Maria and Natasha's guide to adopting a traumatized kid

by Random_random_i_need_this_account

Summary:

Natasha and Maria always knew something -well, more accurately someone- was missing from their lives, the, still white sentence, etched into both of their skin was a consatant remeinder of that fact.

Or Maria and natasha's guide to becoming a parent, while healing and helping others heal (it's a mess)

(I have parental issues and seek comfort in parental maria and natasha fics so you'll have to suffer with me, also, i'm trans, so i'm writing the original character as a transmasc character, using he/him pronouns, it's explicit and he will experience dysphoria, trans-typical self-hatred and insecurities. This is my first fic and english isn't my first language so the wording may seem a bit off sometimes)

Notes:

This is set in an AU where Dreykov was killed during Budapest wich left the red room and all the widows abandonned. They all escaped and fled because S.H.I.E.L.D waited too long to enter the red room after Dreykov's death, they are now trying to fix their mistake and help and recruit the, now, ex widows.

Maria and Natasha are romantic soulmates and their relashionship with Noah will be completly platonic and souldn't be read as anything else, because he's a minor and their relashionship will be a mother/son relashionship.

In this AU, the first sentence that you hear your soulmate say is inked on your body in white, until you hear it, it willl become red if the soulmate is romantic or another colour if it's platonic. If your soulmate dies, the sentence will turn black, but it won't fade.

Chapter 1: Introduction

       You could say that Maria and Natasha were currently living their dream life, they were bound together, soulmates, meant to love each other until their very last breath, their souls manufactured to fit perfectly, their fates weaved together by the universe itself. They were both working for S.H.I.E.L.D and Natasha was slowly healing, the everlasting guilt she usually carried wherever she went seeming less heavy, it's weight less crushing, now that she knew Dreykov was dead, now that she saw, with her own eyes, the newly liberated widows-- ex widows now. She used to think of herself as a traitor, a deserter, a coward who ran away without even a second thought going to all the other victims of the red room, however, nowadays, theses thoughts were less common, and more manageable, plus she had Maria, her first (and she hopes last) love. Maria who didn't want her just for her body, Maria who allowed her to take their relashionship at her own pace, never forcing her to do anything. She truely felt like the luckiest person alive, undiserving of Maria's undivided affection. But Maria, ever the loving and supportive girlfriend she was, kept on reminding her times and times again of her unwavering love.

       However, the both of them couldn't help but feel like something-or rather someone- was missing, and if the sentence etched in white into their skin was any indication, they were right, they were missing a soulmate. However, they didn't know what their relationship with said soulmate was going to be, romantic or platonic. But they both were hectic to meet them, knowing that whoever this person may be, and whatever their relationship was going to be, they would love them, they were made to be together, after all.

        But, even with one of them being a hypervigilant soldier and the other being an even more hypervigilant spy, they couldn't have predicted their meeting with their soulmate would go this way...