"I know how to cook."

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Oriana PoV:
"You are not getting a pencil case with my face on it." I told Yuliya as she picked up a 'Red Widow' pencil case.

"Why not? Your face is distorted. You look funny." Yuliya giggled and I glared at her. "Fine. I will get a boring clear pencil case."

"What else do you need for school?" I asked and she shrugged. "That's not helpful."

"Ok, things that go inside a pencil case." She suggested and I nodded.

We got Yuliya pens, pencils, a ruler, a rubber and all that weird math stuff. "Can I get a new book?"

"No you cannot. You got three yesterday." I reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

"You're such a mom." She groaned as we went to look at backpacks.

"On the topic...how would you feel if Natasha and I had a kid?" I asked and she grinned.

"I would love it. A little Romanoff running around? That's the cutest thing ever." She chuckled and I nodded feeling happy with her answer.

We finished Yuliya's shopping and I drove us home. "Wait, before we go in can we talk?" Yuliya asked just before I opened the car door.

"Yeah, of course." I replied, turning to face her.

"Do you ever get jealous of Natasha and Yelena because they have Melina and Alexei?" Yuliya shamefully questioned and I nodded.

"Yeah, all the time. Sometimes I even wish they didn't forgive them. But then I remember that Melina and Alexei love their kids, sure that hurts a little, but when you think about it we're better off without Nadya. She thinks giving us up was for best when that couldn't be further from the truth." I explained and Yuliya nodded. "I have a dad. His name is Philip J Coulson."

"Isn't he the S.H.E.I.L.D agent that Thor's brother killed?" She asked and I nodded.

"He's not actually dead though. Nick, my uncle, brought him back to life and didn't tell me. It's a long story but I don't know where my dad is at the moment. I still love him though and would do anything for him to come back." I sighed and Yuliya gave me a hug.

"I'm dropping you at school tomorrow and then I will also be picking you up." I stated lightening the mood.

"Thank you." She chuckled. "I'm scared, what if I don't understand anything in the lessons."

"Copy someone else's work until you understand." I shrugged making her laugh.

"Great advice, thank you." She sarcastically replied as we both got out the car.

For the rest of the day Yuliya and I spoke about what her first day would be like and then for dinner Natasha made spaghetti bolognese.

"Thank you." Yuliya said to Natasha.

"Yeah, thank you babe." I grinned at the redhead who chuckled.

"If I didn't cook you two would starve to death. I have no choice but to make dinner." She informed us and I furrowed my brows.

"I know how to cook." I defended.

"No you don't." Natasha chuckled.

"I know how to cook toast." I told her and both of them burst out laughing.

"No, the toaster knows how to cook bread. You know how to use the toaster." Yuliya said and I rolled my eyes.

"Same thing." I scoffed before continuing to eat my spaghetti.

"I can make a salad." I suggested after five minutes of eating in silence.

"That doesn't involve cooking." Natasha told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I scoffed before eating the rest of my food.

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After dinner we all watched a movie, but halfway through Yuliya decided she needed to get ready for bed, so she wasn't tired for school tomorrow. Once the movie was finished Natasha and I both went upstairs and got ready for bed our selves.

"I can't wait until tomorrow " Natasha stated and I nodded.

"Me too. Do you want me to wake you up before I take her to school?" I asked as I took my hair out it's ponytail.

"Sure. Would you mind coming back to pick me up after you drop Yuliya off?" Natasha questioned while taking her makeup off.

"Sounds like a plan." I replied before giving her a kiss on the cheek and getting in bed.

A/n i know this is short and I'm sorry. Also 'red widow' is Oriana's avenger name and 'phantom widow' is what she was when she was in the red room and hydra.

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