The Spark That Never Dies Part: Three

Chapter One

Three years.

Three years and Yelena's powers weren't spoken of except in the hours after she went to sleep and it's how you both agreed to deal with it. Not that there weren't some arguments the first few months over how to handle it since that afternoon with Sherlock where you almost projectile vomited all over the yard you were so thrown. But, ultimately, you and your wife, wow, still so cool to call Natasha freaking Romanoff your wife, decided that it would be best to give her the most normal childhood you could. Even if that childhood included being raised by a couple of avengers and all her extended family being the same or close enough.

But now she was eight, going into the fourth grade, a little young for her year, but just as smart as the other kids with both her Russian and English fluent. It was important to both you and Nat that she keep her language, especially since both of you are fluent as well, and you were never going to erase where she came from. She was bullheaded and hilarious, the perfect combo in your eyes, but also wicked smart like Natasha with common sense at the ready, if she ever chose to use it.

"Ice skates?" You asked from the doorway as your little girl admired her attire choices for the first day of school, "Bold, Yelena, very bold."

"Matched with your Halloween costume from last year," Natasha added, coming up behind you to wrap her arms around your waist, and kiss the back of your shoulder, mumbling, "Thought we got rid of that thing."

Natasha smelled like strawberries and vanilla since she just came out of the shower, her post run ritual with Sherlock having been done almost an hour ago.

You didn't mind that she ran, even if it meant she rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn or before, leaving you to wake up in a cold bed, and the blow was cushioned when she stopped asking you to join her. She always made her way into town, stopping by Darryl's bakery where he baked both people and dog deliciousness. He'd always offer Sherlock a little something and Natasha too, if she'd wait around, but it was always his way of flirting and Natasha always politely declined, wishing him a good day.

Fuck you, Darryl.

See you at Christmas.

"It's a classic!" You and Yelena both objected at once, making Natasha laugh.

You did notice she had pretty much outgrown the sweater of her Freddy Krueger costume, but that wasn't the real issue here. The real issue, in Natasha's eyes, was that Yelena was narrowing her eyes, a death glare you've been teaching her, as she glided the plastic razors of the gloved hand down her cheek. It was a sinister look and when she paired it with a low, psycho laugh, well, Natasha had had enough.

"Okay, sweetie," She scolded lightly, coming into view of the mirror, and crouching down, "I think we should pick something else."

"But mommy said-"

"Oh, I can only imagine what mommy said." Nat groaned and you looked at her offended when the two of them glanced over their shoulders to eye you.

"Hey!" You whined, "I was being supportive."

"Fine." Yelena finally huffed in defeat, using her powers without even looking up to open her closet and throw some other articles of clothing on her bed to change into as she took her costume off.

"Uh," You cleared your throat, Natasha's eyes wide as she looked between you and her daughter, "Yelena, what're you doing?"

"Said I couldn't wear Freddy," She shrugged, not even glancing up as it stopped, and she put her stuff away, "I'll wear this instead then."

"Great, looks...great," You barely peered down at the choices she made before grabbing Nat's hand and dragging her out, calling back, "We'll start breakfast, be down in ten!"