Yelena: how long do we have to play the happy newlyweds?!
Y/N: until the mission is done
Yelena: (huffs) I hate chores. I hate playing the housewife
Y/N: I’ll make you my famous Mac and cheese.
Yelena: I love playing housewife!
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I got angry looking through the Black Widow tag so I don’t know if this one has been submitted yet, lol. Art by George Freeman. She looks like the Joker.
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submitted by @deafening-radio-silence
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Power Outage
grey november au
☆ of course there had to be a power outage on the night of a thunderstorm.
☆ you were still fairly new to this job and adjusting to living in the compound.
☆ you had a deathly fear of the dark and thunderstorms. so it was just your luck, when the lights began to flicker as you were wrapped up in your blanket, reading a book.
☆ you let out a yell in fear, coincidently, a roar of thunder occurred. you cried out, burying your head under your covers.
☆ that was thing about you, even when you were younger you had this fear. your brother had to bring you to his bed to comfort you. as you refused to sleep alone, petrified of the loud noises.
☆ your thoughts would run wild, imagining the worse cases. what if the thunder hit you? what if your brother got hurt and you were fine?
☆ your brother would stay up with you until it was over. those nights consisted of late night scrabble games in his room, him making you hot chocolate, him "letting" you win..God you missed that .
☆ you were shaking under your covers when suddenly, the door opened. "Hun, are you okay? I heard screams-" Nat paused, seeing a shaking figure under your blanket. Of course Natasha heard you, her room is right next to yours.
☆ no response. Nat came over to you and pulled you into her arms. "Shh..it's okay detka, m' here." She mumbled, holding you.
☆ she didn't pull thr covers off of your head. Letting you determine the pace of bow you wanted this to go.
☆ after a moment of her shushing and comforting you, you finally let the covers off. "Now there's that pretty face I love to see." She smiled, wiping your tears.
☆ "N-natty" you whimpered. Her heart nearly melted at the nickname. You never called her that, but your voice sounded so shaky it brought a frown.
☆ "what's wrong, honey?" She frowned, tracing circles on the back of your palm.
☆ you pouted "m' scared", tightening your grip on the older woman. her eyes soften, "i'm right here dear, i'll protect you. do you want to stay in my room with me? it's nice and warm in there. you can bring your blanket if you want" she smiled at you.
☆ you nodded in response, clutching your blanket in your arms. the spy lifted you up, you squealed in response. most definitely not expecting that.
☆ "n-natty what are you doing??" you giggled. she smiled, seeing you laugh "just protecting you, dear! there might be monsters on the floor! don't want them to snatch your feet!!" she exclaimed, carrying you to her room.
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Yelena: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts.
Wade, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.
Yelena, deadpanning at Wade: Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.
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Y/N tries hugging Natasha from behind…
Natasha throws them over her shoulder…
Natasha: what the-?! Malyshka?!
Y/N: I just wanted to give you a hug
Natasha: I thought you were trying to take me out
Y/N: the only taking out I want to do is take you out on a date.
Natasha blushes…
Y/N: but I think now you need to take me to the med bay
Natasha: oh…right
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Yelena: Kate has no survival skills. Her need to be a hero has replaced them.
Natasha: That can't be true.
Yelena: Watch this.
Yelena: Kate Bishop, there's a lost child at the bottom of the stairs!
Kate: (throws herself out the nearest window)
Yelena: God I love her.
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Kate: Alright, I’ll admit it. I’m afraid of clowns.
Yelena: You still hang around Barton, though.
Clint, in the vents: HEY!
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