This would fit in between parts 3 and four in "Tasha in DC." Warnings for bedwetting. Enjoy?
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3.5
The differences between Big Natasha and Little Natasha were sometimes like night and day. Big Natasha could kill you in thirteen different ways and not bat an eye. Little Natasha got upset if she so much as bumped into a table. Big Natasha could fight sleep for a little more than three days. Little Natasha was currently so tired she was getting syrup all over her face. Sam had made them waffles and Steve had barely moved Natasha's plate out of the way before she fell face first against the table. Steve was worried she was going to be too hungry, but Sam said not to worry so much, and to just wipe her cheeks and put her in his bed.
After the blonde gently tucked her in, making sure she had her bear, and kissing her forehead gently, he went to the kitchen to help Sam clean up. However he was quickly chased out of the kitchen and told to pick a movie from the bottom of the bookshelf. Steve sighed and did what he was told. He picked the most colorful one, which happened to be a movie called, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
As Sam sat next to Steve, and took a deep breath. "Am I allowed to ask questions?" He asked.
"As long as they're not stupid ones," Steve said, tugging a pillow to his lap.
"How old is she?" Sam started with.
"....Five-ish," Steve said. "I've never gotten a number out of her."
"So what all does she like?"
"....Coloring. Cars. Legos. Pepper tried to get her to play dolls once and she tore the head off the poor thing," Steve chuckled, getting a laugh out of Sam too.
"It's all fine with me," He said. "Does it help you two though?"
Steve thought for a moment. "I think it does," He said honestly. "We have good days and bad days, but-" They were cut off by a scream from the bedroom. Both men went sprinting, grateful to see it was only a nightmare that had the poor girl crying out. Though... the bed could have been in better shape.
"I'm guessing this happens a lot?" Sam asked quietly. Steve shook his head, earning him a surprised look from Sam. They both had a moment of telepathic communication it seemed, because one went to procure clothes for the girl and the other went to wake her.
"Nat, honey can you wake up for Daddy?" Steve said gently, kneeling by the bed and stroking her hair gently. Natasha awoke with a gasp, tears in her eyes. "Shh, I'm right here angel."
"Daddy!" Natasha cried. Steve had her in his arms in an instant. crushing her to his chest as he paced the room, humming softly to her until she settled down a little.
"I dreamed that Mommy and Bubby were in the bunker," She whispered. "And that they got buried."
Steve kissed her hair gently. "We won't let that happen, okay? You me and Sam, we're gonna stop the bad guys, okay?"
Natasha nodded against his chest, wriggling in her uncomfortably wet clothes. "Is Sam gonna be mad about the bed?"
"Nah," Sam said. "Happens to the best of us. Just clean up and then I can show you my colored pencil collection, hmm?" Natasha nodded. That sounded like a lot of fun.
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3.5
The differences between Big Natasha and Little Natasha were sometimes like night and day. Big Natasha could kill you in thirteen different ways and not bat an eye. Little Natasha got upset if she so much as bumped into a table. Big Natasha could fight sleep for a little more than three days. Little Natasha was currently so tired she was getting syrup all over her face. Sam had made them waffles and Steve had barely moved Natasha's plate out of the way before she fell face first against the table. Steve was worried she was going to be too hungry, but Sam said not to worry so much, and to just wipe her cheeks and put her in his bed.
After the blonde gently tucked her in, making sure she had her bear, and kissing her forehead gently, he went to the kitchen to help Sam clean up. However he was quickly chased out of the kitchen and told to pick a movie from the bottom of the bookshelf. Steve sighed and did what he was told. He picked the most colorful one, which happened to be a movie called, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
As Sam sat next to Steve, and took a deep breath. "Am I allowed to ask questions?" He asked.
"As long as they're not stupid ones," Steve said, tugging a pillow to his lap.
"How old is she?" Sam started with.
"....Five-ish," Steve said. "I've never gotten a number out of her."
"So what all does she like?"
"....Coloring. Cars. Legos. Pepper tried to get her to play dolls once and she tore the head off the poor thing," Steve chuckled, getting a laugh out of Sam too.
"It's all fine with me," He said. "Does it help you two though?"
Steve thought for a moment. "I think it does," He said honestly. "We have good days and bad days, but-" They were cut off by a scream from the bedroom. Both men went sprinting, grateful to see it was only a nightmare that had the poor girl crying out. Though... the bed could have been in better shape.
"I'm guessing this happens a lot?" Sam asked quietly. Steve shook his head, earning him a surprised look from Sam. They both had a moment of telepathic communication it seemed, because one went to procure clothes for the girl and the other went to wake her.
"Nat, honey can you wake up for Daddy?" Steve said gently, kneeling by the bed and stroking her hair gently. Natasha awoke with a gasp, tears in her eyes. "Shh, I'm right here angel."
"Daddy!" Natasha cried. Steve had her in his arms in an instant. crushing her to his chest as he paced the room, humming softly to her until she settled down a little.
"I dreamed that Mommy and Bubby were in the bunker," She whispered. "And that they got buried."
Steve kissed her hair gently. "We won't let that happen, okay? You me and Sam, we're gonna stop the bad guys, okay?"
Natasha nodded against his chest, wriggling in her uncomfortably wet clothes. "Is Sam gonna be mad about the bed?"
"Nah," Sam said. "Happens to the best of us. Just clean up and then I can show you my colored pencil collection, hmm?" Natasha nodded. That sounded like a lot of fun.
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