Author's note:
Hi guys! I am honestly super excited to post this! Not only is this my first published fanfiction, but it also revolves around my only Marvel OTP. This story might start out a bit slow, but I promise the chapters with get longer and more interesting as we go along.
Also, remember that reviews are motivation; I'd love to hear from you guys!
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel, except for my OC Carter.
The sound of crying snapped Natasha out of her thoughts.
She looked down at the little bundle in her arms, only a few weeks old. Natasha started swaying back and forth, trying to quiet the young babe before it brought unwanted attention to her.
If anyone recognizes me… Natasha shook that thought out of her head. This was such a tiny backwater town in Canada, Natasha would be surprised if there was even a way to access internet here. Not only that, but with such terrible weather no one was outside in the streets anyways. The chances of someone spotting her as Black Widow were slim to none, and the headscarf and contact lenses she wore was added precaution. She'd doubt even her fellow Avengers would be able to spot her.
The Avengers. If Natasha was used to showing emotion, she would have probably had tears in her eyes. She hadn't contacted anyone in over 4 years except for Steve; not even Clint. It was safer that way.
Now she wouldn't even see Steve again. They decided it would be safer to go separate ways, not only for the little one, but for Steve and Natasha too. A choice had to be made, and since love was always the riskiest choice of all, love lost this time.
Natasha chuckled to herself. How stupid she was to think love was a fairytale. How stupid she was to think she could avoid its grasp.
Now love was probably laughing its ass off at the irony. Ah yes. The foolish girl who didn't believe in love found it, and now we're destroying it.
Natasha looked at her child, who was now sleeping peacefully in her arms. Love may be lost, but it wasn't destroyed. It was hidden in the child.
Natasha's thoughts kept going like this until she reached the front steps her destination. Taking a deep breath, she walked up the steps and knocked on the door. A few moments later, a young woman who looked to be in her 30s answered.
"Weather's lovely today, isn't it?" Natasha spoke slowly, praying she deciphered the message correctly.
The woman smiled. "Yes, but I always carry an umbrella." She stepped aside, letting Natasha in from the foggy outdoors. After Natasha was inside, the woman shut the door swiftly and went to close the living room blinds. When she came back to Natasha she smiled sadly. "I can never be too careful. I am almost certain they don't track me anymore, but better safe than sorry." The woman paused. "I am hate to rush you, but I think it would be in the child's best interest if you leave as soon as possible. It will be for the best."
Natasha nodded, tears forming in her eyes. Natasha can't remember the last time she cried; years and years ago in the red room, probably, but she was crying now, knowing her time with her child is up. Kissing the baby girl's head, she handed her to the woman.
"Her name is Carter." Whispered Natasha. Without another word, Natasha left her daughter, hoping for the little bay's sake Carter never see her mother again.