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While such an action caused you to melt right there and then, completely touched by her charm and attentiveness, it was also true that it made you feel a pang of guilt. The last thing you wanted was to be a bother when these past five months she had been anything but a total dream of a woman for you.

The first time, you completely refused and she, between giggles stated that a 11°C weather was like hot summerfor a tough Russian woman such as herself. So the next three times you just thanked her and rewarded her in one way or another, like giving her a cold beer after dropping you off at your place, a drink you started buying just to have an excuse to invite her inside.

This day was no exception, of course. After she lent you her jacket and gave you a pleasant ride on her motorcycle to drop you off safe and sound, you said to her, "Would you like a beer? As a gesture of thanks for the jacket and the ride... and another wonderful date, of course," although at this point, both of you knew perfectly well that this was more than a thank you gesture.

"You know I'd never turn down a beer, moya lyubov," she replied, but what the redhead meant was 'you know I'd never turn down spending at least a few more minutes with you’. She never said it directly, however, something inside you always knew how to read between the lines. Maybe that's why your relationship with her lasted so many years later, but that’s another story to tell, now we're talking about the beginning.

"Come inside, then," you smiled at her.

"Oh, my goodness!" She exclaimed, her face lighting up even more and her smile expanding from ear to ear. She had her attention set to a fixed point behind you, and when you turned to see what was the cause of it, it didn't take you a second to mirror the action of the older woman.

A cat that looked perhaps a year old, whose color was an elegant beautiful black, was sleeping peacefully on the top tier of the porch of your house. The way it was curled up in a ball did not allow you to observe if there was a collar around its neck or not.

"I think it's best if we leave, let's not disturb them," Natasha whispered, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at her suggestion.

She remained serious.

"Oh, you're telling me not to enter my own house so I don't disturb this unknown cat?" You teased, a playful grin forming on your lips as you glanced at Natasha.

“Uhm, yes,” she snorted, as if what you asked was the most obvious thing in the world.

You couldn't complain, you always felt a sort of twist in your stomach every time your outings with Natasha came to an end and it was time to say goodbye, so you happily agreed to put your helmet back on and go wherever she wanted.

You were both getting on the motorcycle, when in the corner of your eye you noticed a small shadow moving. The cat was stretching after waking up from that peaceful nap.

"Change of plans," the redhead laughed, and removed her helmet, then got off her motorcycle.

With the most cautious steps possible, she walked in the direction of the little cat, which had its green eyes already open as it preened its right paw.

After sensing the presence of a stranger, any other cat would have gotten up and run away in a matter of seconds. However, this cat simply looked up and walked towards Natasha, sniffing her outstretched hand and then rubbing against her as if she were its lifelong owner.

"Awww, hey there, little one," she murmured in a gentle tone, as she kneeled. The cat, displaying a never-seen-before trust, allowed Natasha to scratch it behind its ears.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched this ‘tough Russian woman’ interact so tenderly with the cat.

As Natasha continued to pet the black cat, she commented, "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

You approached her and kneeled down beside her, extending your hand towards the cat. It smelled you briefly and subsequently rubbed its head against your hand, just like it did with the redhead.

It purred softly, as if to express its gratitude for the warmth and kindness you and Natasha were showing towards it.

“Oh my, what a precious little thing!” You exclaimed, as you pouted, feeling your heart melt with tenderness.

You had cats most of your life, but that changed when you moved to this new city nine months ago. The last cat you had in your previous home stayed temporarily with your best friend Kate, and her golden retriever Lucky had become your cat's best friend in no time.

As soon as you stabilized, you brought him back to your side, and you noticed that he stopped eating, and constantly meowed in desperation whenever he heard Kate's voice or Lucky’s barks on the phone. So you decided to do the most generous act of love for your dearest companion, and respected his wishes to stay with Kate and Lucky the dog.

You were a firm believer that cats chose their owners, and the fact that this unknown black cat came into your home, and above all, was so affectionate towards you and Natasha, was a sign that there was a reason why it had come into your life.

"Do you think they have an owner?" you asked, feeling your heart melt as you caressed each one of its cheeks with your thumbs. It had its eyes closed, and you could swear it was almost smiling, a sign that your affection was deeply appreciated.

Natasha carefully examined the cat's neck, and her fingers confirmed what you suspected, there was no collar. "Doesn't look like it," she replied, her gaze still fixed on the cat. “We should adopt them,” she added, as if she has this power of reading your thoughts.

You often wondered if she was really able to read your thoughts, for she had an amazing pulse to tell you what you were thinking. She, likewise, also believed that you possessed that ability, and you loved that smile she would display every time she let you know that you said just what she was thinking.

Many factors made it indisputable that you had found your person, and you felt it when you observed how lovingly she was treating this little cat. She loved animals, what more could you ask for?

"Nat, there is nothing I want more than to do this with you," you declared. As your relationship with her progressed, you lost count of how many times you answered her with that same sentence.

"So what are we going to do, share custody like we're a divorced couple?" Natasha laughed, and it automatically rubbed off on you, making you laugh along with her.

"Yes, we can have a custody agreement," you teased, pretending to mull it over. "You get weekends and Christmas, and I'll have weekdays and New Year."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Hmm, I don't know if I can handle only seeing our little furball on weekends! We’ll discuss that in court!"

You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, but seriously, you get one week and every Friday we drop the child off at each other’s house. How about that?” You proposed.

Natasha grinned, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips, "Sounds like a plan,” she paused. “Oh, I’m not supposed to kiss you! We’re divorcing!” She joked.

"Right, right,” you nodded in agreement. Even though you were trying so hard to play serious, you couldn’t stop smiling. “Divorce proceedings concluded. Now, how about we go to the vet for a quick check-up?

Natasha grinned and nodded. "Absolutely, it's time for some serious co-parenting."

Very gently, the redhead took the cat in her arms, to which the two of you gave multiple caresses during your 'custody discussion'. You, on the other hand, entered your house to quickly grab your car keys and opened your garage, making way for your girlfriend to enter with your new companion.

As you approached your car, you unlocked the doors, opening the passenger one for Natasha to get into the vehicle with the cat securely in her arms.

The car ride was better than expected, the cat appeared anxious but Natasha made sure to reach in to comfort and stroke it, so there wasn’t any sort of inconvenience beyond its occasional meowing.

Once there, you and Natasha were told to wait around fifteen minutes for the vet to be available. When your turn came, a kind and gentle soul, greeted you all with a warm smile, taking the little one carefully and then instructing you to wait outside.

After half an hour or so, the veterinarian returned with the cat, who appeared to have shinier hair and had a red bandana around its neck, indicating that it had received a bath.

"Wow, poor thing, didn't cause a lot of trouble?" Natasha asked, as she took the cat back into her arms and briefly sniffed its fur, making you giggle.

"She's very well-behaved," the veterinarian replied.

"She?" The redhead and you said in unison.

"That's right, she's a female," she confirmed.

"Detka, do you have any idea how rare female black cats are? There's always a higher chance it's male!" Natasha turned to you, her green eyes taking on an immediate gleam as she looked back down at the cat in her arms.

“It seems like we have a very special lady with us now,” you commented, caressing the cat’s chin. “Our lucky charm.”

Natasha nodded in agreement, and turned her attention back to the vet, “And how is her health?”

"She appears to be in good health overall," she began. "I gave her a bath treatment to get rid of fleas, and applied an anti-flea pipette, which should be applied every month," she continued, to which both of you were paying cautious attention. “She had also had internal parasites, and she's quite malnourished. But the good news is that these issues can be treated. We'll start with a deworming medication to address the parasites. Additionally, I'll provide you with dietary recommendations to help her regain her strength. She's also due for some vaccinations to keep her protected."

After expressing your gratitude to the veterinarian and making an appointment for the next checkup in two weeks, you and Natasha split the bill evenly, each covering your share of the expenses.

The next step was to head to the nearest pet store, in order to provide everything your new cat would need in both of her new homes. You picked out two litter boxes, one for each home, making sure they were spacious and easy to clean. For food and water, you selected two sets of bowls, and made sure to stock up on the special recovery food the vet had prescribed… of course you couldn’t resist grabbing several treats and toys to keep her entertained and spoiled.

As you pushed the shopping cart filled with items, you smiled widely when you spotted the heartwarming scene through the car window. There, in the passenger seat, Natasha sat patiently with the cat nestled comfortably on her lap, peacefully asleep.

The bond between Natasha and the cat was something that you knew would grow stronger with every passing day, and it was evident that this adorable addition to your lives had found a special place in Natasha's heart.

Once you returned home, you wasted no time in setting up the new living space. The litter box was strategically placed, and the bowls were filled with cat tuna and fresh water respectively. The scent of the food immediately drew the attention of your new little friend, for she eagerly approached the bowl, and devoured her meal in a matter of seconds.

Fortunately, the prescribed deworming pill, carefully hidden in the food, went unnoticed as she happily ate. Natasha and you exchanged smiles, relieved to see her enjoying her first proper meal in her new home.

“While I was in the car waiting for you, I was thinking about some names,” Natasha said, sitting cross legged on the floor as she simply observed in awe how the black cat enjoyed the food she was provided.

You turned to her, "What names did you come up with?" You asked, as you imitated her action of sitting cross legged on the floor.

"I remembered a creature in Slavic mythology named Liho, and I think it suits her, what do you think?” Natasha proposed.

You repeated the name softly, trying it out. It had a unique and gentle ring to it, just like the cat herself. "Liho," you said with a smile. "I like it. It's perfect. Does it have a meaning?"

“Liho is the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune,” she explained.

Your laughter rang through the room at Natasha's explanation.

"Liho, the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune? Come on, Nat, look at her!" You pointed at the cat, who was now drinking some water. "How can she be evil? She's an absolute sweetheart!”

Natasha chuckled at your response, understanding that her choice was unconventional, "I wanted to name her something not too obvious, something contrary to her. Liho just felt right, like she's going to defy all the superstitions."

You smiled, noticing the thought and care Natasha had put into the name. She indeed had a unique reasoning behind it, "I get it. Liho it is, our little bundle of luck."

Every Friday, as promised, you remained true to your playful ‘custody agreement’. You and Natasha would take turns dropping off the cat at each other's houses.

On those days, you would pack a bag for Liho, making sure it contained her food and a selection of toys to keep her entertained. The cat, ever adaptable, quickly grew accustomed to the weekly transitions, and her sweet demeanor made the process a piece of cake.

It had become a cherished habit to feel Liho's weight on your feet during cozy movie nights, or to find her perched on the windowsill, her inquisitive eyes watching the world outside as you and Natasha cooked dinner together whenever she visited you, or viceversa.

Over time, Liho's transformation was notorious and drastic. With consistent care, her health steadily improved. Gone were the days of malnourishment, for she had gained weight, and her black hair shimmered with vitality. All thanks to the love and dedication you both poured into her recovery, an unavoidable response to the way she had effortlessly wrapped you both around her little paw from the moment she had first appeared on your house's porch.

And it was a matter of time for Liho to have just one home, for you and Natasha decided to take the next step after a year, and decided to move together.

“You’re lucky you’re pregnant and that I’m a super soldier.” you said to your wife after putting the last piece of furniture back in its original place.

“I’m glad you finished this earlier than expected, now you can pick up the floor sander I rented.”

“You rented a what? Babe these floors are brand new. It would be a waste of time to use a floor sander on it now.”

“I don’t care. I’m gonna take a nap right now and when I wake up I want you working those floors. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” you replied, not wanting to deal with an angry pregnant wife. Since she entered her third trimester, her mood seemed to shift at the drop of a hat, so you chose your words carefully.

“Off you go then, I’ll see you later. Love you!” she said, as if she just didn’t indirectly threaten you.

“Love you!” you shouted up the stairs before grabbing the keys to your pickup and walking outside.

You spent a week (unnecessarily) refinishing every floor in the house while also assisting your wife with tasks she can no longer perform due to her pregnancy, such as cleaning the house.

Unfortunately, refinishing the floors was not the only renovation task Natasha wanted you to complete. You rested for an hour before your lovely wife assigned you the task of painting the house's interior.

What Natasha failed to consider was the necessity for the paint to dry and the fumes to exit the house. With all the open windows and doors, it was fucking freezing inside.

“Babeee I’m cold” your wife whined for the millionth time that day.

“You wanted me to paint, so this is your own fault” you said while continuing to paint your bedroom wall.

"Do you really want to risk endangering our unborn child by exposing them to this cold?" she pouted and tugged at your shirt, attempting to persuade you to cuddle her for warmth.

"I'll cuddle you for as long as you want if you let me finish painting this room, and I'll even bring an extra blanket. Deal?” you stated while staring at her. The large smile on her face assured you that you had made the right choice, despite the fact that you will most likely regret not finishing your work.

“Deal, but can you please hurry up?”

“I’ll try my best, but I can’t concentrate if you keep whining” you teased.

“I’m pregnant, so I’m allowed to whine as much as I want.” she huffed.

“You can, but it will only delay your cuddles. Your choice.”

“Fine.”

You finished painting the bedroom walls in ten minutes. To avoid staining Natasha and the bed with paint, you grabbed a quick change of clothes from your closet before jumping into bed with your wife.

“Come here” your wife said from the bed while making grabby hands at you. Natasha took her spot on your chest as soon as you laid down, letting out a deep breath and finally relaxing in your arms.

As you caressed your wife's hair, the room fell silent, the woman finally pleased with the warmth that had engulfed her.

“We still need to rearrange the furniture so it’s suitable for our baby. Maybe we need to buy a new couch and table as well…” she mumbled

“Shhhh… Not now," you replied, putting your finger on her lips, pleading with her to stop talking about the house's needless renovations.

The next day began beautifully, with you and your wife enjoying a nice breakfast together. Unfortunately, that nice ambiance did not last as long as you had hoped. You put up with your wife's home renovation projects, but that didn't mean you liked them.

“The windows in the nursery are still drafty, what if our baby gets sick!” your wife exclaimed, pacing around the room in worry.

“Don’t worry about it, my love. I-“

“What did you just say?” she said, a venomous tone in her voice

“I, uh, I said that you shouldn’t worry about the drafty windows…” you trailed off as she flashed you a murderous glare. It didn't matter if you were a super soldier at the moment; your wife could still beat you up if she wanted to. Pregnant or not.

“So what I’m hearing is that I shouldn’t be concerned for our child’s well-being?” she questioned you with a perfectly arched brow.

“No, no, no. What I meant was that I will get the windows fixed as quickly as possible.” you said nervously, looking down at the ground.

“You better.” she snarled as she prodded at your chest with her finger, before angrily storming upstairs. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding as soon as she left your personal space.

“I suppose I better get started then.” you murmured to yourself.

After going to the shop, you spent the rest of the day measuring the windows and cutting up silicon weather stripping in hopes of getting back on Natasha’s good side.

Happy wife, happy life, right?

Speaking of your wife, she was leaning against the open door for the past few minutes, just staring at you as you worked. She felt awful about how she treated you over the last two weeks, because she knew you were doing your best.

“Want some help?” the sound of your wife’s voice filled the room. Your superhearing had already picked up the sound of your wife's footsteps, so she didn't startle you.

"No, it's all right. You and the baby need to rest; just let me finish this."

“No. I also want to help and do something for our baby.” she said as she lowered herself on the floor to sit next to you. “I’m sorry for blowing up on you a few times and being… very bossy.”

“It’s fine, Nat. You’re growing a baby inside of you, I understand that your hormones are fucking you up. The least I can do is meet all of your demands.”

“It’s not fine. I treat you like shit and yet you continue to support me. You don’t deserve to be spoken to like a garbage bin. These hormones have been messing me up, but please remember that I love you. Even when I’m being an asshole.” she told you with tears streaming down her face.

“I love you too, Nat. Even when you’re an asshole to me.” you reply, engulfing her in a hug. Your heart ached seeing Natasha like this, tears streaming down her face and soaking your hoodie.

After a few minutes, her crying had subsided to sniffles, but she was clearly still upset with herself. You just held her for a few more minutes until you had a brilliant idea to attempt to cheer her up.

“How about we watch that sitcom Wanda recommend us hm? I’ll even massage your ankles while we’re watching.” you asked your wife, her face immediately lighting up at the idea.

“I’d like that very much.”

Pregnancy may have affected Natasha, but your love for her is all the same.

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You didn't seem bothered by her lack of openness. You never said or did anything to make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, you seemed perfectly fine with it. You were... comfortable with it. 

It was actually pretty sweet - if she hadn't already spent weeks worrying over the idea of sleeping with you, this would have pushed things further. She had no doubt your willingness to just be there for her - and she didn’t want to think of what else - gave her courage as well as warmth. 

The fact that you didn't even try to pry into her life made things easier. It helped that at least in private, there was no pressure to say any more than she really wanted to. She could keep things close to her chest like that and not worry.

She trusted you, so much so that she could tell you almost everything without hesitation. There was something very special about being able to confide in someone who understood her completely. And while it probably wasn't the most romantic feeling ever, it certainly felt nice. To be free of any inhibitions and just go for what she wants instead of waiting for other people to take action was... freeing. A kind of freedom she hadn't known before. 

That night, you slept on one side of the bed and she curled up next to you. Her skin warmed at the contact and she found herself smiling sleepily. Your arm wrapped itself protectively around her waist and she leaned against you. You shifted and she let out a happy sigh when you pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. It was comforting. More than comforting, even. It made her feel safe, protected, and... loved. And for some reason, that was all that mattered right now. Your presence relaxed her mind and she drifted off quickly into a dreamless sleep. 

The next morning, she awoke to your arms still around her tightly. You slept soundly, face buried in her hair, and she smiled. Your heartbeat sounded strong under her ear, your hands held her gently. 

Natasha wasn't a hugger usually. You knew that, but she enjoyed holding onto you anyway because it felt so... warm. Like home. It had taken her a while to get used to the concept - to accept what the word meant, but it seemed right. Warmth. Contentment. Comfort. These words were so foreign to her now, but they fit. They suited you. You brought her comfort and peace. You had always been so warm and caring and good - not to mention beautiful - that it only made sense that the two qualities were complementary. 

She took a moment to watch you as you slept, eyes closed peacefully with an almost childlike quality. She contemplates waking you with a kiss or two, leaning in only to hesitate centimeters away from brushing her lips lightly against yours out of embarrassment. 

But then you shift slightly, pulling her closer against you as though she's the last thing you want to let go and she realizes you're awake and watching her too. "Well if you won't do it, I will." You murmur, voice deep and gruff with sleep, but somehow still soft and smooth. 

The tone makes her grin. She leans in closer, closing the gap between your faces and pressing light kisses against your lips until she finally pulls away, giggling lightly. She doesn't resist as you tug her back down, wrapping both arms around her body. One hand settles in her hair and pulls slightly, prompting her to deepen the kiss. Her heart beats faster. So does yours. 

The intensity of it is startling. You move her hair aside so the kiss can continue and she lets you, her fingers gripping your shirt loosely. Eventually, you break off, panting. "What was that for?" she asks teasingly, her voice husky from the intense kiss.

"A good morning kiss." You smile, tracing her jawline with a finger. 

She had never seen you so drunk before. It was a surprise, really, finding out you were such a lightweight. You were cocky, despite the fact that you always seemed to be composed, but tonight, you were taking shots left and right until Wanda had to tell you to slow down. In truth, a part of her was worried and the other part of her was amused. Giggles fell from your lips underneath the pulsating music, the vibrant chatter, and the soft glow of neon lights highlighting your every curve. You were truly beautiful tonight, and before the two of you arrived to this party, she almost considered abandoning it all together, just to have you to herself for the rest of the night.

It was your first time out together in public as a couple. No one really knew–you hadn’t gotten around to telling anybody yet. It had only been less than two weeks since she asked you to be her girlfriend. And it was heaven. It was the beginning of a love that you couldn’t wait to grow. She was so sweet. Always took care of you. Always there for you. She’d do anything for you if you asked. And, right now, seeing you so out of it, drunk off of the endless alcohol that seemed to find its way into your red cup, had her feeling protective over you. Like she had to take you away.

“I’m gonna get the car, baby,” she said, leaning close into you ear so you could hear her properly.

You hummed out an incoherent response, your arms making their way slowly around her neck as you leaned into her, wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of your beautiful girlfriend.

“Stay here and don’t move,” Wanda kissed your forehead before carefully slipping from your hold. “I’ll come get you. Just wait for me.”

Then, she left.

She didn’t drink at all tonight, especially when she saw you take your first shot, knowing she’d be the one responsible to take you home. She had to be quick about it, not wasting any time jogging over to where she parked her car near the end of the road. Loads of people were here, wanting to get a taste of being inside this rich kid’s mansion just for some stupid frat party–rich kid being none other than her friend Tony.

After pulling her car up closer, Wanda ran back in to search for you. Surprisingly, you didn’t move from your spot at all, staying in place just like she told you to. But as she got closer, another figure came into view and Wanda’s eyes darkened at the sight. A redhead. Red lipstick. With leather on her shoulders. Natasha Romanoff. Your girlfriend’s smile fell at the sight.

“Wanda!” You immediately pulled away from the redhead, rushing right over to her as she walked closer.

Your girlfriend kept her eyes on Natasha’s, staring at her with a dangerous and jealous glare. Her arms wrapped around your waist slowly, her hands slipping underneath the hem of your shirt with the pads of her fingers meeting the soft skin of your back, all while she continued to stare at the redhead. You honestly were too drunk to notice the unbreakable tension between the two of them, completely unaware of the internal battle within their eyes. It was never a secret. Wanda had always known about Natasha’s interest in you, and not once did she ever take a liking to it–especially now.

“You need something, Nat?” Wanda asked slyly as her hand traveled up your back, not breaking eye contact with her for even a second.

“We were talking,” she replied, holding her stare as well, just as strong as she was. “Is it wrong for me to talk to a pretty lady?”

“Not at all.” Wanda shook her head and smiled bitterly, “But, touching my girlfriend is.”

You leaned in closer, nuzzling your face against Wanda’s neck as she spoke. A breathy but quiet moan falls from your mouth as you began to feel lightheaded. You couldn’t really tell whether it was the alcohol or the way Wanda’s hands dragged themselves along your back sensually. It was probably both. Probably just Wanda. She had a knack for that sort of thing anyway.

“Girlfriend?” Natasha’s eyes widen as she eyed the way Wanda touched you.

Wanda smirked again and moved her head to place a tender kiss behind your ear, still staring at Natasha as she did so. She whispered in your ear, making sure the redhead heard her as well. “Right, baby?”

“Mhmmm,” you nod against her neck.

Natasha’s eyebrow twitched up in annoyance. A subtle scowl crossed her face, realizing she’d have to abandon her attempts in getting your attention. Wanda pulled you even closer to her body.

“If you’ll excuse us…”

After giving Natasha another glare, your girlfriend carefully guided you out of the mansion and straight into her car. With tiny grunts and whimpers slipping past your lips, you sat in her car waiting patiently for her to get in. As soon as she did, you attempted to move close to her, trying to get into her warm embrace once again. Wanda chuckled and gently pushed you back into your seat, muttering something along the lines of “later, baby.” You couldn’t really tell.

The rest of the car ride back to the dorms were just a blurry stream of lights and laughter to you. As Wanda’s car rolled toward your dorm, the effects of the alcohol rendered the journey a hazy backdrop, and you, lost in your own tipsy reverie, barely registered Wanda's gentle assistance when they arrived—unaware of the caring support that guided you through the door.

You were touchy, she noticed. Clingy. Oh, so clingy. It was adorable–even with how you mumbled out her name when she’d walk away for just a couple of seconds to grab some wipes to help you get your makeup off. All you did was look for her, all drowsy and dizzy. She’d gently help you get out of your dress and your heels and into something more comfortable for you to sleep in.

“Mm… ‘m tired…” You’d mumble, reaching out to your girlfriend, who seemed to be so far away when she was just on the other side of the room, getting ready to get in bed with you. “You’re so… far…”

“I’m coming, baby, one second,” Wanda smiled softly at you as she took her earrings off and placed it neatly on your dresser.

“My girlfriend is so pretty…” You mumbled, eyes fluttering closed soon after.

“You should see mine,” she replied as her smile grew wider at the sound of your voice.

Wanda watched as you groaned into your pillow, “Of course, you have a girlfriend.”

“It’s you, baby,” but her words fell on deaf ears.

You laid in your bed, a picture of adorable weariness. The effects of the alcohol painted your features with a sleepy charm, creating an endearing tableau of vulnerability that tugged at Wanda’s heartstrings. After a few moments, she slipped into under the blankets and you immediately scooted over to nuzzle into her warm body. Wanda wraps her arms around you and holds you close.

Long gone were her jealous thoughts of Natasha being so close to you. When the love of her life is laying in her arms, tired and drunk off of alcohol, sleepiness, and love, Wanda had nothing else to worry about.

Of course it is great and beautiful to fall for someone and feel that ever growing excitement, to feel the butterflies in your stomach or the fireworks before your eyes. And although at times it did feel like that with Nat, like when she first shyly held your hand while sitting on the balcony that evening and she softly tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear to take a better look at your face, or how she lightly kissed your cheek not to scare you off before brushing your lips together waiting for you to be ready, it was always easy with her.

When you confessed this to her, many years later, she joked about how, if there were other universes, you were probably together in all of them, along with the cheesiest “it must be written in the stars” and her signature smirk and chuckle.

The point is, it really was easy to fall for her and love her more and more everyday.

It always fascinated you to watch those couples who had been together for years and just seemed to always be so at ease with each other. Being in love is exciting, and it should be, but after having known a person for so long and being familiar with every single aspect of them, the way they behave, the way they feel, the way they treat others, the initial blinding fireworks of a young and fresh love die, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It is kinda hard to explain but it truly is beautiful: to be with someone, to have a partner and just exist together in the same space, to stay next to each other and just appreciate the opportunity to be able to live at the same time as the other. At first it was a bit hard to figure out the true nature of these feelings you felt for Nat and, surprisingly, it was the same for her. Yes, it did take you two some time to really hit it off, but it was a beautiful journey nonetheless, surely full of love.

Her friends, her family, would often innocently tease you two about how you seemed like an old couple from the get go, to which she would always softly laugh after holding you just the tiniest bit closer. It was true, you two actually did a lot of what people would often define as “old people stuff”, but you never saw anything bad in spending a nice weekend tucked next to her under a soft blanket while silently reading a book and smiling to each other from time to time.

At one point you did get a bit anxious at how she could feel about the way you spent time together, but, as the true observer that she is, she instantly noticed it and, after you voiced your concerns, she reassured you that it was the least of her problems. “I'd gladly spend the rest of my life lying in bed and doing nothing if you were there with me” she said before softly smiling, briefly looking down at your lips and pecking them while caressing your cheek. Again, a little bit cheesy, but it definitely helped.

It was actually a little reoccurring thing between you two: she would say the corniest lines in a teasing tone and you would blush just a little bit, enough for her to tease you about it from time to time. She really was a charmer and, even after years and years together, she never failed to make your breath hitch or make your knees buckle at her soft praises and caresses.

Life with Nat was good, it felt “safe” and it felt like home. She was your home, she was the only part of your life that you could’ve never regretted and that you would’ve never ever given up. After having experienced her love, after having experienced her, you knew that life was never going to be the same if not with Nat.

And it truly was scary: all you wanted was to have a good life with her and end up as two old, wrinkly ladies in a little house in the countryside. You would walk to the little library not far away and Nat would help you pick a dusty old book from one of the full shelves.

After getting home, drinking some tea and having some of the медовик (medovik) cake that she had previously baked, you would sit on the sofa and Nat would read the freshly bought book aloud, not before teasing you for losing your glasses once again.

“Tasha," You rasped trying to catch her attention. The bed under you creaked with the weight of your lovemaking as you gently wrapped your hand around her neck. Your voice was a soft yet gentle command. “Breathe.”

The morning sun peeked across the horizon, its golden streaks reached through the sheer curtains, gently coaxing the room from its slumber. Despite the happenings before you, a serene stillness embraced the room, interrupted only by the subtle rustle of sheets and harsh breathing from the two of you. 

As you thrust your hips forward, your free hand found its way to Natasha’s bare thigh, raising it to get a better angle. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge as your fingers gently encircled her, a firm yet tender grip pulling her closer. It was a silent declaration, a physical manifestation of desire and connection.

Natasha, feeling the strength of your touch, surrendered to the embrace. She reciprocated, her own hands finding refuge atop yours. Your grip tightened, not in restraint, but in an affirmation of the intensity of the emotions coursing between you.

Natasha breathed harshly, her head falling back to rest on your shoulder. 

“Yes,” Natasha whispered. “Right there,” She moaned into the air. 

You kept up your brutal pace, propelling your hips forward, as you spooned Natasha. Her whimpers and moans spurred you on getting her closer to the second orgasm of the morning. 

“Shit!” She cried as you hit that spot inside her that made her go crazy. She couldn’t do much but take it as you fucked her from behind. Her fingers dug into the back of your palm, before she unclenched them, noticing the tightness in her grip. 

“I know baby,” You peppered kisses along the parts of her shoulder you could reach. You could feel the heaviness in her bones as if it were your own. The hurriedness in the thrusting of her hips. She’s close. You reach in front of you, using your knee to part her legs even more, as you rub her swollen bud in tight circles. Your fingers are heavy on her sex as she hisses again. 

This is how most of your mornings have started for the past week. Slowly waking up, sharing kisses, before it eventually ends in sex. Mindblowing sex. Some of the best you’ve ever had. 

“Let me on top,” Natasha begged, tapping at your hands before she slowly removed the seven-inch strap from her pussy. She pushes you onto your back, your hands finding her waist, as you position yourself against the pillows. This view is much better. She can see all of you and you see her. Your eyes trail over her body, from her perky breasts to the taut muscles of her stomach, down to the landing strip of her pussy. You have to force your eyes to stay open at the delicious sight in front of you. You’ve missed this image and hope to burn it permanently into your mind. Natasha's riding was always a sight to see. 

“Fuck,” You cursed aloud. “So fucking sexy.” You growled as you gripped her hips tighter. You reach behind her to slap her ass and her pussy clenches around the cock. “You like that?”

“Mhmm,” Natasha nodded. She bit her bottom lip to keep her volume low, her eyes half-lidded, as she ran her hands along your torso. “I’m gonna cum.” She sighed. The headboard above you subtly knocked against the wall as she began to bounce on top of you. 

“Cum baby,” You encouraged as your nimble fingers returned to her clit. “I got you.” You promised as you teased her swollen nub. Natasha threw her hair over her left shoulder in one motion. She used your breasts as anchors, her thumbs just barely touching the metal of your piercing, as she matched your thrusting. 

She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly as she felt the familiar fluttering of her walls. She felt the immediate reaction in her body to your ministrations. She had never had such an attentive lover she thought as she looked into your eyes. Her climax was all-encompassing. Her mouth formed into a perfect ‘o’ shape as she inhaled a sharp breath of air. It was as though every fiber of her being had momentarily locked in response to the natural electricity that rushed within her. 

The piece inside of you, gently rubbing against your g-spot, pressed hard against your walls as you fell into your climax several seconds after Natasha. Your moans and breaths mingled as she bowed forward, her lips against your neck, as you both experienced the moment together. 

The minutes after are all a blur. Limbs and sheets become a tangled mess on the bed as you dispose of the strap somewhere beside the bed. You don’t know where you begin and Natasha ends as you lie against the pillows spent. Slowly, her arms reach to wrap around your midsection, before she nudges your chin with her nose. 

She wanted a kiss. You obliged, offering your slightly chapped lips to her, as you gently pressed against her body. 

“Mmm,” She hummed. “I love you.” She lifted her hand to caress your cheek. She wanted nothing more than to be close to you at this moment. 

“I love you too,” You murmured.

In the quiet cocoon of your shared affection, you both nestled into the warmth of each other's embrace. The gentle hum of morning light seeping through the curtains painted a tranquil scene, and the world outside seemed to pause, granting this stolen moment of peace.

Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your chest as you exchanged whispers of love. The rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths are synchronized. 

As the sun gradually asserted its presence you found comfort in the simple act of being close. The world may demand attention and responsibilities would soon beckon, but for now, time stood still. With the impending awakening of Olivia and Lily on the horizon, the present was all that mattered.

“I’m so tired,” Natasha huffed as she looked over to the alarm clock blinking on your side of the bed. “You wore me out.” 

“I aim to please,” You joked as she kissed along your chin. “I wore the Black Widow out. I need to put that on Twitter.”

“The public would love that,” She laughed. She giggled as she thought of the tabloids now. "Go ahead, make me the headline," she teased. As she nuzzled closer, the morning's weariness seemed to dissipate in the warmth of your shared laughter.

“We’ve been it for worse,” You shrugged. 

"True," Natasha responded with a wry smile, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "Not that I remember any of them but I’ll take your word for it.”

There’s a moment of silence that hangs in the air. Natasha watches your facial expressions for a few seconds longer. You can feel there’s something she wants to ask. 

“How do you feel?” Natasha began. “How would you feel if I didn’t get my memories back?”

You took a deep breath, sensing the weight in Natasha's question. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response. You met Natasha's gaze, searching her eyes for any hints of uncertainty or fear.

"I love you, Natasha, memories or not," you replied, your voice steady and sincere. "Our connection goes beyond what's in the past. If you never regained those memories, it wouldn't change how I feel about you. We'll create new memories together, and I'll be here every step of the way." 

“Okay,” Natasha nodded. “Now let’s get rid of the cookie-cutter response. I want to know how you’re feeling. How you’ve been feeling since I woke up. I know I pushed you away and said horrible things but I want to know.” 

You looked deep into Natasha's eyes, appreciating the honesty in her words. The vulnerability she expressed invited a genuine response. 

"It's been a rollercoaster, Nat," you admitted, your voice carrying a mix of emotions. You swiped a hand over your face before returning your eyes to her gaze. "Seeing you wake up without memories, hearing you say those things... it hurt. But I get it, it's not you. It's been tough, not gonna lie. There were moments when I felt lost, wondering if we'd get back what we had. But," you added, a soft smile breaking through, "every small step you've taken to reconnect, to understand, it's been a beacon of hope. I want you to be okay, Nat, with or without those memories. And I'm here, no matter what, figuring it out together."

“I don’t deserve you,” Natasha muttered. 

Gently, you cupped Natasha's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away a stray tear. "Hey, none of that," you whispered, your voice tender. "You deserve all the love and support in the world. We've been through so much, and I'm not going anywhere. Remember, I love you for who you are, not just for what's in the past.”

“Nat, is something going on? Are you worried about more than just getting your memories back?” 

Her gaze faltered for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. She sighed, a mixture of hesitation and gratitude in her eyes. "It's just... this whole process, not knowing who I was, the uncertainty. Forgetting the girls. It's not just about memories. It's about finding my place in this new world that feels both familiar and alien. I worry about how it might affect us in the long run, you and me, our life together." She paused as if choosing her words carefully. "I want to be the person you deserve, but what if I can't be that person?" The question lingered, hanging in the air, an unspoken plea for reassurance and understanding.

“You’ve always been that person,” You sighed. “Every version of you I’ve gotten. Even after Ultron with all of the fighting we did. You’ve always been the one for me.” 

A soft smile played on Natasha's lips as your words reached her. It was as if the weight of uncertainty lifted, if only for a moment. "You really mean that?" she asked, her eyes searching yours for affirmation.

"Absolutely," you replied, your gaze unwavering. "Through every battle, every hardship, you've been my constant. The essence of who you are, it's always been there, and that's what matters to me the most.” 

You share a sweet kiss. Something within her has settled.“You think we have time to sleep before the girls wake up?” 

The kiss lingered for a moment, a tender connection that spoke volumes. A playful glint danced in Natasha's eyes as she pulled away, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

"Maybe," she whispered, the warmth of her breath brushing against your cheek. "But we might need to be on our guard. Olivia has a knack for perfect timing, and Lily... well, she's unpredictable. Are we willing to take the risk?" 

“Definitely,” You pulled her closer. “Let’s sleep. An hour won’t hurt.” 

**************

“Mama, no!” Lily demanded, her face screwed up in a pout as Natasha attempted to help put her shoes on. 

Natasha chuckled, her patience evident as she continued to coax Lily's tiny shoes onto her feet. The toddler kicked and wiggled every which way to avoid the feet prisons. "Come on, Lily, we need to put on your shoes so we can go outside," Natasha encouraged, her tone gentle. “Don’t you want to have fun today?”

“No, no fun!” 

Natasha exchanged a bemused glance with you, sharing a silent acknowledgment of Lily's adorable stubbornness. "No fun, huh?" Natasha feigned a serious expression, playing along with Lily's flighty protest. "Well, I guess we'll have to cancel all the fun plans then. No playing, no giggling, just a day of serious business,"

“She hates shoes these days,” You tsked from your spot helping Olivia with her pants. Olivia was much more appreciative of the effort you were putting in. The contrast in reactions between the two siblings added a touch of humor to the morning routine. Olivia, seemingly content with your help, wriggled into her pants with a smile. Meanwhile, Lily continued her shoe rebellion, casting off any attempts to contain her tiny feet.

"Well, we have a little rebel on our hands," you remarked, shooting a playful glance at Lily. “Lily, let Mama put your shoes on so we can go.”

“No,” Lily shook her head. She signed the word no with her hands to emphasize her point. Oh great your baby was being sassy in multiple languages. 

Natasha stifled a laugh, and you exchanged amused glances at Lily's newfound expression of defiance. "Well, we've got ourselves a little linguist with attitude. Lily, sweetheart, we need to put on shoes to go outside and play. How about we compromise and find the coolest, comfiest shoes you can wear?"

Natasha joined in, singing along with her words, "Fun shoes, Lily. We can find shoes that are as cool as you are!" The prospect of 'fun shoes' seemed to catch Lily's attention, and with a thoughtful look, she seemed to consider the idea.

Olivia, always being the adorable big sister, grabbed Lily’s white printed sneakers with Minnie Mouse on the sides. They weren’t the best shoes for the inches of snow but you could work with those. 

Olivia's thoughtful choice of Lily's favorite Minnie Mouse sneakers added an extra layer of sweetness to the moment. "Look, Lily, your big sister picked out the perfect shoes for you!" you exclaimed, holding up the beloved white sneakers with a grin.

Natasha joined in, her tone playful, "Minnie Mouse shoes! Those are so cool, Lily. You'll be the most stylish little adventurer in the snow." 

As Natasha held out the shoes for Lily to take, the toddler grabbed them to inspect them. She attempted to put them on her feet herself. She tried to wriggle her tiny feet into the Minnie Mouse sneakers with a whine. Natasha knelt beside her, offering gentle guidance and encouragement. "That's it, Lily! You're doing great," Natasha praised, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“Help,” Lily demanded from Natasha. “Mama, shoes on.” 

Natasha grinned at Lily's adorable plea for assistance. "Alright, sweetheart, Mama will help you with the shoes," Natasha said, her hands gently taking over the task.

With practiced ease, Natasha secured Lily's Minnie Mouse sneakers, making sure they were snug and comfortable. "There we go," Natasha announced with a triumphant smile, giving Lily's shoes a little wiggle for good measure. “Now can we go?”

“Outside?” Lily pointed towards the door. 

“Yes, outside,” Natasha repeated. 

Lily had a new determination in her eyes as she stood from the steps to walk towards the door. 

"Look at you, little explorer," Natasha praised, her voice filled with affection.”Just a few minutes ago you didn’t want to leave the house.”

“They switch so quickly,” You mused. 

***********

Spending a day at the park wasn’t ideal in this weather. It’s cold, and freezing, and everything wrong with living in New York during winter. The biting cold of the New York air greeted you as you stepped outside, challenging your initial enthusiasm for a day at the park. The brisk air stung exposed skin, and the layers of clothing seemed like a feeble defense against the frigid temperatures. 

Natasha's brows furrowed slightly, a shared acknowledgment that the park might not be the best destination in these conditions, especially with the little ones. "Maybe we can find a cozy indoor spot instead?" she suggested, her breath visible in the chilly air. 

“The cafe is open?” You suggested. You’d missed Theresa and Rae having not visited them as much in the past few weeks.

Natasha nodded in agreement, her breath forming a mist in the cold air. "The cafe sounds perfect," she replied. 

With Lily's hand securely in Natasha's, and Olivia trailing close behind, the family you set off towards the nearby cafe. 

**********

The familiar feelings of home washed over you the moment you stepped into the cafe. Theresa was bickering with her daughter, Rae, over some menu changes when you stepped in. It’s one of those times during the day when guests are minimal. Perfect timing for you. 

The jingling bell above the door announced your arrival, and the familiar ambiance of the cafe wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. 

Theresa looked up from her playful squabble with Rae, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she spotted you. "Well, if it isn't our favorite customers," she teased, setting aside the menu changes for the moment. Rae, catching sight of Lily and Olivia, grinned and waved in greeting.

“Hi, Reesa, Hi Rae!” Olivia bounced over to the duo with Lily hot on her tail. 

Theresa's eyes twinkled with delight as Olivia and Lily bounded over to her. "Hey there, troublemakers! Long time no see," Theresa greeted with a playful wink. Rae joined in the welcoming committee, offering high-fives to both girls. Lily clung to Rae’s pants leg, pointing her index finger in the air as the sign for up. Rae happily obliged. 

“Oh, you’re getting heavy.” She said as she hoisted Lily onto her hip. 

“I see we have the whole family today,” Theresa raised her brow suggestively. “So good to see the beautiful couple again.” She called to you as you and Natasha sat down at your favorite table. Theresa noticed the tension between the two of you the last time Natasha had come into the cafe alone. 

Her perceptive gaze didn't go unnoticed as she warmly welcomed you and Natasha. 

"Thank you, Theresa. It's great to be back, and with the whole crew this time," you replied with a grateful smile, appreciating the subtle understanding conveyed in Theresa's words.

“What are you eating today?” Theresa offered the menus to you even though you knew them like the back of your hand. From your peripheral, you could see Rae offering up a piece of cake to the girls. You didn’t have it in you to tell her that would ruin their appetites for lunch. 

Theresa nodded. She figured you would stick with the usual. "The usual it is, then. I'll whip up something special for you two," she promised with a wink before turning to prepare the order.

Rae, still balancing Lily on her hip, joined the interaction with a smile. "I've got some yummy treats for the little ones too," she added, gesturing towards the tempting display of desserts.

“I can eat a piece of cake all by myself, Mommy. I don’t have to share,” Olivia informed you. She was more so trying to convince you that she should be allowed to have an entire slice. 

Your eyebrows lifted in mock surprise at Olivia's declaration. "Oh, really? A whole slice, all to yourself?" you responded, playing along with her persuasive efforts. "That's a big responsibility, Olivia. Are you sure you can handle it? Cake is a serious business, you know."

Natasha, with a hint of amusement, chimed in, "I think we might need a cake-eating expert's opinion on this matter. What do you think, Rae?" The playful banter added a touch of lightheartedness to the decision-making process, transforming the choice of dessert into a delightful family affair.

“I think she could do it,” Rae nodded. “She’s tough. Right, Liv?”

“Right,” Olivia agreed as she allowed herself to be hoisted onto her booster chair. Next, Rae put Lily into her seat so she could grab the slices of cake. 

Beside you, Natasha watched you interact with the girls. The routine was like second nature to you. You fixed napkins to tuck into both girls’ shirts after helping them out of their coats and hats. You provided them with small coloring menus from your purse that she didn’t even know were in there. You even offered a bottle of pumped milk to Lily to keep her occupied. 

You glanced over to see her watching and did a double-take. “What’s that look for?”

Natasha's eyes softened as she observed your effortless handling of the routine, your attention to detail, and your preparedness evident in every action. 

Caught off guard by your question, she blinked and then smiled. "Just admiring the way you handle everything so seamlessly. It's like you have a superpower when it comes to parenting," she remarked, her tone filled with affection and appreciation. 

“It does seem so doesn’t it?” You grinned cheekily. 

“So humble,” Natasha jested. 

“I assumed you would want the usual but I can tell Theresa to cook up something different for you,” You gestured. “Have you checked the menu?”

Natasha glanced over the menu, a thoughtful expression on her face. "The usual sounds perfect, actually," she replied with a warm smile. "I'm in the mood for something comforting today."

You nodded, taking note of her preference. "Alright, the usual it is. Theresa's surprises never disappoint, but sometimes, sticking to what we know and love is just what we need," you remarked, sharing a knowing look with Natasha.

Natasha stirs on her pillow. Out the window are dark clouds in the sky making 9am feel more like 5am. She shivers down deeper into the bed sheets and watches a soft patter of rain fall against the window. 

She’s still for a moment and then she remembers last night. Her heart beat lifts with a roar and she's suddenly wide away. Emerald eyes peak over the bed sheet and catch sight of your gentle figure asleep on your pillow next to her. 

The sight makes her stomach flutter with happy butterflies. She takes in your appearance, tousled hair surrounds your face that's puffy and swollen from your deep slumber. She thinks you're beautiful. Her eyes trail downwards and she accidentally catches sight of hard nipples that protest the cold air in the room.

Your thin camisole is practically see through. She can’t look away. She remembers touching them, kissing all around them, she remembers their taste against her tongue. Maybe more vivid is her memory of your wanton moans she pulled from your mouth at her touch. 

She’d never made love before. 

Sex? Yeah, she’d done that. 

But not like this.

Her craving for you didn’t go away. Again and again she wanted you until she was too exhausted to move. That feeling is back and she feels restless with it.

She slowly starts to inch closer to you, careful not to wake you before you’re ready. She grabs the hand closest to her and shimmies herself into you until her front presses into your side. The warmth of your body seeps into her and she sighs a breath of relief.

She pulls the cover up higher over you and presses her lips softly to the bare skin of your shoulder. She twists slightly onto her back, dragging your hand with her and onto her stomach. One hand wraps around your forearm close to your elbow and the other intertwines her fingers with yours, playing with them absentmindedly.

She lies there blissfully for a while, patiently waiting for you to wake. But your eyes stay closed. 

Her mind starts to wander. Images of last night prick at the insecure part of her heart. It was perfect, magical, everything she’d dreamed of. 

The things she’d said, what she’d done with you, to you, takes her breath away.

But she hadn’t anticipated the terrifying vulnerability that would come with it. Intimacy was something she’d always judged from the outside, so sure that it was something wretched. That uneasy feeling in her chest sharpens, she wishes you would wake up and make it go away. 

The clock keep ticking and her stomach rumbles. Breakfast would be a good distraction. She resolves to make you breakfast in bed and stealthily crawls out of bed, untangling herself from the web of limbs and sheets you'd wrapped yourselves in during the next.

Down the hallway, she fusses around your kitchen, careful not to disturb you by banging any of the pots or plates. She steals some ingredients from your fridge and leaves some eggs and tomato on the stove to go brush her teeth. 

When she comes out of the bathroom, she sees you on the bed through the opening in the door. You look so peaceful lying there asleep. She doesn’t want to ruin it.

Just a quick kiss. 

She tiptoes over to you and bends to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your skin is warm and you still smell of sex, she breathes it in deeply, her nose pressed into the crease of your neck.

She can’t resist brushing another kiss to your cheek. Your eyes flutter and she presses another kiss closer to your mouth. 

She sees your mouth twitch and a smile gets hidden under your guise of sleep. 

The next kiss is firmer, more flagrant. She keeps going along the edge of your chin until she’s shameless kissing your mouth. Eventually your facade is broken and you giggle into her lips.

You return the kiss and she holds you against her lips until you need to breathe. 

“Tasha.” You whine at her playfully. She kisses your check before pulling away.

“Hmmm, that was a nice way to wake up.” You tell her and grip around her wrist to stop her moving further away. From the place on your pillow, you take a look at her properly for the first time since you’d watched her fall asleep last night.

She smiles at you, suddenly shy. She drops to perch herself on the edge of the bed and you pull her down onto you in one smooth motion. With her arm across your waist, she drops her chin onto your stomach. You admire her natural beauty and a fresh cheerful look in her eyes that you haven’t seen before.

You brush a couple of stray hairs from around her eyes and smooth them back over her head.

You want to tell her how beautiful she is, but a burning smell wafts into the room and assaults your nose before you can. 

“Ugh! What is that smell?”

Natasha’s eyes widen and she shoots up off of you. 

“Oh no!” she exclaims, running out of the room and into the kitchen.

You follow her out of the room and down the hallway in your underwear. In the kitchen she flails over the stove top. Something black on the pan smells terrible and it looks like she’s trying to blow smoke off it.

You rush over to help her before she burns herself. It’s an easy fix, the charred bits of food go straight in the bin and you leave the pan to soak. You chuckle at the panicked look on her flushed face.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Fine, I’m fine.” 

“What happened?”

She gestures to the bin, “That was your breakfast in bed.” She says with a miserable frown on her face and mortified by the mess she'd made.

She shows you a recipe open in google on her phone. One that assures her it is the easiest breakfast, only 20 minutes to cook. 

It’s for a full English breakfast, except you know you don't have sausage or beans. Just the eggs, toast and tomato. You would have been happy with it. 

“Tash, my love, this is for a family of 6.” You tell her. The 10 eggs she tried to cook is an absurd amount of food for two people. 

“You told me you have a big appetite!” She says.

That’s not quite what you said.

“I meant for you silly. I’m insatiable for you.” You feel embarrassed saying it again, it’s harder to get the words out in the light of day. 

Her arms drop to her sides. “Oh.”

Oh. 

She’s got a cute crimson look that glows on her face as she takes in the meaning of your words. You jaunt over to her, and wrap your arms around her waist. 

“You’re so cute!” You whisper to her. 

She groans painfully, and drops her head onto your shoulder. 

“Come on, I’ll make us some pancakes.” You start to move away, ready to get the ingredients for a simple pancake batter but Natasha doesn’t let you go. Your step back is followed by a step forward from her and she presses back into the hug. 

Her arms wrap you tightly, strangling you like python so you can’t move away again.

“Maybe we could just have toast? It’s quicker.” She offers, her voice muffled by the skin of your chest that she’s pressing her face into.

“Quicker? You have something on this morning?”

“I might have something in mind…”

The volume on your laptop was low, but Natasha could hear the sounds of a calm British narrator. She peeked over the back of the couch, confirming it was another documentary on your newest fixation.

“Have you ever heard of a basking shark?” the question broke a lull in conversation the night prior.

“Aren't they really big?” Natasha asked. Wanda furrowed her brows.

“There are different kinds?” the witch asked. Your eyes lit up and a smile overtook your features. Your words poured out faster and faster as you described something akin to a mythical beast. A mighty gentle giant that only feeds on plankton, but due to one reason or another their numbers were dwindling.

Today, it appears to be thresher sharks that have caught your attention.

“The cartilage in the Thresher Sharks long tail works as an effective hunting device. They are the only type of shark known to use its tail, swinging it in front of itself at a speed that stuns several fish at a time. Like the rest of the shark family, these creatures are covered in small dermal denticles. They are placoid scales that cut through the water surrounding the shark, propelling it faster and more quietly while it swims,” the voice filled the lounge and Natasha smiled as you stretched your arms over your head, letting out a small yawn.

“Maybe it's time to go to bed, love,” Natasha rested her form against the back of the couch, leaning forward to peck your cheek from behind. You let out a small grunt to disagree.

“It's just getting good,” Your voice was heavy with the prospect of sleep and the spy smiled to herself. Rounding the couch, Natasha was wordless as she moved just enough of the scattered pages to sit next to you. Both pairs of eyes focused on the screen in front of them, letting the next hour pass with ease.

A little past 2 am was when Wanda woke up. It had been hours since Natasha promised to drag you up to bed, but now the witch found herself alone. She tugged the blanket over her shoulders, but the warmth there could never compare to being held by on of her partners. With a small huff, Wanda slowly gathered herself to find where the two of you disappeared to. The amount of effort it took to stand felt as if Wanda was raising herself from the dead.

Every light was off expect for the light in the living room. No longer tired, you were back to your adorable self, talking Natasha’s ear off with more facts and things that you felt the narrator oversimplified in his explanations of bamboo sharks. Natasha was also awake, working with a dull pencil to shade in the shark she was drawing. Hers looked more like a random blob on the page while yours was littered with detail and was more anatomically correct. Even the way you shaded it had logic behind it.

“Their colors have purpose. It's like a full body illusion they've adapted to help them survive,” you argued.

“Pretty much all fish have adapted like that,” She pointed out.

“Yeah, but sharks!” you argued right back and Natasha gave a hearty laugh.

Wanda stood in the threshold of the room, watching her two partners argue while they sprawled out on the floor. Natasha was sitting criss-crossed, her torso bent forward and her tongue sticking out slightly as she focused harder on the shading. You, however, were laid out on your stomach, your feet kicked up in the air, swaying back and forth as you uncapped a light blue marker.

Childish. Cute.

Wanda wrapped her arms around herself to retain heat while she made her way to sit with the two of you. There was no way she could convince both of you to get to bed while you were this awake. Not that she’d want to anyway... It wasn't often that your hyperfixations took over you so completely for so long, but she liked when you found anything that compelling.