Summary.

Natasha is Peter's adoptive mom, and he grew up only speaking Russian and being different than normal people his age.

Italics is Russian.

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"Peter! Michelle has got a new book for you translated into Russian!" Natasha Romanoff exclaimed to her son, a smile on her face.

The brown haired boy grinned, the smile lighting up his face. "What is the book named?" He asked, bolting down the wooden steps of the cabin.

Natasha looked at the book cover, easily translating it to her native tongue, "My Story by David Pelzer." She states, watching as her curly haired son appear from the stairs. Natasha handed the boy the book, causing the latter to place it on the counter.

"Thanks, mom." Peter chirped. "Could I go to the shoppes? We need more fruits, pasta, and a few more other foods. Also, MJ, Wade, Flash, and Ned will be coming with me." He asked his mother. Natasha nodded.

"Alright, Pete. Be safe. Remember your training. Russia is a very scary place." The woman reminded her son. The boy nodded, showing her his wrists. The small holes pulsed with webbing as an example. Natasha grinned. "I love you, Peter."

Peter smiled, kissing his mother's cheek softly. Natasha quickly captured a picture of them. "I love you too, mom." He hugs her softly around her waist and says goodbye.

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"Natasha! Nat! Tasha! Nattie!" Clint Barton yells over FaceTime. "When are you going to be back at the tower? You always disappear for a month, return for two or so, then go back! Natyyyy!" He whines.

Tony Stark sighs, rolling his eyes at the dirty blond. "Sorry about him, Nat. He overslept."

Natasha huffs out a laugh. "It's all good, Stark. Clint, I'll be back in two days. I'm just... handling some things. How are the others?"

"Bruce, Wanda, and Bucky are always on their phones. It dings every few hours. With what, we don't know..." Tony says suspiciously. Natasha almost chokes on a laugh, knowing that she's the reason their being spammed.

Every time Peter does something relatively cute or smart, she takes a picture and sends it to the group-chat that contains Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, and James/Bucky Barnes. The latest picture she sent was where Peter gave her a hug and a kiss earlier before going to the communion shoppes with his friends.

Natasha immediately got messages from them, exclaiming that they can't wait to meet their nephew in real life.

The conversation between the three continued as the group on the other end increased. Suddenly, Natasha's front door opened, a male voice singing softly to himself.

Natasha's frame tensed as the people she was conversing with paused.

"Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya..." Was sung as a curly haired brunette appeared, amber eyes shining. His pale skin contrasted the dark clothes he was wearing, and his neon yellow earbuds were placed in his ears.

"Peter, how were the shoppes? Are you friends home safe?" Asked Natasha with a small smile. Peter sent a smile at his mother before responding.

"Yes, mom. I walked Ned and MJ off at the apartments, Wade to his and Weasel's bar, and Flash to his mansion." The teenager replied, dropping a kiss on his mom's cheek.

"Natasha..." A cautious voice asked from her iPad, "Who's that?" Steve Rogers asked his friend.

"Fuck."