he trailed off in confusion as he was well and truly puzzled.

"Oh my god you call yourself a genius" she deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "It's nap time Stark. You know Y/N naps every day from 2 until 4. She's been here for 2 years now, surely you could remember?"

The look of realisation that crossed Tony's face was similar to one from a cartoon show. His eyes went wide and he slowly nodded, almost showing Nat the gears turning in his head. "Well, when she's awake I want to see her. That giggle monster needs her Tony Time."

Nat sighed. "Tony she's only 2. I don't need you indoctrinating her brain with whatever crap it is you do down in that laboratory. You can see her when she's with me, but not on her own. Wait 'till she's older."

Stark huffed and crossed is arms. "You drive a hard bargain Romanoff. But fine." He didn't bother waiting for a response. He was out of that kitchen almost as quickly as he came in.

Nat didn't mind though. She knew she only had 10 minutes or so before she needed to wake Y/N up, and as much as she loved her daughter, the peace and quiet was very hard to come by, so she cherished this tiny moments she got to herself.

But lo and behold, 5 minutes later another pair of footsteps entered the room. Nat being Nat could identify who each belonged to, and these were lighter, almost silent. She immediately knew.

"Natasha where is the cat?"

"Oh my god! It's always the cat. Or the kid. But never me." Nat mumbled under her breath before flashing her unsuspecting sister a sickly sweet smile. "I'm doing really well, thank you so much for taking the time to come and see how I'm doing. I really appreciate it sestra."

Yelena rolled her eyes, plonking herself in chair opposite Nat. "Your welcome. Now where is that cat?"

"I have no idea! Because funnily enough I don't keep a tracker on him."

Yelena looked surprised. "Well you should! I keep one on Fanny. You are a bad cat mom."

An alarm chimed on Nat's phone, letting her know that it was 4pm. "Yeah and I'm about to be a bad human mom. So if you'll excuse me, I have a baby to go and wake up."