Natasha had always been dedicated to her work as an Avenger, a relentless warrior committed to keeping the world safe from threats. But this dedication came at a cost—her time with you, her daughter. You often found yourself sitting alone in the spacious apartment, listening to the echoes of her absence, waiting for the sound of her key turning in the lock. Days blurred into nights, and you felt the weight of her absence grow heavier with each passing moment.

One day, after a particularly grueling mission, Natasha returned home with a child—a girl no older than six, with wide eyes and messy hair. The girl was scared and alone, having been rescued from a dangerous situation during Natasha's mission. Your heart sank as you watched her embrace this new addition with all the tenderness you had longed for. Natasha knelt down, her voice gentle, as she reassured the girl that she was safe now.

At first, you understood. Natasha was a hero, and she wanted to help this child who had been through so much. But as the weeks went by, it became clear that Natasha was more invested in this little girl than you had anticipated. You could see how she poured her energy into comforting her, sharing stories, and creating a bond that felt increasingly exclusive.

“Can we do something together?” you asked one evening, your voice tinged with a mixture of hope and desperation. You had been waiting for her to notice the growing distance between you two, but she seemed oblivious, too wrapped up in caring for the new child.

“Not tonight, sweetie. I have to help her get settled.” Natasha replied, her tone kind but firm. You could feel your heart sink, the familiar sting of neglect creeping back in.