This time it is Natasha's origins. If you want the full run-down, I would highly reccomend finding this series on AO3. General warnings for wetting and ageplay. Otherwise enjoy!
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She refused to admit that someone had gotten the jump on her. That certainly did not happen, thank you very much! However, the fact remained that there was a tall stranger in her room, probably here to kill her. Except he had a bow and arrows. And he looked surprisingly not scary.
"Relax," he said gently. She whimpered, scurrying backwards until she was against a wall. All her instincts were gone, and she was so little and stupid and... And....
"poteryal odeyalo," she whispered. (Lost my blanket)
"You lost your blankie," he responded in Russian. She nodded slowly. "It's okay," he smiled. "Come on, let's find it."
"Zachem?" she asked. (Why?)
Instead of answering, he pulled a pacifier out of his vest. "My daddy hates when I suck my thumb on missions," he explained. "So as a compromise, he sends me with this. That way I can comfort myself, and he doesn't have to worry about my dirty hands going in my mouth."
"Ty malo?" She asked. (You're little?)
He nodded. "Yup. Now hurry. If we're gonna get you out of here before they come-"
They were cut off by an explosion. the wall caved in and suddenly the blanket was the last thing on her mind.
"Fucking bastards," She growled in thickly accented English. "Everyone wants me dead."
"Come with me and I'll let you live," The stranger said.
She looked at him unsurely, before she nodded. What choice did she have?
* * * *
"CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Coulson roared. They had just stumbled into the safe-house, dirty, bloody, and with one more body than should be there.
"Sir, look there was a situation-"
"Oh I'm well aware of this situation Clint! You could have been KILLED!" The man yelled. "Not only that but you ignored direct orders to take out the target! Now you better have a really good explanation or she's going to die."
"Daddy she's little, just like me," He said, not finding it hard to age down. He usually did after missions and it helped him sit through debriefs. Coulson's eyes grew wide and, for the first time, really looked at the woman behind Clint. She was in fuzzy pajama bottoms and a pink shirt. The file they had said nothing about her EVER wearing pink. EVER. "She left everything behind and she doesn't have a blankie or a lovey or anything Daddy."
Coulson pinched the bridge of his nose. "How old is she?" He asked.
"Older than him," She said softly. "He promised me if I came with him that he would let me live."
".....You get to tell Hill," He finally sighed. Clint lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed his Daddy's cheek happily.
2.
SHIELD was far better than most of the places she had been. Actually it was at the top, aside from the three days she spent as a guest in a rich man's house as his mistress. She shuddered, trying to forget about that. No one trusted her by herself, so she was to room with Agent Hill on base. Clint was so excited to have another little on base but she was really REALLY shy.
She was curled up on her bed when there was a knock on the door. She quietly answered it and Clint was there. His cheeks were red and he looked... small and adorable in a way. "Um, I just uh... Wanted to give you this." He held out a small bear made out of quilt squares. "Daddy made it but he said not to tell anyone that."
Natasha smiled. "Thanks," She whispered. "Can I come over and play?"
Clint jumped up and down eagerly. "Yeah yeah yeah! We have cars and trains and action figures and all the cool toys!"
"Then what are we waiting here for?" She giggled, taking his hand. Clint ran down the hall to Coulson's apartment, quickly punching in his access code.
"Why are we at your Daddy's place?" She asked.
"He has all my stuff. I pretty much spend all my time here anyways," Clint said, fishing his pacifier out of it's pocket and popping it into his mouth. "Come on!"
* * * *
"Clint?" Phil said, rushing into the apartment. Hill was fast on his tail. Granted his little boy had a penchant for being dramatic, Phil wasn't about to take chances. He was all too grateful to see the two of them in the living room together, despite the mess of toys and a certain little boy in wet pants.
"on zabyl izmenit'," Natasha said gently, rubbing Clint's back. (He forgot to change.)
Phil let out a sigh, placing his gun back in the holster and helped Clint to his feet. "It's okay angel, I'm here," He murmured, taking the boy's hand.
Natasha waved happily to him, continuing to play with the trucks they had dug out. Maria smiled. She was.... cute. She just hope this didn't blow up in their face like everything usually did.
3.
Her first mission. She had worked hard to gain this level of trust. It was a simple in and out. Stop the bad guys, watch Clint's back. Plus, how could anything bad happen in a place like Budapest?
* * * *
She was wrong. By a lot.
Turns out the douchebags who were after her when Clint found her that day had teamed up with what Clint was calling "those half-assed clown-bastard carnies." They had managed to make a barricade in a warehouse, but they had limited ammo and no comms. Tasha was pretty sure Clint had broken his foot and she had sprained her wrist in the rush to grab Clint's arrow holster. When (if?) they got back, she was demanding they got it secured to his uniform.
"Tash!" Clint snapped. She looked up at him in a daze. "Focus. See if you can find any water. We're gonna need that before we can focus on anything else."
She nodded slowly, rising on shaky feet. She started to look, but there really wasn't much besides the rats and some stale breadcrusts. But then... huh. A spicket. No way in hell it'll work, She thought. With a shrug, she turned it on. And out flowed clean water. With pride she turned it off and returned to Clint. But this time....
"Hello Tasha," He said.
She swallowed hard. "The fuck do you want," She spat in Russian.
"Oh come now, is that any way to treat your friends?" He purred. She glared. He was holding his gun to Clint's head, and from what she could tell he had already beat him somewhat with it. "You know it wasn't very nice of you to play hide and seek with us."
"Who said I wanted to be found?" She said, leaning against a stack of crates.
"Ah, Natalia," He sighed. "Now, this is how this will work. You will both come with me. If you are lucky, one of you dies."
"Tash," Clint tries to choke out, but he earns a stomp on his bad foot for his trouble. The scream he let out rocked the redhead to her core.
"Natalia, be a good girl," He says. In an instant she's.... on the ground. In tears, her ears covered. She learned. She learned Damnit! She was a good girl and it didn't have to be this way! It didn't! Why was he-
She was cut off by a lot of gunfire and thwip! and general yelling and a lot of watching hand-to-hand. She crawled towards Clint, who crawled towards her.
"How old are you?" He asked her. She held up five shaky fingers. He held her tightly.
* * * *
"He.... He used that side against me a lot," She whispered. "I always figured their had to be more to it than what I was taught, but..." She teared up, and Phil squeezed her hand. "I-I fought it for so long once I ran away and then one day I just dropped and I was alone and I had to figure things out for myself and... and that's when I found out how peaceful it could be. How non-violent and manipulative it all could be."
Hill nodded. "Thank you for telling us Tasha," She said, finishing her notes. "You're clear."
She nodded and sulked out of the room. She went to see Clint, who was thankfully coloring in his hospital bed. She sat next to him.
"Here," He said, offering her a black crayon. She looked at what he was drawing, but was shocked by what she saw: His paper was covered in dead bodies, people with guns, and blood. Oh the blood.
"Why are you drawing such scary things?" She asked timidly.
"It helps me so I don't have to hold it inside," He shrugged. "Then Daddy and I talk about it and then he talks to Auntie Hill and then we all have hot chocolate!"
".....Can I draw too?" she asked. Clint smiled and nodded. The pictures they drew were gory and horrible, but for the first time in a long time, Natasha felt that she had a handle on her demons.
4.
Stark. Tony. Fucking. Stark.
"No. Fucking. Way," Natasha growled.
"Look, Phil can't spend every waking moment chasing him and we have it on good authority he's in some sort of trouble," Hill insisted. "It won't be long and after we figure things out, you're free to go, okay?"
She was not happy. Not at all. And then she actually walked in to the stupid mansion and... assessed him. A little, obviously. Made sense, though he was even younger than Clint. The woman he was signing the company over to was his mommy, no doubt. A pang of jealousy hit her. Why didn't she get a nice mommy?!
* * * *
Pepper was not happy with how things were going. Not by a long shot. But somehow.... they completed each other in a weird way. That's how she found herself in Pepper's lap, drinking wine. Totally unprofessional! her mind screamed. And yet.... It all felt right.
5.
Monaco. Fuck.
Pepper placed her baby in time out while he was still big. Natasha kept her mouth shut, despite noticing he needed a change and most likely needed to pee again. Why was he wearing diapers full time? Probably because of whatever the hell was wrong with his neck. She left with Pepper to go deal with things but the woman stopped once she was out of earshot of the room and started crying.
"Shh, calm down," Natasha cooed.
"What isn't he telling me Nat?" She cried.
6.
The expo was clearly a disaster. And per usual, SHE had to go beat sense into people. At the end of it though, Tony himself had invited her back to the mansion post-mission. Said he knew what she was and that they needed to stick together. That's how she ended up in bed with Tony and Pepper. That's how she started coming over for playdates. That's how she got the start to her family.
"Fucking bastards," She growled in thickly accented English. "Everyone wants me dead."
"Come with me and I'll let you live," The stranger said.
She looked at him unsurely, before she nodded. What choice did she have?
* * * *
"CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Coulson roared. They had just stumbled into the safe-house, dirty, bloody, and with one more body than should be there.
"Sir, look there was a situation-"
"Oh I'm well aware of this situation Clint! You could have been KILLED!" The man yelled. "Not only that but you ignored direct orders to take out the target! Now you better have a really good explanation or she's going to die."
"Daddy she's little, just like me," He said, not finding it hard to age down. He usually did after missions and it helped him sit through debriefs. Coulson's eyes grew wide and, for the first time, really looked at the woman behind Clint. She was in fuzzy pajama bottoms and a pink shirt. The file they had said nothing about her EVER wearing pink. EVER. "She left everything behind and she doesn't have a blankie or a lovey or anything Daddy."
Coulson pinched the bridge of his nose. "How old is she?" He asked.
"Older than him," She said softly. "He promised me if I came with him that he would let me live."
".....You get to tell Hill," He finally sighed. Clint lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed his Daddy's cheek happily.
2.
SHIELD was far better than most of the places she had been. Actually it was at the top, aside from the three days she spent as a guest in a rich man's house as his mistress. She shuddered, trying to forget about that. No one trusted her by herself, so she was to room with Agent Hill on base. Clint was so excited to have another little on base but she was really REALLY shy.
She was curled up on her bed when there was a knock on the door. She quietly answered it and Clint was there. His cheeks were red and he looked... small and adorable in a way. "Um, I just uh... Wanted to give you this." He held out a small bear made out of quilt squares. "Daddy made it but he said not to tell anyone that."
Natasha smiled. "Thanks," She whispered. "Can I come over and play?"
Clint jumped up and down eagerly. "Yeah yeah yeah! We have cars and trains and action figures and all the cool toys!"
"Then what are we waiting here for?" She giggled, taking his hand. Clint ran down the hall to Coulson's apartment, quickly punching in his access code.
"Why are we at your Daddy's place?" She asked.
"He has all my stuff. I pretty much spend all my time here anyways," Clint said, fishing his pacifier out of it's pocket and popping it into his mouth. "Come on!"
* * * *
"Clint?" Phil said, rushing into the apartment. Hill was fast on his tail. Granted his little boy had a penchant for being dramatic, Phil wasn't about to take chances. He was all too grateful to see the two of them in the living room together, despite the mess of toys and a certain little boy in wet pants.
"on zabyl izmenit'," Natasha said gently, rubbing Clint's back. (He forgot to change.)
Phil let out a sigh, placing his gun back in the holster and helped Clint to his feet. "It's okay angel, I'm here," He murmured, taking the boy's hand.
Natasha waved happily to him, continuing to play with the trucks they had dug out. Maria smiled. She was.... cute. She just hope this didn't blow up in their face like everything usually did.
3.
Her first mission. She had worked hard to gain this level of trust. It was a simple in and out. Stop the bad guys, watch Clint's back. Plus, how could anything bad happen in a place like Budapest?
* * * *
She was wrong. By a lot.
Turns out the douchebags who were after her when Clint found her that day had teamed up with what Clint was calling "those half-assed clown-bastard carnies." They had managed to make a barricade in a warehouse, but they had limited ammo and no comms. Tasha was pretty sure Clint had broken his foot and she had sprained her wrist in the rush to grab Clint's arrow holster. When (if?) they got back, she was demanding they got it secured to his uniform.
"Tash!" Clint snapped. She looked up at him in a daze. "Focus. See if you can find any water. We're gonna need that before we can focus on anything else."
She nodded slowly, rising on shaky feet. She started to look, but there really wasn't much besides the rats and some stale breadcrusts. But then... huh. A spicket. No way in hell it'll work, She thought. With a shrug, she turned it on. And out flowed clean water. With pride she turned it off and returned to Clint. But this time....
"Hello Tasha," He said.
She swallowed hard. "The fuck do you want," She spat in Russian.
"Oh come now, is that any way to treat your friends?" He purred. She glared. He was holding his gun to Clint's head, and from what she could tell he had already beat him somewhat with it. "You know it wasn't very nice of you to play hide and seek with us."
"Who said I wanted to be found?" She said, leaning against a stack of crates.
"Ah, Natalia," He sighed. "Now, this is how this will work. You will both come with me. If you are lucky, one of you dies."
"Tash," Clint tries to choke out, but he earns a stomp on his bad foot for his trouble. The scream he let out rocked the redhead to her core.
"Natalia, be a good girl," He says. In an instant she's.... on the ground. In tears, her ears covered. She learned. She learned Damnit! She was a good girl and it didn't have to be this way! It didn't! Why was he-
She was cut off by a lot of gunfire and thwip! and general yelling and a lot of watching hand-to-hand. She crawled towards Clint, who crawled towards her.
"How old are you?" He asked her. She held up five shaky fingers. He held her tightly.
* * * *
"He.... He used that side against me a lot," She whispered. "I always figured their had to be more to it than what I was taught, but..." She teared up, and Phil squeezed her hand. "I-I fought it for so long once I ran away and then one day I just dropped and I was alone and I had to figure things out for myself and... and that's when I found out how peaceful it could be. How non-violent and manipulative it all could be."
Hill nodded. "Thank you for telling us Tasha," She said, finishing her notes. "You're clear."
She nodded and sulked out of the room. She went to see Clint, who was thankfully coloring in his hospital bed. She sat next to him.
"Here," He said, offering her a black crayon. She looked at what he was drawing, but was shocked by what she saw: His paper was covered in dead bodies, people with guns, and blood. Oh the blood.
"Why are you drawing such scary things?" She asked timidly.
"It helps me so I don't have to hold it inside," He shrugged. "Then Daddy and I talk about it and then he talks to Auntie Hill and then we all have hot chocolate!"
".....Can I draw too?" she asked. Clint smiled and nodded. The pictures they drew were gory and horrible, but for the first time in a long time, Natasha felt that she had a handle on her demons.
4.
Stark. Tony. Fucking. Stark.
"No. Fucking. Way," Natasha growled.
"Look, Phil can't spend every waking moment chasing him and we have it on good authority he's in some sort of trouble," Hill insisted. "It won't be long and after we figure things out, you're free to go, okay?"
She was not happy. Not at all. And then she actually walked in to the stupid mansion and... assessed him. A little, obviously. Made sense, though he was even younger than Clint. The woman he was signing the company over to was his mommy, no doubt. A pang of jealousy hit her. Why didn't she get a nice mommy?!
* * * *
Pepper was not happy with how things were going. Not by a long shot. But somehow.... they completed each other in a weird way. That's how she found herself in Pepper's lap, drinking wine. Totally unprofessional! her mind screamed. And yet.... It all felt right.
5.
Monaco. Fuck.
Pepper placed her baby in time out while he was still big. Natasha kept her mouth shut, despite noticing he needed a change and most likely needed to pee again. Why was he wearing diapers full time? Probably because of whatever the hell was wrong with his neck. She left with Pepper to go deal with things but the woman stopped once she was out of earshot of the room and started crying.
"Shh, calm down," Natasha cooed.
"What isn't he telling me Nat?" She cried.
6.
The expo was clearly a disaster. And per usual, SHE had to go beat sense into people. At the end of it though, Tony himself had invited her back to the mansion post-mission. Said he knew what she was and that they needed to stick together. That's how she ended up in bed with Tony and Pepper. That's how she started coming over for playdates. That's how she got the start to her family.
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