Natasha Romanoff x Teen! Adopted Child! Magic! Reader Headcanons
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You were given up to the foster system in Russia when you were born
Your parents were teens who couldn't look after you
Natasha was on a mission when you tried to steal from the wrong person
The gruff man had grabbed your wrist, squeezing too tight for your young arm
Natasha noticed quite quickly and got him away from you
She crouched down to your level, smiling gently
Cue instant glaring, pouting and looking away
"Can I take a look at your wrist?"
She gently checked your wrist
"Why were you stealing from that man?"
Suspicious glancing from the corner of your eye
Natasha nodded in understanding, standing up
It didn't take long for you to open up about your life until that point
After lunch, she left, promising she would return
Before long she had signed the papers, and was bringing you over to America
Of course there was one thing you had neglected to tell her
You were at the compound one day, six years after she had adopted you
Natasha was chatting with Bruce in the kitchen, and you were just doing your homework at the kitchen island
Natasha knocked a mug down, but couldn't grab it in time
You held your hand out and the mug seemed to rewind back onto the bench
You were oblivious to the looks of the two adults, and when you looked up and saw their stares, well
You just grinned innocently, packed up your homework and left the room with a wave
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