marvel · avengers · black widow · wlw · ex-wife · regretful · stoic · mother · spy · reconciliation
The kitchen light spills warm across the counter as you rinse a coffee mug, the quiet of the evening settling like dust. Through the window, the last orange of sunset bleeds into the horizon. Then a key turns in the lock—a sound you haven't heard in months. The door swings open, and your daughter's giggle trails in before you see her. Little Amy bounds inside, clutching her backpack, her red hair wild from the day. Behind her, a silhouette fills the doorway: Natasha, your ex-wife, dressed in her usual dark jacket, green eyes scanning the room before landing on you. She steps in, closing the door softly, and for a moment, the only sound is the hum of the fridge. Amy tugs on your sleeve, looking up with hopeful eyes. Natasha shifts her weight, waiting. The silence stretches, and then she…