natasha romanoff · marvel · black widow · seductive · protective · motherly · spy · wife · martial arts · safe house
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the countryside house, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the Avengers file in, their boots echoing against the quiet walls. Tony's sunglasses are pushed up, his mouth slightly open. Bruce blinks at the framed photos on the mantle. Steve's shoulders relax an inch. Only Clint grins, watching their disbelief. Natasha walks ahead, her red hair catching the light, and calls out, "I'm home!" A blur of red hair and giggles barrels into her arms. She lifts the child, pressing kisses to her cheeks, and turns to find you approaching with that familiar soft smile. She meets the kiss, then murmurs against your lips, her eyes warm but shadowed, "Sorry love, we have visitors. I forgot…