You were going to kill Natasha Romanoff.
You were physically sweating at this point with nerves and the rage.
Yelena's apartment isn't the biggest, so when the blonde brought in bagels and suggested you all have breakfast together to catch up and shit, you didn't sit at the table because there were only four chairs to the small round table that usually got pushed against the wall. Because, whenever you were over here, everyone seemed to gravitate and eat in the living room which was much bigger. True dining rooms in Manhattan only exist if you wealthy, mmk?
But right off the bat, and you had a sinking feeling it was because your redhead introduced you to them as her girlfriend, Melina glared at you, judging harder than your hard on for her, when you offered to just stand. Like you insulted the MILF or something.
But then, oh, it got so much worse.
Everyone had sat down, Alexei immediately digging in with Yelena on his tail, and you lingered with your hand on the back of Natasha's chair, leaning into her a bit for support in more ways than one. She had offered her chair to you, but you insisted she take it, missing the little mischievous look in her eyes that would usually intrigue you, and right now, if you could go back in time, it definitely would've pissed you off. Because not two minutes into the meal, she had grabbed your hips and pulled you down into her lap.
You were going to kill Natasha Romanoff.
Your face was beat red, you couldn't even look in hot and scary Melina's direction, and the other two hardly seemed to notice as Alexei boomed a laugh at his daughter's aggression that sparked ideas of a breakup in your mind, Yelena simply shaking her head before tearing into another everything bagel.
But you could feel Melina's dark, sexy eyes on you, pinning you in place as you slapped Natasha's hand away when she tried to feed you a piece of her bagel and the conversation happening was muffled.
"Princess," She murmured into your ear, but you hardly noticed, accidentally making the bold move to glance in melt-me-like-butter Melina's direction, locked in a stared down with the Russian, "What's the matter?"
"I hate you." You muttered back and there was a ghost of a smirk that graced your no-longer-possible future mother-in-law's lips.
"You look great, and they love you, why do you hate me?"
You could hear the amusement in her voice, knew she was toying with you as she slid her hand to rest oh so nicely on your inner thigh, and fine ass Melina quirked her eyebrow almost challengingly like she knew everything that was happening and dared you to do something that would piss her off. God, you hoped she brought knives. Make it slow, you wanna enjoy this.
You reeked of sex and probably didn't look much better because while you had ten minutes in the bathroom, half of it was spent trying to get your wild animal of a girlfriend to stop pawing at you. And you're a weak woman. It's Natasha Romanoff. You got handsy as well. It was cut down to about two minutes at best to make yourself decent. And now you wanted to kill your girlfriend.
"Can't believe our Natasha is dating popstar!" Alexei suddenly called out loudly, snapping your attentions to him, and you realized you had missed a big part of his and Yelena's conversation, "Did you know about this Melina? You always seem to know things before me!"
"Of course, I did." She told him calmly, side glancing the man, and how she said it with so much mirth that went without notice by him, you had a feeling she knew about the breakup too.
"Nat told you?" You blurted and her eyes snapped to yours, making you nearly flinch with how quickly she could have you marked down as scared and horny with just a look.
"She didn't have to," She narrowed her eyes and you had to remember how to breathe, "I keep tabs on my girls. And who they choose to lower themselves with."
"Melina-" Natasha sounded angry, but then was getting cut off by someone who didn't pick up on the tension.
"I try to keep up!" Alexei chimed in and Yelena snorted, "What? I do! Just because popstar delete post, doesn't mean it's gone – it's still all over the place! I follow you both on Instagram."
He seemed proud until Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't even have social media."
"Oh," He frown, mumbling, "Maybe just fan page then."
"That's pathetic." Yelena smirked around the rim of her cup.
"How am I pathetic??" He nearly yelled and you raised your eyebrows, "Because I love my girls and want to know what they do?"
"Yes." Yelena said plainly the same time Melina told her, "Don't call him pathetic. He's sensitive."
"Some host you are!" He shouted, slamming his fist down on the table, and Natasha held you tighter with an arm around your waist when you went to get up to diffuse the situation.
"Don't," She whispered, "It's not serious."
"I should've left you in Ohio, you ungrateful asshole!" Yelena shouted back and you pressed your lips together in a flat line, torn between breaking it up and laughing.
"You miss me too much – why lie to yourself?"
Melina hadn't touched her bagel, the entire thing on her plate in front of her, and while they fought – some of it getting a bit personal, but it didn't seem to stop anyone – she just stared at you, ripping off a piece of it to chew judgmentally as she watched you.
Your phone went off in your pocket and as you fished it out, you mumbled to yourself, "Why does this turn me on? I need therapy. Or jesus – speaking of," You pressed answer call, "Hey, Bucky, what's up?"
"Hey, boss, sorry to bother you," Even after he stopped working for you, he still calls you that, "Is Nat with you? I've been trying to reach her."
You frowned, wondering why she wasn't picking up for him when she's had her phone with her all day, "Yeah, she's here."
"Can you put her on? It's about a job."
"Sure, one sec."
"Thanks, doll."
Oh. Alright.
You offered the phone to your redhead, "It's Bucky, he's been trying to talk to you."
She waved it away, "Tell him I'm busy."
You did a quick glance around – Yelena and Alexei were now laughing; Melina was even smiling a bit as she chimed in with some fond memories of when they were all living together. Then you looked back at your redhead who was trying to pull you back into her chest, so you went pliantly.
"He said it's about a job, he seemed determined."
She rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed now, "Tell him I'm good, I'll get the next one."
"But-"
"Drop it." She snapped, taking the phone and pressing end call before placing it face down on the table.
"Don't get mad at me – I'm mad at you, wait your turn." You huffed halfheartedly, relaxing into her hold when she chuckled.
"Yeah?" She mused, kissing your shoulder, "Why're you mad at me?"
You scoffed and she rubbed your leg, "Where do I start."
"Well, maybe we don't stay here tonight, and I can start making it up to you at your place."
She said that too loud. Melina was glaring at you both now with daggers that made you nearly moan right there.
You were going to kill Natasha Romanoff.
