natasha and you have been married for 18 years now, its crazy to think about it, young love to a hillside house and a wedding band. natasha always thinks about how lucky she is, how greatful she is to have you, her wife, and your daughter, you welcomed her through IVF 17 years ago, natasha’s pride and joy. when you agreed to carry her child, that’s the second she proposed, and from then on you became mrs and mrs romanoff

mum life was difficult to say the least, your daughter at an young age was just a noisy baby, she grew into a sassy toddler and an ever sassier little girl. when puberty hit her, all she really wanted was you two, she followed in natasha’s path, learning to fight, although natasha dropped out of the avengers when your daughter was 10, she couldn’t risk it. she was your best friend, always being truthful, and always coming back to you at the end of the day.

you didn’t rid her from parties, as long as she didn’t get too drunk and came home at an appropriate time, but last night she brought up a party that was defiantly for much older kids, so you turned it down and suggested a movie night. around 11 you went to say goodnight and she was gone, you and natasha didn’t explode her phone, only waited for her to arrive back, tracking her phone just in case she’s hurt.

by 6 am she’s opening the front door, waking you both up, she freezes looking at you both, she looks defeated.

“hey mama.. hey mummy”