My Little Light || Natasha Romanoff x Oc daughter oneshots

Crayon room?

Age: 12
Warning: Mentions of the red room
Word count: 863
Requested by: rosiesdiaries
Summary: Alena asks her mother about her past...

Thanks for your request <33

Natasha was doing laundry in her bedroom, watching TV as she did to keep her entertained. She just finished folding one of her husband's shirts as she heard Alena's backpack hitting the floor before the door slammed shut.

Either the 12 year old had had a horrid day or was very lost in thought. Since the door slamming didn't sound intentional, Nat assumed the second one.

Minutes later, the young redhead stuck her head into the room, a rather troubled expression on her facd. The frown tugging at her lips told her that her daughter hadn't stopped thinking about her issue all day.

,,Mama?"

Alena then asked, slipping into the room before she closed the door behind her. Nat hummed in confirmation as she turned off the TV in order to give her daughter her undivided attention.

,,So I've been thinking and I heard you talk to Dad the other day about some crayon room"

The girl explained, her baby blue eyes wide and innocent. Her mother looked at her quite puzzled for a second.

,,Детка свет (baby light), you heard me talk about what?"

She inquired, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out what her 12 year old was referring to.

,,A crayon room. You know, the place where you grew up?"

Alena retorted, apparently completely oblivious what it was like growing up in the "crayon room". Natasha leaned back on the bed, one of her hands clutching the sheets.

,,You mean the red room, милая девушка (sweet girl)?"

The latter decoded, looking into her daughter's innocent eyes. She had no idea what the red room was, she had no idea how horrible the people there were, she had no idea of the nightmares Natasha faced for years and years after escaping ... she had no idea of the constant fear of Dreykov or one of his henchmen showing up to take her away.

Alena had no idea.

,,What is it, Mama? Are you okay?"

The 12 year old stared at her mom, who had zoned out. She climbed onto the bed next to her, grasping her hand.

Nat winced for only a split second as she was pulled back into reality, her daughter's panicked face close to hers.

,,Yea, I'm fine"

She confirmed, cupping the side of the 12 year olds face. Alena relaxed crawling further onto the bed to get comfortable.

,,What is a red room, Mama?"

The question that's been burning on the redheads tongue all day hit Nat harder than she would've liked. She hated talking about it, but she knew the day would come, when her child would want to know about her past.

So, the older redhead took a deep breath while she pondered how to best explain it to the girl. After all, this was a very ... adult topic, no 12 year old should know about or worse, relate to.

Unfortunately, many girls had, Natasha included.

,,It's ... complicated, Alena. The red room isn't a nice place, many girls never get out. Do you remember how i told you to listen to what I tell you to incase someone is in the house when you were younger?"

She explained, running her fingers through her hair before tucking a piece of hair behind Alena's ear. The girl nodded:

,,Run to your room and hide in the tiny closet or if i can, call dad?"

,,Yea, that. You see, I escaped the red room, which they didn't like. Your uncle Clint helped me escape, but I wasn't really safe for years. When I had you, I was scared they'd come for you, моя любовь (my love), so that's why i told you to do that in case of emergency"

Natasha continued. She figured if they'd already started the topic, she might as well tell the 12 year old all of it.

,,Are you safe now?"

Alena asked, quite worried now. She didn't know that her Mama's past had been so complicated and scary. Now it was Tashas turn to nod.

,,Yea, yea I am. We're safe, Обещаю, мой драгоценный маленький свет (I promise, my precious little light)"

She confirmed, a small smile tugging at her lips. Alena returned the smile, just a lot brighter, before falling into her mother's arms.

,,I'm sorry you had to go through that, Mama"

The young redhead mumbled, nuzzling deeper into her Mom's embrace. Natasha stroked her hair, resting her head on top of hers.

,,The most important thing is that we're safe now, свет (light)"

And they were. Natasha made sure of that, every day, even though she knew they'd taken down the red room years ago, she still made sure to do everything necessary to keep her family safe.

A/N: I'm finally getting to write again, since I'm feeling a lot better and I thought I'd start with a request :)
I hope you enjoyed it, especially bc it's a little heavier than the normal little Alena oneshots I made.
Anyways, have a great day/night, stay amazing and I'll see you around <33