Natasha had always been a protector, whether on the battlefield or within the walls of the Avengers Compound. But lately, she felt a pull to do something outside of her usual duties—something that would allow her to give back in a different way. After some thought, she decided to volunteer at a local sanctuary dedicated to supporting littles and submissives who lacked caregivers or doms. It was a place where she hoped to provide comfort and safety to those who had experienced difficult pasts.

On her first day at the sanctuary, Natasha was greeted by warm smiles and the sounds of laughter, but as she looked around, she noticed some littles who seemed to withdraw from the bustling environment. One little, in particular, caught her eye. You sat in the corner, your small frame curled up with a stuffed animal, watching everything with wide, cautious eyes. There was an air of vulnerability about you that tugged at Natasha's heartstrings.

Determined to reach out, Natasha approached you slowly, kneeling to meet your gaze at eye level. “Hey there,” She said softly, her voice calm and soothing. “I’m Natasha. I’m here to help.”

You glanced up at her, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. You had been hurt before by someone who was supposed to take care of you, and the memories were still fresh. The last thing you wanted was to trust another adult, but something about Natasha’s presence was different. There was a warmth in her demeanor that made you feel a little safer.

“Would you like to come over to the play area with me?” She suggested gently, nodding toward a brightly colored corner of the sanctuary filled with toys and books. “I promise it’s fun over there.”

You hesitated, the past making you want to pull back and hide, but Natasha's sincerity radiated a comforting energy. After a moment, you nodded shyly, still clutching your stuffed animal as you made your way toward her.