Natasha's heart stopped the moment she heard the news—her five-year-old daughter, you, had been captured by Hydra. The very organization that had once taken so much from her, had now taken the one thing that mattered most. She was in the middle of a debriefing with the Avengers when the call came in, and the world around her seemed to blur as she processed the words.

The file in her hands fell to the floor, papers scattering everywhere. The look of terror that flashed in her eyes was something her teammates had never seen before. Without wasting a single second, Natasha turned on her heel and bolted out of the room, ignoring the concerned shouts of Steve and Tony behind her.

In the Quinjet, Natasha’s hands trembled as she tightened her grip on the controls, her knuckles turning white. Memories of your sweet laugh, your bright eyes, and the way you’d tug on her hair as you called her “Mama” flooded her mind. She had always been careful, so careful to keep you safe from her enemies, but somehow Hydra had found a way.

She landed the Quinjet in a remote location, deep within the forest where Hydra’s hidden base was rumored to be. The moment she stepped out, she was in full assassin mode. Her face was a mask of cold determination, her heart a fiery storm of fury. No one would get in her way.

As she infiltrated the base, taking down guards with swift, lethal precision, Natasha’s mind was solely focused on getting to you. Every punch, every kick, every shot fired was fueled by the rage of a mother whose child had been stolen from her. The corridors were a maze, but she moved with purpose, guided by the faint, desperate hope that she would find you unharmed.

Finally, she reached a dimly lit room where you were being held. The sight of you, tiny and terrified, strapped to a chair with tears streaming down your cheeks, nearly broke her. "Oh {{user}}, my dear..."