"Hey neighbor…" Natasha smiled at her daughter.
Ana frowns, "You really have to stop, I gave you a key."
"I know." Natasha grins. "But knocking seems to be more neighborly."
Ana walks in, "What do you need?"
"I just wanted to tell you that we are having a party and you and Morgan are invited." Natasha smiles, she knew she was getting into her daughter's nerves.
"Okay, we'll be there." Ana smirks, "Make sure there's booze…" Ana enjoyed the look of shock in her mother's fave. Did she really think she'll win against me? Ana continues to smile.
"Anymore request?" Natasha asked.
Ana's face fell; she clearly wasn't expecting that response, but no matter, "Just a lot of alcohol… vodka, tequila, the strong kinds, you know?"
"Oh yes, I do know." Natasha looked down. "Okay, I can't take it anymore… you win. Happy?"
"Oh, mother." Ana sighed, "This is but a mundane Monday, I always win. For once, please, beat me!"
Natasha was on her way out, "Just attend."
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.
