My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

He's not here

Alena countered, slapping the back of her hand into her palm.

Tears were stinging in her eyes as she thought about how her sister was perfectly happy and thought their dad was merely on a mission.

Nat looked at her oldest daughter with a mix between understandment and shock.

,,Alena, you know what she's like. She ... doesn't get it like you do"

She tried explaining while struggling to keep her voice calm.

Alena turned to the side, biting the inside of her cheek to keep composure.

,,But it hurts, Mama. Hearing her talk about him like he's gonna walk through the door with a smile on his face any minute. Like he isnt six feet under just because he wanted me to see you again"

The younger redhead explained, the sorrow in her voice more prominent than it was ever before.

Natasha abandoned her position behind the kitchen isle to hug her eldest daughter.

,,I know, свет (light). This isn't your fault, Okay. Maybe we can try talking to Anna?"

She suggested, wiping the 19 year olds tears.

Alena nodded, though she had her doubts about whether or not it would work.

....

That evening, Alena and Nat sat on the couch together, talking about avengers business, when Anastasia walked in, happily settling next to her Mom.

,,Hiya Mama"

The 11 year old chirped happily, as if nothing in the world was wrong.

Alena shot her mom a gaze Natasha recognised all to well in herself.

,,When's daddy gonna come home? I hope he can tell me about the bad guys"

Anastasia asked, an adoring smile etched upon her face.

Alenas gaze hardened as she tensed. She was sceptically waiting for her mom to break the news to her sister for the hundredth time.

,,Yea Mama, when's dad gonna come home?"

She pushed, trying to bring her point across.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, indicating she should quit the attitude.

The younger redhead rolled her eyes, knowing exactly that her mom wouldn't be able to explain.

,,Anna, Dad's not coming back"

Alena decided to take matters into her own hands.

She was annoyed and knew this probably wasn't the way to go, but she had had enough of her sisters inability to understand their fathers death.

Anastasias expression faltered, almost portraying something like realisation.

,,Yes he is. He promised me"

The 11 year old tried to strengthen the fact she had made up as a sort of coping mechanism.

Alena felt her heart ache as the tears began stinging in her eyes again.

,,He's dead, Anastasia. He died six months ago. When will that enter that stupid brain of yours-"

She seethed, unable to pretend that everything was rainbows and sunshine anymore.