My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

Comfort food

Age: 19
Word count: 1274
Summary: Alena visits her aunt for the first time after the blip, after her mothers death and after the battle against thanos.

Alenas hair whipped behind her as she walked.

She was walking up stairs to an apartment in ohio.

She knew that her aunt lived here, just from asking and being successful in actually texting the right number.

What Yelena didn't know that her niece was visiting her.

As of now, the blonde had no idea of what had happened to her sister.

That was Alenas mission for today.

Her stomach turned at the thought of having to tell her auntie why Natasha wasn't with her.

The redhead had now reached the right floor and looked for the right door.

,,Belova. Here goes nothing"

She sighed as she found the right door and gave it a knock.

Seconds later, the blonde answered the door.

Her expression softened immediately once she saw the 19 year old standing at her doorstep.

,,Alena? What are you doing here?"

She asked, her eyes radiating joy and confusion.

,,Hey. Dad's visiting family in ohio and I wanted to visit my favourite auntie"

Alena explained with a lopsided grin.

,,And I need to tell you something"

She added, the smile vanishing off her face.

Yelena frowned, sensing that something was off.

,,Свет, where is your mom?"

She asked, only to be met with silence.

,,Do you have some mac and cheese?"

Alena changed the topic rapidly, hoping intensively that her aunt had some.

The blonde nodded and opened up the door for her to enter.

Yelena definitely knew that something was off, but she wasn't quite sure what as of now.

,,So, how are you, свет (light)"

She inquired as she stood at the stove, warming up some mac and cheese.

Alena stayed quiet. Instead she went over to the cutlery drawer and pulled our two forks.

She hoped to avoid the topic of her mental state for as long as possible, especially because of the reason for her current state of mind.

,,Where do you keep your bowls? And the hot sauce?"

The redhead asked, choosing to simply ignore her aunt's question.

Yelena turned to her. She did not like being ignored and Alena knew that all too well.

,,Alena"

,,Yea"

,,Answer my question"

Alena found the bowls and set them down on the table.

Tears started burning in her eyes, the longer the silence lasted.

Yelena was done with the mac and cheese and set the pot onto the table as well.

The blonde observed her niece carefully, not missing the pursed lipped frown she recognised in herself too many times.