My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

Bedtime

Age: 4
Word count: 1143
Summary: Nat and Steve desperately try getting Alena to bed after a chill day

Alena Lubov was an active child. Especially on chill days where she wouldn't get to go outside.

Today was one of those days. It had been raining all day (Not that that would stop Alena), but her parents had decided that it would be best to stay in the warm compound.

Additionally the family of 3 was in a moving process.

Natasha and Steve had decided that Alena shouldn't grow up in the compound, where there could be something happening any second.

So, the couple had found an apartment down the street.

It was just the right size for the three of them. 2 bedrooms, a living room and kitchen combination and Alena would get her own bathroom.

Not that she would need it at the age of four, but Nat thought that when their little girl eventually got older, she would enjoy a little privacy.

So, Nat and Alena spent the day packing clothes of the four year old into a big moving box. Steve was busy clearing out their room, so whenever the little redhead felt like it she wandered over to her parents room.

Still, she didn't get a big chance to tire herself out, so after dinner, Alena was busy jumping from couch to couch in the big living room.

,, Mini Romanoff, time for bed now"

A slightly annoyed Tony explained as he came into the living room.

,,Noo, uncle Tony the floor is lava, can't you see?"

The redhead squealed, wide eyed when she saw her favourite uncle touch the floor as if it was nothing.

He smirked slightly at the little girl, but ordered:

,,I'm serious Alena, off to bed. The adults wanna watch TV."

Alena didn't like that. She frowned a similar frown to Yelenas. Then she continued jumping on the couch, almost daring Tony.

,,Romanoff, Rogers, get your kid off my couch"

He yelled up the stairs. Alena saw that he was rolling his eyes, but to be fair, she didn't even care.

Natasha came down the stairs to go grab Alena so she could play in their room.

,,мало света, time for bed. Uncle tony wants the couch for himself now"

The assasin ordered sternly, aware that her daughter wouldnt move if she was being asked nicely.

,,Five more minutes, Mama. The floor is lava right now"

Little Alena informed her mother, expecting to get away with it.

,,No Alena, now. You can play up in Daddy's and my room before bed"

Natasha put her foot down, getting slightly annoyed with the little redhead.

The assasin could watch in live action, on how Alena stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth curled onto a frown once more.

The four year old was stubborn, to the point where she would throw a fit when she was told no.

As much as Natasha hated to admit it, it was her fault. She struggled with taking away her daughters happiness and seeing her sad.

The redhead just wanted her child to have everything she never had growing up. So, she couldn't say no to Alenas adorable little face.

Tony looked at his teammate, Natasha back at him. The both of them knew what was about to happen.