Here is the long awaited Black Widow deaged story!

First few things to keep in mind, I started writing this a month or so ago, so i have the first ten chapters written so Updates will be regular. I'll try and update on Friday but this is an odd one because I couldn't wait to start posting any longer but here's some information: Since we don't have much yet from the movie universe I'm gonna go with Natasha's comic origin, she's a kid in the 1950s in this so she's a little time displaced and other than that I think this story is going to be a little more complex, this one is going to try and deal with what it means to be a kid and how to be a kid, we all know Natasha didn't get the chance to be a kid so this is her shot.

I hope everyone likes this!

It was a complete accident. A simple miscalculation and a cursed object. Natasha and Thor had gone to investigate a museum piece that had been found glowing at night. After looking at a brochure Thor had declared that it was Asgardian and should be removed from the museum a all costs.

"The Enchantress's work I would wager." He said knowingly as he and Natasha met the museum staff. "Enchanted and dropped to Midgard. Her intent was to cause trouble no doubt."

Natasha carefully placed the object into a box and closed the lid. "Do you know what it does?" She asked.

"Nay but I am sure it can be nothing good." He said.

They returned to Avengers Tower to lock the object away but as they reached the elevator Natasha noticed the box growing hot. She carefully lifted the lid and saw that the object inside was glowing. "Thor, the relic is-" And with a sudden chill she noticed that the glow was spreading to her fingers. She quickly dropped the box but it was too late. An eeiry green glow was spreading up her wrists.

Thor snapped the box shut with his foot and turned to see her now almost completely engulfed in the glow. Trapped inside the elevator he pushed for a stop button and quickly opened the door. "We must get you out of here!" He said, worry over taking him. He had no idea what the enchantress's spell would do and from the glow it had completely overtaken Natasha. She looked up at him wide eyed but he knew better than to touch her. Suddenly she began to shrink and she looked at him in horror as he grew taller and she became smaller until she was only a few feet high and she collapsed.

The glow vanished and Thor was left with a miniature version of his team mate. She could not have been more than a few years old. With the green glow gone he scooped her up and carried her carefully up the stairs to the med lab and asked JARVIS urgently to alert the others.

Bruce was the first to arrive and quickly stopped, eyes wide. "What happened?" He asked.

Thor pointed to the box on the counter. "Twas an enchanted object. She touched it and it changed her."

"Natsha?"

Thor looked down at the girl, now wrapped in a blanket. "Indeed. I was unable to prevent it."

Bruce began quickly checking the girl's pulse, heart beat and temperature. "No fever, no arrhythmia. She's not in any immediate danger. Not that I can tell anyway." They looked at each other seriously.

"I will take the item to Asguard as soon as she awakens." Thor said, looking down. Natasha was lying with her mouth slightly open and her hair haloing her head. "Perhaps there I can find some answers to it's nature."

Bruce put his hands in his pockets and sat back. "Please do. In the mean time I'll contact anyone who might be able to fix this situation."

Thor took a seat. "I will wait here until she awakes. She may be scared when she does."

Bruce nodded and it was then that Natasha stirred. She winced slightly and made a small noise. Both men stiffened and waited. Her eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking around at them. She said something in Russian and sat up. Both Bruce and Thor looked at each other, neither one speaking Russian.

She wrapped the blanket around herself like a towel and spoke again. When they did nothing she narrowed her eyes and tried one more time.

"Do you speak English?" Bruce asked hesitantly.

She fixed her attention on him and nodded. "I speak English." She said, her voice wavering with a strong accent.

"Can you tell me your name?"

She stared at him. "You are American."

"I am."

She looked at Thor who crossed his arms. "Do you recognize us?"

She shook her head. "Where am I?"

Bruce hesitated Worried about how she would react. "Can you tell me your name."

"Natalia Romanova."

"Natalia, my name is Bruce Banner. This is Thor. You are in New York City."

Her eyes grew wide. "How did I get here?"

He frowned. "You were in an accident."

Her eyebrows came together in worry. "Was I hurt?"

"No but for a while you're going to have to stay here with us."

She stayed quiet for a moment and then nodded. "I will be well behaved."

Bruce smiled a little. "We wouldn't expect anything else from you. Would you like to come up and watch television?"

She wrinkled her brow a little. "Television?"

"Yeah, whatever you want to watch."

She looked at him curiously and nodded, clutching the blanket to her as he lead her out of the room. "What will be on the television?"

He looked down at her. "Um, I don't know."

He set her up in the living room with a kids program but she didn't watch it. "This is for children. Not for me." She said solemnly.

He glanced at Thor and switched to a nature documentary. "Educational better?" She nodded and fixed her gaze on the screen.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go and call someone." He said, nodding at Thor.

Out in the hall Bruce pulled out his cellphone and dialed Steve.

"Hello?"

"Steve, there's been an accident. Natasha was caught up in a kind of curse. She's been turned into a child. I need you back here as soon as possible."

There was a pause on the other end as Steve tried to process the information. "U-Um, is she alright?"

"Well, she's healthy yes but no I wouldn't say she's alright. She's watching television currently. Wouldn't watch a kids' show, I had to put on a nature documentary."

"But she's not hurt or anything?"

"No. I checked everything. She's fine physically but she's also a little girl and I'm not sure I would call that fine."

"I'll head back as soon as I can. I'm almost done here anyway."

"Alright, Thanks."

Bruce glanced back into the room where Thor and Natasha both sat watching the television. She was sitting stiffly, her back straight and her attention fixed on the screen.

He took a deep breath ans stepped back into the room. "Natasha?"

She looked up. "My name is Natalia."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't be offended if I call you Natasha. It's just a slip up."

She looked at him with wide, intelligent eyes before nodding. "You may call me that."

He smiled a little. "Natalia, you're going to be staying here for a while. Will you be okay with that?"

"I am not ready to start a mission." She said.

"This isn't a mission. . . this is. . . this is a reward for good behavior."

She cocked her head and he saw suddenly that she looked proud. "I am being rewarded?"

"Um. . . yes. Would you like anything to eat?" He didn't want her to think too much on it.

She gave him a considering look and nodded.

He went and grabbed her an apple, the first thing he could find on short notice. She thanked him and sat quietly while she ate.

"Natasha, A few of my friends live here and are going to be back soon, I don't want to alarm you."

She nodded quietly and chewed her apple.

"How old are you?" Bruce asked curiously.

"I am six." She said.

"Ah, you seem very grown up for your age."

She paused and again he thought he saw pride cross her face. Perhaps she knew how impressive she was.

Bruce stepped back out and made another phone call. This time he dialed Clint. "Hey, I know you're on your way back to the tower. Do you think you could run to the store before you get here?"

Clint groaned on the other end. "Yeah, what do you need?"

"Clothes that would fit a six year old girl."

"You wanna tell me something?" Clint asked jokingly.

"There was an accident. Natasha was involved."

There came a pause. "What do you mean."

And Bruce recounted the whole story from start to finish. "And that's why I need you to get the clothes."

"Oh my God. Natasha is a kid?" Clint panicked.

"Look, calm down. Everything is stable on this end. She's watching TV but she's also wearing a blanket so we need clothes."

Clint got a hold of himself. "Okay. Okay. I can do it. Um, anything you think she'd like?"

There was a pause. "I have no idea. She's. . . she's not normal." He winced. "I don't quite mean that. It's just that she's not exactly a normal little girl."

Clint stayed quiet on the line. "I think I know what you mean. She's not really open with me but she's let some things slip." He smiled a little. "Well not slip, she's not clumsy like that. She told me what she wanted me to know."

Bruce nodded, feeling that he understood at least a little. "Alright. Well, whatever you think would be best."

Clint hung up and he was left with his predicament. He headed to the kitchen to get her something more to eat. He grabbed another apple and looked around for something a child would like. Then he thought maybe that she wouldn't want the same things regular children would and so he gave her the apple with a peanut butter sandwich. She thanked him and ate them neatly. He glanced at Thor who's eyebrows were wrinkled with worry.

Bruce glanced down at the girl who sat looking at the television with interest. He glanced at the screen. It was a documentary on polar bears. She was watching with interest as the bear on the screen went about it's day. "Natasha, I've got a friend coming by who's going to bring you some clothes. I hope you'll like what he picks but please don't hold it against him if you don't. He has no idea what you'd like."

She glanced up at him but didn't speak. If anything she looked a little annoyed to have been distracted from her program. He thought that might be a good thing because everything else she'd done so far had been clinical and unnervingly well mannered.

Natasha continued to eat silently. He left her alone to watch her show and motioned Thor out into the hallway. "I'm going to go and get a room ready for her. Can you watch her a little longer?"

"Of course." Thor said. "I am rather fond of children."

Bruce smiled a little. "Alright. I'll be back as fast as I can." He headed off towards the nearest spare room and looked it over for anything he thought needed tidying up or removal. He checked the bathroom and made sure there were towels and shampoo and then when he thought things were neat enough and everything was as it should be he headed back to the living room.

Once there he sat quietly watching Natasha and waiting for the others to arrive back. He was sure by now Steve had told Tony and everyone knew. He wondered if they should alert SHIELD but thought that maybe it would be best if they waited.

Thanks for reading, more to come and she'll meet Steve and some of the others next chapter!