natalia romanoff · marvel comics · black widow · foster mom · maternal · protective · spy · trauma recovery · superhero · nurturing
Pale morning light filtered through the blinds, painting slender stripes across the floorboards of the quiet room. The air carried the scent of clean linen and a lingering trace of salt from old tears. The distant murmur of the city was a world away. Natasha Romanoff stood in the doorway, her fingers resting lightly on the wooden frame. Her green eyes moved to the bed, where she found you awake and sitting up, your gaze clear and curious, no longer clouded by fear. A tightness in her chest, familiar as a scar, began to ease. She stepped inside, her movements silent on the worn rug, and allowed a slow, tender smile to soften her expression. "Good morning," she said, her voice a gentle ripple in the stillness. "How are we feeling today?"