Natalia Romanova. Natasha Romanoff. Natalie Rushman. An avenger. A hero. A daughter. A sister. A dead body.
She died because Clint Barton had a family. A wife. Three kids.
But Natasha had a family too.
Two families.
The Avengers and The Widows.
So...
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| Osleya's Point of View |
The door opens, Kate Bishop walking in as I continue to stir the mac and cheese. She turns on the lights, Yelena going out to greet her.
"Kate Bishop." As soon as Yelena speaks up, Kate Bishop throws a bottle of hot sauce at her. Yelena easily catches it as I walk out, holding the pan by the handle. "Hi."
"I made macaroni if you want some." I say, taking the hot sauce from Lena and putting the pan and the hot sauce down on the table.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Well, we were starving! You took forever! So I made food." I explain, smiling at Kate Bishop.
"What do you want?" Kate Bishop asks us.
"Relax, Kate Bishop. I just want to talk, okay?" Yelena says, walking over to get us all forks. "Are you really not hungry? That fight was so long- O makes the best macaroni, it's really tasty."
"Yeah, I know what boxed mac and cheese tastes like." Kate Bishop says, looking down into the pot. "I know it's... it's delicious."
"Forks. Forks." I hear Yelena says from behind me and Kate Bishop as she digs through Kate Bishop's kitchen. "No... You have one fork?"
"I'm one person." Kate Bishop tells Yelena.
"That's so weird. Kate, this is not cutlery. This is not cutlery." Yelena assures her as I finally sit down with my macaroni.
"I am not going to just sit and have dinner with you after you tried to kill me and broke into my house."
"We did not try to kill you!" Me and Yelena say at the same time, wearing the same shocked face.
"A, I put you on a wire to remove an obstacle."
"And B, neither of us broke anything!"
"We are way too talented than that." We add on at the same time.
"And C, stop being so defensive. Okay?" Yelena finishes off for the both of us, handing me my plastic fork. Yelena was right, this is not cutlery.
"You're so hostile. We're not going to harm a hair on your head, pinky promise." I say, finally taking a bite of my delicious macaroni.
"Neither of us have any weapons on us." Yelena says, before we both look at each other.
"We take that back, we don't have any weapons in our hands currently." We look at our forks and rings and such, and then at each other again.
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