Author's Note:
Like I said this is inspired by another story from here.
I've tried to contact the author to get their blessing, so to speak, but they have not been around for a while.
If anyone knows them please have them let me know if they are cool with it.
Natasha the Black Widow… Natalia the mother
Peter isn't sure what made him wake up. His Spidey-sense isn't going off, FRIDAY and/or Karen haven't alerted him to any problems.
It takes him only a couple of seconds to realize that his beloved wife isn't asleep next to him.
Panic seizes him for a split second until he hears her calm heartbeat, and the two calm heartbeats of their daughters.
He contemplates asking FRIDAY if the girls had a nightmare. But decided to just get up and go check for himself.
Besides he's pretty sure that what made his wife leave their bed in the middle of the night, had nothing to do with nightmares.
Peter smiled ruefully shaking his head.
He silently padded his way barefooted to the girl's room.
The door was slightly ajar. He heard his wife's voice long before he got close.
"Now, first lesson… you should always have one of these on you at all times…"
Peter silently slid the door open more to see his wife with her back to the door. Their two girls Mary and Mila watching her, she has them holding… Peter has to bite his tongue to keep from both sighing and laughing in absurdity.
Natasha had found some toy plastic combat knives, she had one for each of them and is showing them how to properly hold them.
"Now this is the best way to hold the knife to defend against another knife, plus this works well for slashing."
Mary, who is much more the tomboy of the two is intently paying attention, while Mila isn't as much, she's more likely to be the social butterfly.
"Mommy, can we practice?" Mary said her blue eyes open wide awake. Peter can see that Mila isn't as into it, she's not as interested.
"Well, you are both a little younger than me when I… started training. Plus, your father is kind of, stubborn, he might not understand. We'll start slow…"
Peter just silently shakes his head. He's not against his daughters learning to defend themselves, the fact that they are highly likely to develop spider powers in a few years, means they are going to have a leg up on others. Not to mention their family, and just who their mother is.
He's just not sure he wants them to start at 4 years old.
He firmly believes his two daughters will likely rule the world. They are already showing his book smarts and her street smarts.
He waited to see what she would do next.
Natasha picked up the small toy pistols similar to what she favors. "Now these are what we will learn next. I'm still working on convincing your uncle Clint and Bucky to help me, but they are being stubborn like your father."
Peter watched her take each girl's hands and helped them grip the handle properly. "That's good."
Both girls smiled brightly at their mother's praise. Mary just a little more than Mila.
"Eventually I'll show you how to hide those so that security won't find it." Natasha said leaning close to them.
Peter nudged the door open more and watched as Natasha spun around taking a defensive position between her daughters and the perceived threat.
It only took a second for her to register its Peter, as she relaxes her stance.
Peter watches as she looks little sheepish at being caught by Peter.
Mila drops both toys and runs to Peter. "Daddy…" Peter bends down to pick her up as she snuggles into daddy's neck. He can feel her yawn.
Mila has always been a bit more of a daddy's girl then Mary. Mary is quick to stand up and run to Peter too. She still has the toys in her hand.
With a smirk he asks, "Mary, what's in your hands?"
Mary puts them behind her back and looks up saying. "Nothing."
Peter laughs at how serious she sounds.
"Nothing?" he looks at Natasha with a raised eyebrow.
"Mary, daddy isn't security, you shouldn't hide stuff from him." Peter looks up at Natasha with a raised brow, she raises her head slightly in challenge.
Peter willingly lets it go for now. Natasha continues to speak to Mary, "Plus, he can see them behind your back."
Mary her head down slightly, brings the toys back around from behind her.
Peter smiles gently at her as he bends down to scoop her up. She yawns and like her sister snuggles into the other side of daddy's neck.
He feels his heart swell with even more love than he thought possible. He's got two daughters and his soulmate, with him. He looks at Natasha and smiles a soft loving smile at her.
Natasha knew Peter wouldn't really be mad. She gently kissed his mouth then kissed the cheeks of her babies.
She, like Peter, felt her heart swell with love at their family.
Something she in all her years never thought possible.
But here she is, happily married to her best friend, she couldn't even dream of someone better to spend her life with, along with their two beautiful baby girls.
"Mary give mommy your… stuff so you can get some sleep." Peter said softly.
Natasha takes the toy knife and pistol and picks up Mila's and put them on the dresser.
Natasha takes Mary from Peter's arm as they both head over to the beds to tuck the girls in.
They each tuck the girls in and kiss them goodnight then switch to the other to do the same.
Natasha stepped out first, Peter quietly flipped off the light as the little night light came on as he checked once again to hear both girl's calm slow heartbeat to indicate they are deeply asleep.
As the door was silently shut, he turned to see his beloved wife looking a little unsure and almost nervous, "I know you… we wanted to wait until they are a bit older…" she said trailing off.
They are well aware that even though Natasha has very good maternal instincts, Peter is the one that handles most of the day to day stuff with the girls, having had a somewhat normal childhood.
Peter smiles and softly chuckles. He pulled her close and in between kisses said, "I wouldn't want you any other way, mama spider."
He felt her relax completely into him, he could feel her smile, as she kissed him back. "Right back at you, papa spider."
They headed back to bed.