Seven Wishes

Avacado Toast

Natasha plops into the chair at the kitchen table with the heaviest of sighs. Her view is something she's seen before and yet begs the question;

"What's wrong?"

A little girl with bright red, wavy hair puckers her lips as if the item in her mouth were something sour. Her small nose is wrinkled, eyes practically watering.

She keeps both hands and all ten fingers on her toast, ready to spit her bite out.

Natasha holds her head and waits, crosses a knee and taps the table, "You asked for Avocado Toast, Becks."

The little girl's bright cocoa eyes are looking up at her mother.

"You eat it when daddy makes it. Ugh,' Natasha cups a paper towel under her tiny chin, 'Alright. Go ahead, spit it out."

The girl wipes her mouth with her tiny hand, "Where is daddy?"

"He'll be home soon. Did I put too much lime? Is that it?"

"It gross."

"It's gross?! Excuse you! Keep your tongue in your mouth. Drink your juice."

The girl reaches for her sippy cup in a mad rush and gulps to wash out the flavor.

After tossing the paper towel, Natasha reaches to take a bit from the opposite end of the toast.

The elder redhead proceeds to wrinkle her own nose;

"Yeah okay..that's a lot of lime. And it's burnt at the bottom."

The child widens her eyes and nods with sass only a 4 year old child of the Black Widow would have;

"Yeah! It burnt."

"Alright sassafras. I'll make you peanut butter and jelly instead- Rebecca Yelena Banner, where are you going?"

Natasha watches as she decides to crawl down from her chair.

"To science."

"To science? You didn't have obed ."

"No obed . Science."

"You sound like your father."

Natasha holds her head, a small smirk over her face while Rebecca runs to her child size chemistry set.

She plops on the ground, snatching up the back of the box to check the pictures. Messing with goop must be more interesting than a meal.

Natasha gives up and addresses the dog who is whacking at his dish;

"At least someone is hungry."

The Anatolian shepherd mutt whines, smacking his dish one more time.

"What has gotten into you?! The sass level around here..."

"Tasha? I'm home."

Natasha leans around the corner to watch Bruce enter, dropping his satchel to the ground.

She crosses her arms over her husband's arrival, ready to make some remark about his disbelief curls she loves so much.

Banner's embrace intended for Natasha is interrupted by a peanut calling for his attention;

"Daddy!"

Rebecca wiggles her way into the middle, scooped up by Bruce;

"Oh you little rascal. I have to kiss mommy first,' he reaches to hold Natasha's cheek and kiss her passionately, then moves for Rebecca's cheek, 'And you're next!"

"Ahh!' She squeals, 'You prick me."

"I pricked you? What do you mean,' he puts her down and rubs his cheek, '...I just shaved last night. Picky thing."