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Natasha: My head hurts
Yelena: That's your brain trying to comprehend it's own stupidity
(Natasha Romanoff X daughter!Reader, Yelena Belova X niece!Reader)
THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE BLACK WIDOW MOVIE BUT THERE ARE NO SPOILERS! This is also my first post and fanfic.
WARNINGS: fluff
Summary: Yelena meets Natasha's daughter for the first time.
NOTE: In this fanfic Natasha is about 33 and reader is about 14-15. She/her pronouns are used for reader. I don’t know any Russian so if I get anything wrong thing wrong then I'm sorry.
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You’d been by yourself for about 5 weeks now, with trusted agents checking in on you regularly. Your mom was no longer on the run after the events of civil war but it didn’t mean that she could stay with you. She still had missions and other things to take care of.
“(Y/N), I'm back” Natasha called out, turning the light on and locking the door. “Мама(mom)?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, still half asleep.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- did she just call you Мама?” Yelena asked in her thick Russian accent. The confusion practically radiating off her.
“Мама what's going on? I thought you wasn’t going to be back for a few more weeks?” You asked.
“детка(baby), there was a change of plans. Yelena this is my daughter (Y/N), (Y/N) this is my sister Yelena” Natasha responded, looking at their confused faces. “How about we continue this conversation in the morning? It’s 3am and I think we could all do with some sleep.”
You mumbled something under your breath which was too quiet for both Yelena and your mom before getting back to bed.
“Yelena you can take sleep on the couch, I'll go find you some blankets”
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The following morning at breakfast was awkward to say the least. Yelena, Natasha and (Y/N) all sat silently around the small round table in the centre of the room. “ptst.. Natasha, why is she looking at me like that”
Your mom shrugged raising an eyebrow at you. “I, uh, Umm I really like you vest” you said nervously. This made Yelena's face light up.
“Really? This is what I was saying to Natasha! And the pockets, there are so, so many pockets” Yelena said with a large smile.
Natasha smiled at the interaction, “(Y/N) have you done your chores?” she questioned, collecting the used dishes.
“Umm about that, I kind of broke the dishwasher, I guess you'll have to use the sink?” you said nervously getting up to leave.
“Wait you did what?!” watching you leave “get back here (Y/N)!”
“I'm gonna go do my homework, bye Yelena”