Age: 4
Word count: 1143
Summary: Nat and Steve desperately try getting Alena to bed after a chill day

Alena Lubov was an active child. Especially on chill days where she wouldn't get to go outside.

Today was one of those days. It had been raining all day (Not that that would stop Alena), but her parents had decided that it would be best to stay in the warm compound.

Additionally the family of 3 was in a moving process.

Natasha and Steve had decided that Alena shouldn't grow up in the compound, where there could be something happening any second.

So, the couple had found an apartment down the street.

It was just the right size for the three of them. 2 bedrooms, a living room and kitchen combination and Alena would get her own bathroom.

Not that she would need it at the age of four, but Nat thought that when their little girl eventually got older, she would enjoy a little privacy.

So, Nat and Alena spent the day packing clothes of the four year old into a big moving box. Steve was busy clearing out their room, so whenever the little redhead felt like it she wandered over to her parents room.

Still, she didn't get a big chance to tire herself out, so after dinner, Alena was busy jumping from couch to couch in the big living room.

,, Mini Romanoff, time for bed now"

A slightly annoyed Tony explained as he came into the living room.

,,Noo, uncle Tony the floor is lava, can't you see?"

The redhead squealed, wide eyed when she saw her favourite uncle touch the floor as if it was nothing.

He smirked slightly at the little girl, but ordered:

,,I'm serious Alena, off to bed. The adults wanna watch TV."

Alena didn't like that. She frowned a similar frown to Yelenas. Then she continued jumping on the couch, almost daring Tony.

,,Romanoff, Rogers, get your kid off my couch"

He yelled up the stairs. Alena saw that he was rolling his eyes, but to be fair, she didn't even care.

Natasha came down the stairs to go grab Alena so she could play in their room.

,,мало света, time for bed. Uncle tony wants the couch for himself now"

The assasin ordered sternly, aware that her daughter wouldnt move if she was being asked nicely.

,,Five more minutes, Mama. The floor is lava right now"

Little Alena informed her mother, expecting to get away with it.

,,No Alena, now. You can play up in Daddy's and my room before bed"

Natasha put her foot down, getting slightly annoyed with the little redhead.

The assasin could watch in live action, on how Alena stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth curled onto a frown once more.

The four year old was stubborn, to the point where she would throw a fit when she was told no.

As much as Natasha hated to admit it, it was her fault. She struggled with taking away her daughters happiness and seeing her sad.

The redhead just wanted her child to have everything she never had growing up. So, she couldn't say no to Alenas adorable little face.

Tony looked at his teammate, Natasha back at him. The both of them knew what was about to happen.

,,Three, two, one and..."

Tony dragged out, just as Alenas cries rang through the compound.

The 4 year old threw herself on the ground, wailing dramatically.

,,Good job, Romanoff. Won't get peace all evening now"

Tony sighed, before he made his way to the kitchen to get food.

Just in that moment, Steve came down the stairs to see what the commotion was about.

When he saw Alena sobbing on the floor and Natasha desperately trying to calm her down, he knew that Alena had been told no by her Mom.

He knelt down next to his girlfriend.

,,What is it this time?"

He inquired while looking at the crying four year old.

,,I told her to go upstairs to go to bed, she refused and asked for five more minutes and I told her no"

Nat sighed, a trace of pride lingering in her eyes. She was definitely getting better at the 'no' thing.

Steve sighed, before he picked his daughter up and threw her over his shoulder.

Alena was now hanging from her dad's back like a big sack of flour. Her red hair dangling loosely.

,,Nooo, daddy put me down. Don't wanna, don't wanna"

She screamed. Alena wasn't tired, she didn't want to go to bed yet and she needed her parents to know.

Steve took her upstairs regardless to her screams. Natasha followed swiftly. She knew it would be a long night.

...

Alenas screams could still be heard, even 5 minutes later, before she went silent. The reason? Natasha had enough.

,,Alena Lubov Romanoff-Rogers, enough. You can't start streaming every time you don't get it your way. Either you be quiet and play in our room or you go to bed immediately. You decide"

She seethed, her eyes glistering with annoyance. Steve had to do a double take to ensure he had heard her right.

Alena stopped screaming, her eyes big and glossy. She wasn't used to her Mama snapping since it had never happened before.

Natasha nodded to steady her statement.

The four year old, stubborn as she was stomped out of the room before Steve and Natasha heard the door slam shut.

,,This girl"

Natasha sighed tiredly.

,,Let's leave her alone to sulk before we check on her"

Steve suggested, rubbing his girlfriends arm soothingly.

,,Alright, I'll go pack our bathroom stuff in the meantime"

The assasin agreed, pressed a soft kiss to Steve's lips and vanished from the bedroom.

10 minutes later, when Natasha went to check on the little redhead, she was fast asleep, curled up into a ball under her blanket.

She looked like she cried herself to sleep, breaking Nats heart into a thousand pieces.

,,I'm sorry, моя любовь (my love)"

She breathed as she approached her daughters bed.

,,Mama?"

The 4 year olds little voice croaked hoarsely.

,,Hi мало света"

The assasin muttered, as she got under the covers with Alena.

The little Romanoff cuddled up to her mother, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around Natasha's waist.

,,Can you sing me a song?"

Alena asked timidly, her head now resting on her Mamas chest.

Natasha gave a little laugh, before she started humming a Russian lullaby.

Just seconds later, little Alena, who wasn't so little anymore fell asleep in her mothers embrace for one of many times.

A/n: I am so bad at rating the quality of these. If you don't like them and I should do other ones, please please please let me know.
Other than that, hope you enjoyed, stay amazing and see you around :)