#widow sisters

[marinasmarvel]

Poser

Summary: Natasha gets sick of Yelena constantly calling her a poser, so she brings back a playful method from their childhood to teach her a lesson.

A/N: I’m back with another drabble! Yelena deserved to be the bratty and annoying little sister as an adult, so I’m giving her that chance. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Tickling and fluff

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Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, resisting the temptation to throw her sister out the window. Sure, she would never intentionally hurt her sister, she loves the blonde more than she can explain. But Yelena is driving her fucking crazy.

The blonde is cackling on the floor of the gym, rolling around like a child. She had immediately burst into hysterics when Natasha landed in one of her infamous poses after Yelena had knocked her down while they were sparring.

“Yelena, it’s not that funny.” Natasha growls. But she can’t shake the fondness in her tone. “You’re right poser, it’s hilarious!” Yelena cackles.

Natasha tackles Yelena, their sparring session soon turning into a playful wrestling match. “Poser!” Yelena yells out.

Natasha groans.

-

“Hey poser, come here a second.”

Natasha internally groans. Yelena has barely even called her by her actual name. Only poser.

“What it is, Yelena?” She asks. The blonde smirks. “Nothing. Just wanted to call you a poser.”

Natasha lunges for her, but Yelena runs before she can grab her. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Natasha yells.

“YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE YOU STINKY POSER!” Yelena yells back.

Natasha lets her get away.

For now.

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Natasha’s last straw comes the next day.

The avengers are gathered in the common room, hanging out and chatting.

“Gosh, you are such a poser.”

Natasha freezes. Yelena has yet to call her the annoying nickname in front of the avengers.

Until now.

Yelena sees the mischievous glint in her sister’s eye soon enough to start running towards their shared room in the compound. She barely makes it into the room before Natasha is grabbing her by the waist and tackling her onto the bed.

Yelena is pinned before she can blink. Natasha is holding her wrists in one hand, her other hand slipping under Yelena’s shirt and resting on her stomach. The blonde is already giggling in anticipation, knowing what is coming next. “Nohohoho dohonon’t!” She pleads.

But Natasha ignores her.

She begins furiously wiggling her fingers right above Yelena’s belly button, sending her into cackling laughter. “STOHOHOHOHOP!” She screams, squealing when Natasha pinches her ribs.

“Really? Hmm…I don’t think I will. This is what you get for calling me a poser so much!” Natasha growls, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on Yelena’s neck. Yelena screams with giggles, squirming and trying to free herself. “YOU ARE A POHOHOHOSER!”

Natasha’s fingers stop. She raises an eyebrow. “Am I? Surely you should’ve learned your lesson now.”

Yelena nods at the question. Natasha sighs, appearing as though she’s given up, and Yelena thinks she’s won.

But then, Natasha grabs her ankles. Yelena’s eyes widen like saucers, and she starts desperately trying to free her ankles from the subsequent headlock Natasha has them in. “Nohoho! I’m sorry!” Yelena apologizes. Her feet have always been her worst spot, even when she was a kid. Natasha knows this.

The redhead pulls Yelena’s black socks off her feet, exposing them to the cold air.

“Too late. You had your chance.”

With those final words, Natasha cruelly skitters her fingers into Yelena’s soles, tickling her feverishly.

Yelena bursts into boisterous, unwavering laughter. She tries pushing on Natasha’s back, but the redhead doesn’t stop. A quick pinch to Yelena’s ribs has her falling back onto the bed. “STOHOHOHOHOP! MERCY!” Yelena cries. Natasha is quick and unpredictable in her movements, constantly switching between her toes, heels, and arches. She can tell that it’s driving Yelena crazy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!” Yelena cackles. Natasha lets go of her ankles, crawling upwards and blowing a giant raspberry on Yelena’s toned stomach. The blonde wheezes, tapping the bed with her palm.

Natasha relents, looking down at her with her signature smirk. Yelena glares playfully. “That was mean, sestra.” She pants. “You had it coming, little one.” Natasha retorts. She opens her arms, allowing Yelena to snuggle into her side. “I love you so much, detka. Never change.” Natasha murmurs, planting a kiss on Yelena’s forehead. Yelena melts into the affection, curling closer to Nat.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this fluffy and chaotic fic! Comments are appreciated. Feel free to send requests!

[writerslittlelibrary]

Were you expecting someone?

masterlist

summary: thinking it’s a day like any other, you simply busy yourself with some homework and your hobbies, until there’s suddenly a gun pointed at your head

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: a gun? 

genre: fluff

words: 1265

a/n: I thought there should be way more content about the Widow family. I love to see more of the concept of Melina and Alexei with a grandchild

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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When you woke up this morning, you were not expecting the situation you were currently in. Because you were wearing your headphones, you had not heard anyone enter the house. Your mom told you she would be gone until late afternoon, and while you were busying yourself with some drawings, you had completely forgotten the time.

Not that it mattered, really. Usually, when your mom comes home she’d always let you know, whether she’d send you a text or simply come into your room and say hi. 

This situation however, was slightly different. One moment you were peacefully sketching some ideas you were working on, and the next moment you could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against your temple. You slowly looked up from your sketchbook, not making any sudden movements. 

You thought the woman in the room was simply another Widow from the Red Room, sent to assassinate you. You’d been dealing with those ever since you escaped two years ago. 

When you didn’t feel the woman relax her grip on the gun, nor feeling a bullet piercing your skull, you decided to handle the situation yourself. You turned around swiftly, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards yourself, managing to yank the woman forward and knee her in the gut. You pushed her to the side, holding the gun tightly as she let it go in surprise. 

She made a move quickly, hitting you across the face. You replied by swiping her legs from under her, letting her fall to the ground as you ran out the room. 

You made a run to the stairs, moving to get down as fast as possible. When you did, you saw two other people standing in the living room. It was a man and a younger woman. She couldn’t have been older than 25. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as you made a move to run to the front door. You could hear the woman from upstairs making her way down as well. Once you reached the door however, it opened, revealing your mom standing in the doorway holding some groceries. 

She smiled at you, then frowned when she saw blood on your face. 

“We have to go,” you said quickly, grabbing her hand and trying to run away. She however, didn’t move. You turned around to see her stifling a laugh. 

“Were you expecting someone?” you asked her, letting go of her hand and looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she just told you, letting a laugh escape. 

She grabbed your arm and dragged you into the living room, setting her bags down before pushing you onto a chair, making a move to grab the first aid kit. “Natasha, Who is that?” you heard the woman from before ask in a strong Russian accent. “I should have warned you,” she said, sitting next to you and carefully cleaning up the blood from your face. 

“Yeah, you really should have,” you told, wincing slightly when she pressed the alcohol cloth onto the wound. 

“I’m not too pleased you injured her though,” Natasha told the woman. “She attacked first,” the woman replied. You frowned and looked at the woman. “You held a gun to my head!” you told her. The younger woman grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing. 

“Y/N, meet my family, guys, meet my daughter,” Natasha said, putting a band-aid on your forehead before cleaning up the things she used, stashing the first aid kit back into the cupboard it came from. 

“How?” the younger woman simply asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “Dreykov created her using my eggs after I was sterilized. I didn’t know about her until two years ago,” Natasha explained, grabbing you a glass of water to help with the headache she knew was going to form. 

You thanked her for the water and looked at the other two people standing in the room. They hadn’t made a move to sit down yet. 

“Y/N, meet Melina, Alexei and Yelena,” Natasha introduced, motioning to the person she meant when she said their name. “Yelena’s my sister-” “And now an aunt too,” Yelena interrupted, also having a heavy Russian accent. She seemed ecstatic by that fact. You smiled at her and simply drank some of your water. “Are you going to stand and glare or…” you said slowly, referring to Melina and Alexei. 

Slowly they sat down. The moment they did, Alexei smiled. “Welcome to the family!” he said excitedly, motioning his hands up a little. 

Melina now smiled too, getting up and moving towards the fridge. “We need to celebrate,” she simply said as she opened it and reached for a bottle of vodka. She opened some cupboards until she found the one holding the glasses, and grabbed some shot glasses. 

She put them on the table and filled them. There were five of them, but you decided not too say anything. Natasha would never let you drink it anyway.

Melina put a glass in front of everyone, you included. 

She lifted her glass, as if to make a little toast. “Welcome to the family,” she said as she drank the vodka. Yelena and Alexei did the same, while you just looked at Natasha and smiled awkwardly. 

She returned your smile, grabbing her own shot of vodka and drinking it. You didn’t touch yours. “You are not drinking?” Melina asked, stating the obvious. You smiled at her and shook your head. “I’m 16,” you told her, and Melina frowned. 

“So?” 

“We’re in the United States… It's illegal here. Besides, it's like three pm…” you told her, glancing at the clock. “It is always good time for a drink,” Melina simply replied, pouring herself another glass. You smiled and grabbed your water, finishing the glass. Of course you drank vodka before. You were a Russian after all, but your mother didn’t need to know that.

After Yelena swiped your glass and drank it herself, you turned to your mother. “Can I go now?” you asked, wanting to get out of the awkward family get together. 

Natasha smiled and nodded. You got up from your chair and made your way upstairs, immediately jumping onto your bed and grabbing your phone, wanting to tell Wanda everything that just happened. 

You talked with Wanda on the phone for a while, explaining how Melina had you at gunpoint and about how bad you felt you threw her on the ground. Wanda laughed at certain things you told her, feeling as though it was a situation you could both laugh about, and you didn’t actually feel bad about something. You two talked for a few hours, simply enjoying hearing the other talk. Then Wanda had to go, saying her dinner she ordered had arrived. 

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, you heard a knock on your door. When it opened Yelena walked inside. 

“So this is your room huh?” Yelena said as she looked around your room, picking up some stuff and flipping through your sketchbook. “Cool,” she said, sitting down on your desk chair. “Natasha told me to come get you because the food is here.”

“Thanks,” you told her, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side, so you could plug your phone into its charger and get up. 

“I think we’ll be good friends,” Yelena said, getting up herself and exiting your room, followed by you. You smiled. This definitely wasn’t how you expected meeting Natasha’s family, had you known about them, but you couldn’t deny you were excited to get to know them better. 

[lots-of-pockets]

Touch starved

Pairings: Natasha x reader

Words: 2497

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s no secret that Natasha is extremely touch starved, but was far too shy and stubborn to admit it. She constantly makes up excuses for you to hold her. Tummy ache. Head ache. It was only after a particular challenging mission do you finally catch on.

You look up from your phone when you hear your girlfriend sigh heavily from the other side of the couch. She’d been home from work for a little over an hour, and after catching one another up on your days, you’d both taken residence on your respective sides of the couch for your weekly movie night.

“You okay?” You ask quietly as you gently nudge her with your foot, and Natasha looks your way for a short second before nodding her head. Although you were a little suspicious with just how truthful she was being, you’d learned from months of experience it wasn’t worth pushing. With one last glance her way, you bring your attention back to your phone.

You were currently window shopping for books. It had been a while since you’d treated yourself to a new one. You manage to add three to your basket that sound somewhat decent before you hear Natasha sigh again, and you once again find yourself focusing all of your attention on her.

“That was a heavy sigh,” you note as you lock your phone and place it onto the coffee table, and the red head shrugs her shoulders. “You sure you’re okay?” You ask.

Natasha seems to hesitate slightly before she flickers her eyes over to you. “I just have a headache.” She murmurs with a forced smile, and you pout slightly as you hold out your arms. The way Natasha’s eyes light up fills your stomach with butterflies, and you easily welcome her into your embrace when she crawls into your arms and settles on top of you.

Her head ends up nestled just underneath your chin, and her arms circle themselves securely around your waist. You wrap your arms around her before beginning to gently trail your hand up and down her back, your lips pressing softly against the top of her head in a tender kiss.

You feel her warm breath hit the skin of your neck when she lets out a soft sigh through her nose, and you find yourself holding her just that bit tighter.

“Skin.” Natasha murmurs against you, and you smile slightly as you reach down and slip your hand beneath her shirt to rest against the bare skin of her back. As you begin to make gentle circles, you feel her hum in content, and the smile on your lips was instantaneous.

*

It was just two days later that you feel the deja vu hit you. This time, you and Natasha were in bed, and the tv opposite playing a documentary about sea animals. It had captured your attention almost immediately, your inner nerd shining through, but Natasha’s mind, you noticed, appeared to be completely elsewhere. Her eyes were on the tv, but you could tell she really wasn’t paying attention.

“Nat?” You question, resting a hand on her thigh and giving it a soft squeeze. The red head hums as her eyes flicker over to you, and your lips quirk up into a soft smile as you reach up to give her cheek a soft touch. She seems to instinctively lean into the affection “You okay?” You ask.

That same hesitation on her face was visible almost immediately.

“Stomach ache.” She murmurs, sending you a strained smile. Something about her tone tells you she wasn’t being entirely truthful, but you knew she had no reason to lie so it must just be your tiredness getting to you.

“C’mere.” You murmur, sliding down in bed a little and holding out your arms. Natasha seems to relax instantly as she scoots herself over and falls into your arms, her arms securing themselves around your waist as yours circle easily around her shoulders.

You press a soft kiss to her forehead before bringing your attention back to the tv, your hand beginning to absentmindedly trail up and down her back.

“I love you.” You hear her murmur almost bashfully against your chest, and you smile softly as you return the sentiment. It wasn’t often that Natasha speaks those three words, but you knew without a doubt she loved you as much as you loved her. It was in the things she does and says.

Have a good day at work. Drive safe. A soft embrace and a gentle kiss against your cheek.

For so long she had fought the affection you’d give her. She’d go rigid beneath your touch. Make up an excuse to leave the room the second she saw you coming. She’d lived under the motto that had been installed in her from the mere age of six for so long that it was a hard habit to break.

Love is for children. It makes you weak. I don’t deserve it.

Those walls were still there sometimes. She still hides herself away when things get too much, but those days were now thankfully now few and far between.

You let out a soft sigh as you hold your girl close.

You don’t think you have ever loved anyone more.

*

You hum lightly beneath your breath as you stir the pasta sauce on the stove, the corners of your lips quirking up into a soft smile when you hear the distinct sound of your front door opening and closing signalling your girlfriend was home. Natasha had been away on a mission for two days, and you missed her more than you could ever bring yourself to admit.

“Baby? It that you?” You call as you turn down the heat, wiping off your hands on a clean hand towel before going to investigate.

You were met with the sight of a tired looking Natasha still dressed in her blackwidow suit kicking off her boots, and you pout slightly at the sight as you immediately head over to her and pull her into her arms. She immediately falls limp against you, so much so that you practically end up holding her up.

“Did everything go okay?” You ask in a quiet murmur as you bring your hand up to cup the back of her head, and she just barely nods against you as her arms tighten around your waist.

“Any injuries?” You push, a little concerned at how quiet she was being.

Natasha nods slightly, “Just a sprained ankle.”

Despite her words, you couldn’t help but smile. Gone were the days that she’d hide whatever injuries she had from you, and though she didn’t outright tell you when she was hurt, she never lied when you asked.

“Let’s go get you sorted. I have dinner ready for when you’re done.” Deciding that you didn’t really want to let her go, you simply bend at the knees and place your arms beneath her behind before lifting her up into your arms. Though Natasha startles slightly at the action, she doesn’t hesitate to loop her legs lightly around your hips and allow you to carry her through into the bathroom.

You gently place her down onto the closed toilet seat and leave her to get undressed as you head through to your shared bedroom to grab her some clean clothes. When you make it back, she was clad in nothing but her bra and underwear, and you smile slightly at the sight as you grab the first aid kit from beneath the sink before kneeling down in front of her.

You don’t need to ask which ankle it was. Her right one was significantly more bruised and swollen than the left, and with a small frown, you grab an ace bandage and begin to carefully wrap it up.

“We’ll get some ice on that after you’ve eaten.” You tell her as you secure the bandage with a safety pin, and Natasha nods as she lets out a quiet sigh before reaching for her shirt. Before you knew it, dinner was finished and you were on the couch with Natasha’s foot in your lap. You were holding an ice pack to her ankle whilst she stares up at the ceiling, your finger tips grazing up and down her bare leg.

Natasha seems to relish in the feeling of your touch, but with the way she was constantly shifting in place you knew she wasn’t as comfortable as she seemed.

Getting an inkling as to what was wrong, you replace your lap with a pillow before scooting out from beneath her. You crawl up her body before curling yourself up next to her, throwing a leg over her hips and resting your head against her shoulder.

“Better?” You ask quietly as you slip your hand underneath her tank top to rest on her bare stomach, and you feel her nod ever so slightly.

You end up falling asleep on the couch, only waking up in the early hours of the morning when you feel Natasha shifting beneath you.

“You okay?” You murmur hoarsely as you climb off of her and attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and Natasha nods as she sits herself up.

“Gotta pee.” She murmurs with a tired smile as she rises to what feet, and you immediately return it as you watch her limp away.

Man she was so cute.

*

For the next few days, Natasha seems to milk her sprained ankle. She doesn’t outright say so, and you knew she was trying her best to be subtle, but after knowing her for so long and being able to read her cues, that black widow mask she puts on was no longer so effective allowing you to see right through her.

Her ankle was fine. Hell, Natasha operated with ease with busted ribs and had done so many times before. That wasn’t even mentioning the amount of times she’d been shot and was still able to make it back to the quinjet without help.

It tells you that she was simply using her ankle as an excuse to earn affection. It breaks your heart that she didn’t have the courage to simply just ask you to hold her, but you similarly do not have the courage to call her out on it because you knew how much it takes for her to allow herself to be vulnerable with you.

You didn’t want to break that trust. And you could also be wrong. Maybe her ankle really was bothering her. Maybe the tummy aches and head aches were real too and you were just overthinking things. But what if you weren’t?

As you eye Natasha from your place against the kitchen island, you put your plan into action.

Mission Natasha was underway.

*

The next day, almost like clockwork, Natasha gets all quiet again. You ask her what was wrong, and when she tells you it was just a headache, your suspicions grow. That, however, does not stop you from wrapping her up into her arms and holding her close, and you so without any hesitation.

It happens again two days later, except for this time, it was a back ache as opposed to a headache or stomachache. You offer her a massage, but she turns it down with the excuse that it didn’t hurt that bad.

She, however, does not turn down the offer of a hug, leaving you now one hundred percent sure. All that was left for you to do was find the courage to talk to her about it, and you dreaded the response that would greet you.

*

The opportunity ironically arises the very next day. Natasha had yet another headache and was currently sprawled out on top of you. It was silent with the exception of the dull murmur the movie playing on the tv was emitting, and though it takes you a while, you finally find yourself able to speak.

“You know you don’t have to be injured or hurting for me to hold you, right?” You murmur as you instinctively tighten your grasp around her, worried, at your words, that she’d try to get away.

Turns out your intuition was correct, because no sooner had those words left your lips, you feel her tense up before attempting to crawl out of your arms. She seemed to be acting upon instinct alone, and your heart breaks further.

“Sshh baby, no, don’t go. I’m not mad, it’s okay.” You rush to reassure, and though Natasha visibly hesitates, she eventually allows herself to once again fall limp against you again. You could tell she was still wary however, and you knew you had to be careful with whatever you said next.

“I love you,” you start as you bring your legs up, Natasha’s lower body settling in the gap that had been created. “And I absolutely adore holding you. You don’t ever have to be worried about me telling you no or pushing you away, okay? I promise.” You attempt to reassure as you cup the back of her head and press a tender kiss to her hairline, and though Natasha doesn’t say anything, you do feel her nod slightly against your chest.

With the knowledge she was now aware of how you felt, you decide it would be best to change the subject. She knew feelings on the matter, and it was up to her on what she chooses to do with them.

You could only hope she picked right.

*

About a week passes with no more excuses from Natasha. But that also means no cuddles either. You were admittedly a little worried, but as she wasn’t being distant with you and was her normal cheeky self otherwise, you decide not to question it.

It was on a random Monday whilst you were cooking dinner that something amazing happens. Natasha wonders casually into the kitchen and sends you a smile as she heads to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. You were under the assumption that was all she needed and was going to head back into the living room to carry on with the mission reports, just as she’d been doing for the majority of the day.

But she doesn’t. She takes a mouthful of the water before setting the bottle down, hesitating only briefly before sneaking behind you and securing her arms around your waist. You initially freeze in shock, but was quick to snap out of it before allowing yourself to lean back into her arms.

“Hi baby,” you greet casually as you place your hand on the ones she had settled on your stomach, giving them a soft squeeze. You knew not to focus too much attention onto what she was doing, because you knew she’d end up second guess herself and pulling away. “Dinners nearly ready.

“Hi moya lyubov'.” She murmurs, “sounds good.”

**

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I adored writing it 🤍

[lesbian-deadpool]

Kate: I don’t know how to tell you this, Yelena, but you’re in love with me.

Yelena: ... what?

Yelena: ... oh my God, I am.

Natasha: What kind of confession did I just witness?

(Bonus)

Yelena: Shut up, you're in love with Y/N.

Natasha: I'm what?

[the-widow-sisters]

“She’s only six...”

[widowsistersandfriends]

Baking Pranks

Request: hey Would you write more Natasha x her sister fics? I really enjoyed them.

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I love writing for the widow sisters <3 I appreciate you all being patient, especially after my long spell of not writing :) Enjoy!

Summary: Yelena notices that her sister is baking and decides to be mischievous. As usual.

Word Count: 1155

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Yelena smelled something good coming from the kitchen, making her perk up with curiosity. She got out of bed and began to explore. To her surprise, Natasha was baking in the kitchen. Yelena raised an eyebrow, as it was rare to see her older sister doing any sort of cooking. Most people would have competitions to see who was the better chef. However, it was quite the opposite with them two. Instead they competed to see who was the worst chef. 

Yelena tiptoed closer to figure out what her sister was making. She couldn’t think of any special occasions that were coming up that would require baked goods. However, Yelena knew that this was also the perfect opportunity to mess with her sister. 

The blonde was able to slip out of the house and get a little something from the store nearby. When she returned, Natasha seemed frustrated and upset. Yelena felt guilty now trying to prank her and decided to intervene.

“What’s wrong Natasha?” Yelena asked, her accent coming out strongly, showing that she was genuinely concerned.

“Oh, hi Yelena. I’m just trying to bake and can’t seem to get it right. I’ve had to restart many times now because it’s just not perfect,” Natasha explained.

“What are you baking for?” Yelena inquired.

“Oh, I don’t know, just felt like it,” Natasha responded, avoiding eye contact.

Yelena gasped. “NATASHKA! DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER?!?” Yelena shouted, scooting closer to her sister.

“What? No, why would you think that?” Natasha asked, giving her sister a weird look.

“I don’t know, why else would you be putting in so much effort into something you suck at?” The blonde asked, snorting at her dig. 

“Hey, you’re not any better,” Natasha warned, reaching out to pinch her sister’s upper ribs.

Yelena yelped and jumped back, as Natasha knew every ticklish spot on her sister, both big and small. 

“Rude,” Yelena said, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked.

“You’ll see,” Yelena said, flashing her a grin, as the redhead knew trouble was coming. 

A few minutes later, Natasha had finally gotten another batch of cake mix together and stirred it to a nice consistency. 

“Okay, now I just need to not overfill the wrappers,” Natasha whispered to herself.

Natasha moved elsewhere in the kitchen to retrieve the paper wrappers for cupcakes. Yelena took this opportunity to quickly move into the kitchen and add a bunch of drops of different food coloring in the batter. She quickly left, hiding around the corner to not get caught but to also see her sister’s reaction.

The redhead returned to her work station, now seeing all the dark drops in her batter.

“What is that?” Natasha asked herself, wondering for a bit what it was. 

She stirred the batter some more to see if she could figure out what it was, as she quickly realized that her perfect colored batter was now a mix of random colors that did not look good together or presentable.

“YELENA!” Natasha shouted, knowing her sister must be the culprit and was nearby. 

The blonde took off, knowing she had to use every second to her advantage. She sprinted upstairs to her bedroom, the redhead following close behind. 

She slammed the door, unable to lock it in time, as Natasha immediately pushed against it. They were evenly matched for the most part, until Yelena began to laugh and lose her strength. 

“Enjoy your last words, because once this door is open you are so done for!” Natasha teased warningly, making her sister laugh even more and lose even more strength. 

The door was now open enough for Natasha to reach her arm through. She reached around with her hand and latched onto Yelena’s side, squeezing away and making her sister collapse and allowing the door to burst open.

“Not fair!” Yelena complained, as Natasha quickly snatched her up and threw her onto the bed.

“You think you’re funny?” Natasha asked, pinning Yelena’s arms above her head and scribbling into her armpits.

“NOHOHOHO NATAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAP!” Yelena cried out, kicking her legs futilely. 

“You wanna be funny and pull pranks?” Natasha asked, grinning evilly to let her sister know she wasn’t actually mad.

“YEHEHES I AHAHAM FUHUNNY,”  Yelena responded, cackling when her sister began to dig between her ribs.

“You’ve been ticklish here since you were a little girl,” Natasha teased, as Yelena shook her head no.

“No?” Natasha asked, leaning down to blow three big raspberries on Yelena’s stomach, making the poor girl tap out, as she was unable to speak.

“Learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, knowing the answer was going to be anything but yes.

“I learned that you’re too old and slow to notice real spies in action,” Yelena dared to say, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” Natasha growled, turning around and sitting on Yelena’s shins. With that, she used her nails up and down Yelena’s soles and the tops of her feet, making her scream with laughter. She also occasionally reached back to squeeze her knees and thighs, making the blonde jump and squeal every time.

Natasha let her guard up for a bit, which allowed Yelena to throw her off from all her squirming. However, Natasha was quick to rebound and pinned Yelena face down.

“Ah ah ah, I’m not done with you yet,” Natasha grinned, as she reached her hand under Yelena’s shirt and began to tickle her lower back and sides with her evil nails.

“NATASHA I SWEHEHEAR!” Yelena shouted, cursing her body for being so sensitive.

“You swear what?” Natasha asked, dipping into her sides again.

“I SWEAR I WOHOHONT PRAHAHANK YOU AGAHAHAIN,” Yelena pleaded, both of them knowing the real truth that Yelena would most definitely continue to prank her sister.

“Alright, I’ll let you go for now,” Natasha said, getting off of her sister. Yelena huffed in annoyance, curling up in a ball to get rid of the lingering sensation.

“You are really a jerk,” Yelena said in annoyance.

“And you really are a brat,” Natasha said, tousling her sister’s hair.

“You never answered why you were baking,” Yelena said, now genuinely curious.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at her. “You don’t know?”

“Me?” Yelena guessed with a shy smile.

“Always you, my sweet baby sister,” Natasha said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

“But why?” Yelena said, feeling soft and loved.

“I know how much you love sweets and wanted to make a special treat for you,” Natasha responded.

“But then, you know, you ruined it with your brattiness,” Natasha teased, lightly tickling Yelena’s stomach, making her giggle and swat her hand away.

“Come on, I’ll help you finish baking. After all I am the expert here,” Yelena said, now getting up and leading her sister to the kitchen.

Natasha rolled her eyes with a smile, happy to bake with her sister, as it would be way more fun than by herself.

[gaysuperheroes]

Natasha bursting into the room: it's missing!

Wanda, sat on the couch and facing the other way: what's missing now?

Natasha: THE THING!

Wanda turning to face her with Yelena clinging onto her: Nat what are you tal-

Natasha: oh there it is

Wanda:

Wanda: you meant your baby sister?

Natasha: yes, i meant our child Maximoff

Wanda: yeah Nat our child but she's not a thing

Yelena, resting her head on Wanda's shoulder: I'm cool with it as long as I remain your child

[auroraromaximoff]

Nat: Can you pass the pepper please?

Clint: What's the magic word?

Nat: *Glaring* ...

Nat: *Starts chanting in Latin*

Clint: *Panicking* JESUS CHRIST! JUST TAKE IT!! *Throws shaker*

Nat: *Catches it* Thank you love

(Nat catching the pepper)

[loomontoia]

I want to squeeze your art of the young widow sisters like aCK🥺💖

Thye look so cute i- 🥹🤲🏻✨

[broadwayfan92]

Somewhere in the multiverse Bruce and Natasha are happily married and have the most chaotic family ever.

[marinasmarvel]

Rebuilding

Summary: A few weeks after the fall of the red room, Natasha is living off the grid in Norway while she waits for Steve to get back to her with a plan for the prison break. While there, she gets an unexpected visitor, but not an unwelcome one.

A/N: I’ve been missing these sisters so much, and I find it hard to believe that the last time they saw each other was when they whistled in the red room rubble. This is a soft and fluffy fic where they try and rebuild the bond they once had. Enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, some tickling, mentions of the red room’s abuse.

-

Natasha doesn’t get visitors very often.

I mean, who would while living off the grid in the middle of the forest in Norway?

So when she hears the bang of her door opening, she tenses, and immediately grabs her gun.

She stalks out to the kitchen, and breathes a sigh of relief.

It’s just Yelena. She’s standing there in her widow suit, eating a bag of chips. She’s sporting a new vest, and her hair is done in a beautiful braid.

“Privet, sestra.” The blonde greets, a knowing smirk on her face.

“Yelena, seriously? I thought Ross and his goons had found me.” Natasha scolds, but there’s fondness in her tone. “Bah, come on poser. We both know it wouldn’t be that easy for him to find you.” Yelena retorts. Natasha shrugs.

“So, what brings you here?” Natasha questions. “Well, I was in the area, freeing some widows. And…I wanted to see you.” Yelena admits quietly.

Natasha softens at that. She’s seriously questioning how she went 21 years without seeing Yelena, because now all she wants is to hold her tight and never let go.

“Hey, why don’t you stay with me for a few days, until Antonia gets back to you with the next batch of widows.”

Yelena perks up at Natasha’s offer. “Really? Are you sure?” Natasha nods. “Yeah. I know we didn’t get off to the best start, and I’m sorry for that, Yelena. But believe me, you’re my baby sister. Not in blood, but in every way that matters. I’m sorry I ever thought otherwise.”

Yelena feels tears blur her vision, before she crashes into Natasha, hugging her with such force that the redhead can feel her ribs being squeezed. But she doesn’t care.

Natasha presses a kiss to Yelena’s forehead, similarly to how she did when they were kids. “I love you so much, little one.” She murmurs.

“I love you too.”

-

Hours later, the sisters are curled up on the couch, watching James Bond. While Natasha is fine with the movie, Yelena finds it much more distasteful.

“This is wildly inaccurate. No real spy propaganda, such bullshit.” She grumbles. Natasha rolls her eyes affectionately. “It’s not supposed to be realistic, ‘Lena.”

“Poser.”

Natasha shoots her a sharp, yet playful glare. “Is that your go to insult now?” The blonde nods her head, a sassy smirk on her lips.

Experimentally, Natasha gently pokes Yelena’s ribs, which makes her squeak and jolt. She glances up at Natasha, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t have time to react before Natasha pulls her against her chest, her legs wrapping around Yelena in such a way that she can’t move. It’s tight enough to restrict Yelena’s movements, but not enough to panic her.

Not like the red room.

Natasha gently digs her fingers into Yelena’s ribs, which makes her giggle and thrash. “Heyehehey!” She protests. “Hmm, just like when we were kids, right?” Natasha teases gently, enjoying this far too much.

Yelena continues to laugh and squeal, barely thrashing in Natasha’s arms. She hates the fact that she doesn’t entirely mind Natasha tickling her.

“And you still enjoy it, too.” Natasha murmurs. Yelena shakes her head vehemently, still continuing to deny it, bubbly giggles falling out of her mouth.

Natasha relents after a few more minutes, but she doesn’t let go of Yelena. “Was that ok?” She questions. She’s still trying to figure out this weird and somewhat complicated relationship she has with Yelena.

Yelena nods. “Yeah I’m just…not used to receiving positive touch.” She admits.

Natasha feels her heart crack. “I’m sorry I left you there for so long.” She apologizes. “It’s ok, ‘Tasha.” Yelena replies.

She turns so she’s facing Natasha, burying her head into Natasha’s neck. God, she’s missed her so much.

“I’ll never leave you again, little one. I promise.” Natasha whispers. Yelena nods against her, cuddling closer.

If only Natasha could keep that promise.

-

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to send me requests for these two, I’ve been missing them so much lately. Thank you for reading!

[yesyouaremysun]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 　　　 　　  　　　　i'm worse at what i do best, 　　　　　　  　　　and for this gift i feel blessed. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 

[lots-of-pockets]

What we left behind.

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 2053

Warnings: talk of death. Vormir. Guns

Summary: Natasha was gone. At least, that's what you'd been told. She’d sacrificed herself; died to save everyone else, to bring back her family. If that was really the case, then who was at your front door?

The familiar sensation of a tear streaming down the side of your face breaks you from your thoughts as you stare up at the whirring blades of the fan. The wetness tickles your skin, but you couldn’t quite find it in you to wipe it away.

It had been nearly six months now since you’d lost your girlfriend, and that same old numbness still remains. It sits heavily on your chest like a blanket, except, this blanket wasn’t at all comforting. It was suffocating; restricting every single movement you make like a straight jacket.

The only thing you seem to know how to do anymore is cry, and even then they were pitiful tears, barely enough to warrant actual cries. It was almost as though you’d cried so much that all of your tears had simply run out. You’d all dried up.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything other than the fine dust littering every surface. The sight of it brings you back to the last time you’d cleaned. It was over five months ago low, the day Natasha was supposed to come home.

Through the blip, neither you or Natasha had managed to find it in you to really keep your shared apartment tidy. You didn’t see the point, and Natasha just simply didn’t have the time. She was too busy with being team leader to what was left of the avengers.

But that had all changed when the plan of her going to vormir with Clint was put into action. She’d bring Yelena back with her, her mom and dad, and you’d share the first dinner in over five years with your girlfriend and family.

But then Clint had arrived back alone with the soul stone in hand, and a deep sense of unease had held you rigid until he’d shaken his head telling you she wasn’t coming back. That was when your whole world had fallen apart right in front of you.

You remember not being able to breath. You remember crying so hard you had physically made yourself sick. You remember the arms that had tried to wrap around you, and you remembered pushing them away in disgust. They weren’t Natasha’s arms. They weren’t allowed to touch you.

You remember leaving the compound and making your way back home to the empty, clean apartment you’d spent so long making perfect for her.

You remember the feeling of dread that had settled unceremoniously into your stomach. It remains there to this day as a constant reminder of what you’d lost. You remember everything about that day so vividly you want to erase it from your mind forever.

But you couldn’t.

Natasha was gone. She’d made her choice, and now you had to find a way to live with it no matter how badly it hurt to try.

*

And try you did. You woke up everyday despite never wanting to be conscious again. You went to work and pretended like seeing everyone was a blessing when in actual fact they brought you pain. You even managed to befriend Yelena, one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do.

She was a constant reminder of Natasha, and it was hard to differentiate the two in your deep stage of grief. You were sure you weren’t easy to be around for her either, but together you somehow managed to level one another out. It wasn’t perfect, and most days you fought like cats and dogs, but you were all each other had so you’d learnt to make it work.

It was on a normal Tuesday did all of that change.

There was a knock at your front door, the strength behind it both hesitant and wary. That, and the fact you weren’t expecting anyone raises the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and as grab your gun from it’s place in the locked drawer, you try your best to shake of the fear that had suddenly begun to run though you. Safety off and finger on the trigger, you reach forward and grasp the door handle before cautiously pulling open the door.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you on the other side. You stand there, body rigid; trembling in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears. It was her face. Her hair. Her clothes, her body. But it couldn’t be. She was dead. She died.

This wasn’t her, no matter how badly you wanted it to be.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears so loudly it blocks out all other sound. You go to raise your gun; because how dare this person torture you by pretending to be the love of your life -but raised hands promptly stop you in your tracks. You look at her, eyes wet with unshed tears desperate to fall.

She eyes you cautiously as she takes a small step closer, hands still either side of her head. “It’s me.” She seems to desperately plead, and at the sound of her voice, you feel the tightness in your throat grow a tenfold. It was her voice. This person had her voice too.

You try to say something; anything, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob despite your best efforts to stifle it, and you press your lips together in a futile attempt to prevent another from escaping as you tighten your grasp around the gun.

Your hands were noticeably trembling and unsteady, but the implication was there. You weren’t afraid to pull the trigger, and this person had to know that.

“P-prove it.” You somehow manage to choke out, and she nods, her throat bobbing as she looks away for just a second before speaking. You hate that your stomach clenches at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

Natasha used to show her emotions so rarely that each time she even came close to shedding a tear it would break your heart.

“We met just after my defection to shield. We didn’t like each other at first, because you thought I was too stubborn and hardheaded and I thought you were a self centred know it all.” She starts, and you hate the hope that begins to build in your stomach.

You were forced to remind yourself that this wasn’t hidden information. If you were around back then, you would know that Natasha and yourself never used to get along.

She seems to know this, because after a short moment, she continues. “You hate chocolate. The one time I got it for you for Valentine’s Day you waited until I was out of sight to give it to Peter. You hate the movie Up because it makes you cry. My sweater, the black one with the zip is your favourite because it’s oversized and smells like me. You…you used to wear it when I went on missions because it made you feel close. You used to sleep on my side of the bed when I wasn’t there because my pillow smells like my perfume,” she chuckles slightly as she uses one of her raised hands to wipe away the single tear that manages to spill down her cheek.

By now, you could feel your guard beginning to drop. Nobody knew this stuff. Nobody but Natasha. But it couldn’t be her. She was gone. It was a soul for a soul and she was the sacrifice. There was no other choice. She was dead. She was gone…wasn’t she?

“You think coffee is gross,” she continues, seemingly under the impression that you still weren’t convinced. “But you still kiss me even when I drink it. You call it the ultimate sacrifice.” At that part, your lips quirk up at the corners. It was an inside joke when you’d first gotten together. She’d make fun if you for not liking coffee and you’d kiss her just to shut her up.

“It’s our five year anniversary in two months. I was going to propose. I bought the ring and it’s in my underwear drawer underneath my socks. I wanted to spent the rest of my life with you, but then thanos…”

You drop the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and all but throw yourself against her body. Hesitant arms move from their raised position to settle gently around your waist, and you feel the tip of her cold nose nudge against the skin of your neck as she pulls you close to her.

“It’s you,” you choke out as you tightly fist the material of her jacket in your hands. You feel her nod against you, her hands fighting to grab purchase of any part of your body they could. She was shaking almost violently in your hold, whether that be from the cold or something else entirely. It forces you to tighten your grip around her, your hand rising to cup the back of her head.

“It’s me.” She whispers, voice trembling with emotion, “it’s me.”

*

You don’t know how long you remain in the threshold of the front door holding on to one another. It could have been seconds. Minutes. Hours. All you knew is that you never wanted to let go.

You never thought you’d get to hold her again. Feel the weight of her body in your arms and take in her intoxicating smell that had once brought you so much comfort. She was everything and you wanted to remain in this moment, right here, right now, for the rest of your life.

“Let’s…” you swallow heavily as you reluctantly pull her away from you and bring your hands up to cup her cheeks. Your thumb trails softly over the skin; just as soft as you remembered despite the tears staining it. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You whisper with a tender smile, and Natasha nods as she gently grasps your wrists in her hands.

Her wary eyes flicker down to your lips, and your smile becomes a little more genuine as you lean forward and place them tenderly against her own. They were warm, and soft; a feeling you’d missed dearly.

She gasps softly at the sensation of your lips against her own as her hands move from your wrists and down your back until they come to rest on either side of your waist. Her touch litters your skin with goosebumps, the caress of her hands on you for the first time in months an indescribable feeling.

Her bottom lip slots perfectly in between your own, an action that lingers as you trace the tip of your thumb over her jawline before reluctantly pulling away and resting her forehead against her own.

Her soft breath hits your lips as she clings to the shirt either side of your waist, and you feel your eyes fill with tears all over again as you pull her body into your own before closing the door behind her. Now that you were encased in the privacy of your own home, you watch as Natasha finally allows herself to break.

It starts off small. Quiet, hitched breaths as her unfocused eyes fill with tears. But then slowly, gradually, it gets bigger. Her chest heaves, her breathing intensifies, and she lets out a loud, unstifled sob as she falls defeatedly into your arms. Your own bottom lip trembles as you pull her body flush against your own, hands slipping beneath her jacket to desperately clutch at her shirt.

You were desperate to feel her skin against your own.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You attempt to sooth, knowing no words would ever be good enough but desperate to try. “You’re back. You’re safe, and I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

**

Part 2?

@goldenempyrean @mywitchy-assassin @romanoffsbish

[lesbian-deadpool]

Natasha: So, Y/N is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Yelena: Why?

Natasha: Because, I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Y/N: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

(Bonus)

Yelena: What- What happened to the first two?

Y/N, haunted: You don't want to know.

[the-widow-sisters]

Natasha: Can I be frank with you guys?

Yelena: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Kate: Can I still be Kate?

Carol: Shh, let Frank speak.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Manners

Request: Can I request a fic where Kate sees Natasha tickle Yelena. Then maybe a week later the image is still in her head and decides to try it out for herself?

Summary: Yelena has no regards to manners when it comes to eating, so Natasha knows a way to get her to cooperate. Kate sees this interaction and decides to test it out for herself.

Notes: Thank you so much for this request! It was very cute and I enjoyed writing it! Hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1285

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Natasha, Yelena, and Kate were all sitting on a couch together, watching a movie at night. There were lots of blankets, snacks, drinks, and most importantly sugar surrounding the girls. Yelena opened her bag of popcorn, stuffing handfuls into her mouth while asking Natasha what was happening.

“Yelena, haven’t we been over this? Don’t talk with your mouth spilling popcorn everywhere,” Natasha playfully scolded.

“Whatever Poser, just answer the question,” Yelena said, stuffing another handful into her mouth.

“You know what? I actually think we should teach you manners first before we finish the movie,” Natasha said, putting the popcorn bag on the coffee table. Yelena’s mouth dropped open in betrayal, much to Natasha and Kate’s amusement. 

Yelena quickly tried to throw the numerous blankets off of her, but Natasha used this to her advantage. The redhead grabbed the other end of the blanket, using it to wrap Yelena up into a little human burrito with her feet sticking out. Natasha, being skilled at this, knew all the loopholes and made sure to cover them all. She had put the opening of the blanket underneath Yelena so she couldn’t uncover herself and escape. However, she also made sure Yelena’s feet and head were sticking out so she could breathe, but also be tickled to pieces. 

“Natasha! Let me eat my popcorn!” The blonde shouted angrily, kicking and struggling to escape. 

“Not until you learn how to eat it properly,” Natasha teased, placing one hand on Yelena’s shins, and using her other hand to drag a nail up her foot.

“AH! Natasha don’t!” Yelena threatened, already starting to break out into a grin.

Meanwhile, Kate was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching curiously. It was rare for her to see Yelena lose to anyone, even in a playful fight. Usually she was so tough and could defeat anyone in her path. However, Kate knew this could come in handy for her someday. The brunette quietly grabbed a soda off the table and sat back to watch and take mental notes.

“Laughing already?” Natasha teased, still using one finger to drag up and down Yelena’s foot.

“Ihihi’m nohohot,” Yelena stubbornly giggled out. 

“Sounds like giggles to me,” Natasha remarked, now using her two index fingers to tickle each foot.

Yelena cursed at her sister, twisting around with her arms trapped underneath the wrapped blanket. 

“It’s okay to laugh and be a little ticklish weakling,” Natasha teased, knowing that her sister was always so tough, except when she was faced with a light touch. 

“Nehehever hehehe,” Yelena adorably giggled, much to Kate’s surprise. 

“You can barely stand one finger, just wait until I use all ten of mine,” Natasha said, promptly switching to spidering all ten of her fingers over her sister’s soft soles, sending the blonde into frantic laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP,” Yelena pleaded.

“Are you gonna eat popcorn properly?” Natasha asked, as the blonde just stubbornly shook her head while laughing her head off. 

“You sure about that?” Natasha asked, holding her toes back and using her other hand to tickle the spot right underneath them. This caused Yelena to shriek and kick desperately, as she couldn’t stand the overly sensitive ticklish sensation she was feeling.

“OHOKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” Yelena screamed, aggressively nodding yes when her sister asked her if she would eat popcorn properly.

“See Kate?” That’s exactly how you break her,” Natasha commented, helping Yelena unwrap herself from the blanket. 

“Kate Bishop don’t you dare. If you try anything I will twist you into a pretzel and leave you there,” Yelena threatened, staring the brunette down.

Kate just nodded, scared of any retaliation that would occur.

“Nah, don't fall for her fake toughness. She’ll crumble the minute you tickle her,” Natasha said, proving her point by squeezing her sister’s side, earning a yelp and a slap on the arm.

The three of them settled down and finished the movie, as Yelena ate her popcorn properly…for now.

A few days later, Yelena was going to the store to get a few things.

“Does anyone need anything?” Yelena called out.

Kate perked up at the question, as she needed a new umbrella, as hers had broken in the wind.

“Can you pick up an umbrella for me?” Kate asked, her voice quieting at the end.

“Sorry Kate, I don’t have time for errands for peasants,” Yelena said teasingly, but maintaining enough seriousness to mess with Kate. Most of the time Kate would get down and think Yelena was serious until the blonde would explain that she’s just teasing. Yelena expected this reaction again, but to her surprise, Kate was heading towards her confidently. 

For once, Yelena cowered slightly, unsure of what Kate was gonna do. As tough and strong as Yelena was, Kate was also a strong and skilled fighter herself.

“You wanna think again about that statement?” Kate asked, catching Yelena off guard and throwing her onto the couch. Kate quickly pinned Yelena’s wrists under her knees, leaving her whole torso exposed.

There was a small flash of fear on Yelena’s face before she returned to her snarky self.

“Kate Bishop, this is nice and all, but you heard me. I have errands to run, and not for you,” the blonde said, sticking her tongue out to taunt Kate.

“Good thing I know your weakness!” Kate said cheerfully, but partly nervous. She didn’t know if Yelena would want to be tickled by her or if she would get mad. But she was so intrigued by her weakness that she just had to explore it more. With that, Kate wiggled her fingers menacingly and began to claw at Yelena’s ribs.

The blonde exploded into laughter, not used to Kate’s tickle techniques.

“KAHAHATE! WHY!?!” Yelena shouted, struggling to get out from under her.

“I’m not gonna stop until you get my umbrella!” Kate said triumphantly, enjoying this rare power over her friend.

“SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU,” Yelena retorted, as Kate blew a raspberry on her stomach and tickled up and down her sides.

The blonde let out a new round of fresh belly laughter, unable to control her reactions.

Kate reached down to squeeze Yelena’s knees and thighs, earning her even more laughter and kicks, making it hard for her to keep Yelena pinned.

Kate then decided to explore another spot. What she didn’t know was that she had hit the jackpot. Kate took her sharp nails and began to wiggle them on the side of Yelena’s neck, causing the blonde to scrunch up and squeal, a sight that was as rare as a blue moon. 

Yelena was now laughing silently, shaking her head to try to get her friend to stop. Kate couldn’t help but laugh and quickly used her other hand to get a video.

Yelena had reached max embarrassment and her face was flushed a deep red, as she tapped out without a word.

The blonde laid there panting, processing what had just happened, before shooting a glare at Kate.

“What was that?” Yelena asked in disbelief, word for word for what she said in the elevator after she was slapped.

“Well, I’ve seen Natasha do it so much and it always works. So I decided to try it myself,” Kate said with a smug grin.

“You are so annoying,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“Why do you need an umbrella anyway?” Yelena asked after a bit.

“Oh, I actually don’t need one. I just wanted an excuse to tickle you,” Kate said with a sly grin. 

“Oh really?” Yelena said, now tackling her friend and tormenting her a thousand times worse. Safe to say, they all knew how to keep each other in check. All through the power of tickles.