Avengers, meet WidowFam
Fandom: MCU
Compilation: Moments in the Life of WidowFam
A/N: I don’t care about canon, so no characters are dead, and I get to do whatever I want.
Maria quietly lets herself into the safe house.
Outside in the backyard, Natasha and Yelena are busy sparring, but Maria has no delusions that her entrance went unnoticed. She proceeds into the kitchen and sets about preparing her materials for the briefing.
Sure enough, when the sisters eventually wander in, neither reacts to her presence with surprise. Yelena merely gives her an appraising look and greets her by name.
"Maria Hill."
"Yelena Belova," Maria responds in kind.
Natasha, who has retrieved water bottles from the refrigerator, merely rolls her eyes at them. She throws one at Yelena, hard. Yelena catches it easily. She fakes throwing it back, arm shooting forward. Natasha doesn't fall for it. Instead of preparing to catch anything, she pelts Yelena with the second bottle. Yelena has to readjust quickly to catch it.
"If we could get on with the briefing"--Maria pauses as a water bottle flies past her face--"you are the reason I'm here after all."
"Yes, Natasha. Behave," Yelena says, smugness only growing when a look from Maria stops Natasha's retaliation in its tracks.
Maria tells them about Ross' investigation into the Red Room and the tracking of the subjugated Widows.
"This is where he plans to start looking." Maria slides several hard copy files across the table. "Depending on how much you trust him, you can decide if you want to prioritize them or the others."
Natasha slides the list to Yelena.
"I've got a list of identities and documents you can use for them." Following Natasha's cue, Maria tosses a packet Yelena's way. She turns to Natasha. "And I've got a call with Stark set up for you."
"These names are so boring," Yelena says, rifling through passports. "But I guess that should be expected from Robin Parios of Canada."
She reaches for a pocket, then frowns. She pats around her other pockets.
Natasha tosses the passport of Maria's current cover at her.
Yelena glares at her, affronted. "When did you--?"
"Stop stealing things from Hill."
"Stop stealing things from me."
Maria has no idea when Yelena had the chance to filch her passport, and she doesn't bother wondering. She merely keeps a firm grip on it for the rest of her visit.
…
Natasha tells Clint about her newly reunited family.
He's her best friend, her family as much as the widows. He tells her he's happy for her, but he knows better than to ask too many questions. He accepts whatever details she's willing to give and requests nothing more.
The reunion comes in handy when they encounter a black market device that requires an expertise in neurochemistry. Even though Natasha has started making amends with Stark, Clint has not. And truthfully, it's only because it's Clint that Natasha offers to call Melina.
Melina picks up promptly. She gives Natasha a once over to make sure she's okay. Natasha briefly introduces Clint, and then they're off discussing potential mitigation plans and inventory needs. Melina is matter-of-fact as always, but it's nice.
Until she hears, "Natasha!"
Natasha groans as Alexei appears beside Melina. His eyes rove across the screen. When he confirms his nemesis is no where to be found, he begins, "Where is--" before catching the look of annoyance on Natasha's face. He clears his throat. "How is my favorite Avenger?"
After Natasha responds that she's fine, Melina wrestles the conversation back to the topic at hand. She has to shush Alexei a few more times. Alexei takes it good-naturedly--after all, what does he know about neurochemistry--until they start strategizing how to break into the enemy compound.
"You cannot use a Photostatic Veil to bypass all biometric security measures," Melina protests. “Think, Natasha. It is not logical.”
“Why not?" Alexei jumps in. "What I say, Natasha, hmm? Remember Santa Claus.”
“Oh my god,” Natasha mutters under her breath.
Oblivious to her embarrassment, Alexei proudly states, “Our girls learned to believe, to reach for the stars, and they took down the Red Room.”
“Santa Claus?” Clint asks, smirk entirely too wide.
Natasha sighs. Later, she'll get her fair share of payback for all the teasing she's wrangled out of Laura's stories.
…
Natasha follows Tony and Bruce into one of the compound lounges. Her sauntering pace prevents her from stumbling into Tony as he stutter-steps to a halt.
A familiar figure lies on one of the couches. Familiar to her. Not so much to Tony and Bruce.
“Who are you?" Tony asks, feigning nonchalance. "And how did you get in here?”
Yelena ignores the first question. “Your security is very lacking.”
Natasha walks behind the couch and leans over the back. “What are you doing here?” She reaches down to brush her hand against Yelena’s forehead and up into her hair.
“There was a widow nearby," Yelena replies. "I thought I’d come say hi.”
“You okay?” Natasha asks.
Yelena doesn't respond verbally. She turns her head, pressing her cheek into Natasha's hand. That tells Natasha everything she needs to know.
“Next time you can go to my room. We’ll get your biometrics set up.”
“Woah, presumptuous much?” Tony protests. "Maybe you should run that by us first."
"I can do it," Bruce volunteers. "Let me get my tablet."
Natasha appreciates the immediate trust.
"Uh, maybe we should find out who the mystery woman is first," Tony says to Bruce, but Natasha can tell he's posturing just for the sake of it. He trusts her too.
To reward that trust, she says, "She's my little sister."
"Oh. Well, okay then--Wait, little sister?"
…
Natasha has a sister.
It's not a revelation Steve saw coming, but their sisterly connection is undeniable. In fact, the reason behind their relationship is precisely the reason Steve lets Natasha bring Yelena along on this mission.
Bucky is still being held in cryogenic stasis in Wakanda, and Steve wants to make sure there are no more hidden Hydra scientists and facilities to haunt him when he's woken up.
Natasha and Yelena know exactly what that's like.
As Steve stalks down the dark corridor, he hears something, movement further down the corridor but out of sight. He turns back to signal a warning to the sisters.
He doesn't need to.
By the time he turns, Natasha and Yelena are both stopping of their own accord, heads tilting in completely synchronized responses to the same sound.
It's sweet or some other adjective that they would hate but is relevant nonetheless.
The facility is run by a skeleton crew that's easy to dispose of between the three of them. They separate to get the job done. Before the trio are reunited, Steve hears two whistles. The first from his left: pitch low then high--Natasha. The second with pitches reversed--Yelena.
Despite the whistle signals, Natasha instinctively checks to make sure Yelena's all right. Yelena does the same.
Again, it's sweet.
He's glad Natasha has that. She deserves it.
…
Thor calls while Natasha is in Russia with her family.
"Hey," Natasha says as she accepts the call.
"Widow!" Thor greets cheerfully.
What has Thor reaching out from space, Natasha will never know because Yelena plops down on the couch beside her. “Hello, god from space.”
Natasha shoves her out of frame. "Ignore her."
“Hey,” Yelena complains, voice whinier than usual, higher than usual, making her sound younger, which naturally means–
“Natasha, be nice,” Melina’s voice floats in from her study.
“What? I didn’t even– She started it.”
“Listen to your mother,” Alexei interjects.
“Oh my god,” Natasha mutters in Russian.
With Thor's allspeak, he doesn't even blink at the linguistic transition. He merely laughs. “Yes, even gods are familiar with bothersome siblings. When we were children, Loki once recruited a pit of snakes to wrap me up like one of your Egyptian mummies.”
Yelena frowns at his fond tone. “Isn’t he the one that tried to take over Earth?”
Natasha wonders if Thor's tired of that question by now, but he shrugs easily. “He’s adopted.”
Natasha jerks her head to the left. “So is she.”
“So are you!” Yelena protests.
"I was unaware you had siblings," Thor says.
"It's been a while," Natasha explains. "We only recently reconnected."
"How wonderful," Thor replies.
"Yes, it is," Yelena says. "For her. I'm delightful."
Natasha shoves Yelena out of frame again.
But yeah, she has to admit, it is.
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Title: Before I Learned Civility
Author: Grandmacore
Artist: @mxaether
Main Pairing: Steve/Bucky
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Alexei Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova, mentions of other characters
Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Artist Steve Rogers, Trans Steve Rogers, Lawyer Bucky Barnes, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Getting Together, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Disabled Steve Rogers, Falling In Love, Siblings, background Alexei/Melina, mentions of transphobia, mentions of parental death, Mentions of Murder, friends to strangers to lovers, Siblings Steve Yelena and Natasha, Adopted Steve Rogers, Silver Fox Bucky Barnes, POV Multiple, Flashbacks, WidowFam plus Steve
Summary: When James’s coworker Natasha invites him to an art show she introduces him to her brother Steve. Though they are completele opposites James and Steve feel an immediate connection and are quick to start dating. But maybe their connection goes back to years before Natasha ever introduced them, maybe they knew each other before.
Word Count: 6305 words
This fic contains art by the amazing @mxaether who did a phenomenal job at bringing the Steve in this fic to life. This fic is very close to my heart and I hope people enjoy reading it. The title and inspiration comes from Taylor Swift's "Seven"
It was created as part of the @silver-fox-steve-bang.
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