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The first time Yelena sees Maria working diligently beside Melina as they cook supper Yelena laughs so hard she falls out of her chair. Natasha can’t keep from chuckling along with her little sisters frantic laughter. “What’s so funny?” She asks with a grin.
Yelena lays curled on the ground, grabbing her stomach, trying desperately to catch her breath. “You,” was all Yelena could get out before she gasps out another giggle. “You married mom!” She finally shrieks as she breaks into hysterical laughter, as though saying it out loud just made it funnier.
Natasha looks over her shoulder with an indignant frown. Maria looks nothing like Melina. Maria looks only superficially like Melina. They are both lean women with dark hair. She sees them standing beside each other, both frowning down at something unseen on the counter. Maria gestures at something and Melina nods briskly. An action Natasha has seen Maria make nearly daily at work. Maria brushes her bangs back impatiently, more focus on her work than her hair. Exactly like Melina would do when pouring over the reports Alexi brought back. As though cued both tilt their heads in synchronization just slightly to the right, seeking a better angle to consider the task ahead of them. Natasha’s green eyes widen. “I married mom,” she whispers horrified. Her words nearly drown out by Yelena’s ongoing laughter.
A warm hand knocks against Natasha’s shoulder so hard she she nearly falls out of her own chair. “Yes!” Alexi cheers happily. “You did not see this?” Natasha flushes at the question. Alexi noticing something before her is just embarrassing. Even if he was technically a spy. “I told you! You make good choice. Pick nice girl. Your mom is best girl, but your wife is close.”
Natasha does, in fact, vividly remember him saying exactly that when he first met Maria. This realization adds a layer of context that Natasha did not want. “Oh god, why did I marry mom?” Natasha’s still too horrified to think clearly. Alexi’s good natured laugh overwhelms Yelena’s high pitched giggling. “It is rule of life. You marry one parent. You become the other. My beautiful girl is just like me.” He pounds his chest with pride and Natasha uses the freedom to sink beneath the table in shame. Yelena’s also laying on the floor, relearning how to breath. Natasha pokes her, smile licking around her lips. “Careful,” Natasha threatens, “you might end up marrying mom too.”
Yelena’s own eyes widen in horror. “I will never!” She vows.
Natasha grins teasingly and arches an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”
***
One year later when Yelena shyly introduces her sister to her beloved Natasha mouth drops open in shock. “What? What is wrong?” Yelena asks defensively. “Kate Bishop is pretty cool. Don’t try to play me.”
Natasha shakes her head. “No, she is. She’s pretty much an awkward puppy in people form. I just didn’t realize you were so against marry mom that you’re trying to marry dad.”
Yelena’s look of slow dawning horror is worth every second of teasing Natasha survived for the past year.
So Maria and Melina similar-- similar enough for Yelena to make a joke about Natasha dating her mother.