#Yelena is being a turd

[the-widow-sisters]

Can you do “Why are you so cold? You’re like an icicle!” with either Carol and Kate or Carol and Yelena?

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! 🥰

This one was kind of a wild plot, but I had to think of something to go with the prompt 😂💗 Idk, for some reason, the angst has been coming in lately, so I'm sorry for the lack of fluff in this one, y'all 😅💞 I've just kind of been pretty tired and not in the most energetic of spirits lately (mostly just because I'm too exhausted to be anything but a lump on a log 🤣), so it's just one of them there things I reckon 🤷‍♀️🤠

I hope you enjoy! Positive comments mean the world to me! 🥰💖💖💖

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   “Come on! It’s just a few boxes!” Yelena whined, and Carol shook her head.

   “Should’ve thought of that when you refused to reply to me when I was out on that delightful trip out to Ploitar,” Carol stated as she reached the couch in the common room. She wasted no time in flopping down on it, lounging as she stretched out luxuriously.

   “Come on… I just need a little help,” Yelena tried again, and Carol huffed softly.

   “I don’t help inconsiderate turd heads,” Carol informed her coolly, closing her eyes and folding her arms behind her head as her shirt rode up just a little on her torso.

   After a few beats of silence, Carol could feel Yelena sitting down on the couch next to her. Carol did not bother moving her legs as Yelena pushed her way up into Carol’s space. Carol simply ignored her, smiling calmly in satisfaction as she felt Yelena’s irritation rolling off of her.

   Seriously. Yelena should have at least answered her texts from the past few days. She knew signals were sketchy in space, but she also was aware of the fact that Yelena had gotten her texts because she had said as much when Carol had asked her earlier.

   But now Yelena was wanting her to help her with moving a few things to storage at the compound that Natasha had asked Yelena to do by herself?

   Yelena needed to learn that she could not just call upon Carol whenever she felt like it or whenever it was convenient for her, and Carol was not about to let up until the girl apologized or something.

   However, Carol instantly jumped as an unexpected sensation of complete and utter cold landed against her stomach. She let out a yelp before raising up as her eyes shot open to gape at the younger woman.

   Yelena was grinning wickedly, her hand under Carol’s shirt and resting on her abs as she did not bother concealing her cackle at Carol’s expense.

   “Why are you so cold?! You’re like an icicle!” Carol cried, and Yelena shrugged.

   “I am Russian,” she stated as if that were supposed to answer the question.

   Carol just scoffed as she closed her eyes, settling into the couch once more as she allowed her body to heat up significantly. A soft glow was emanating from her, and she noted the way Yelena’s face lit up with the change in lighting.

   Yelena pulled her hand off of Carol at first, surprise written on her face at the sudden heat. However, she then slowly resettled her hand against Carol’s stomach, letting herself warm up.

   Carol did not say anything or attempt to stop her, not really minding her being there despite the fact that she was waiting on an apology. Yelena moved her other hand on Carol’s stomach, the chill of her skin quickly starting to disappear with the heat that Carol was giving off.

   After a few moments of silence, Yelena cleared her throat.

   “So are you going to help me?” Yelena finally asked once more, and Carol just hummed as she shook her head, barely cracking open an eye as she looked at Yelena.

   “Not until I get an explanation or apology,” Carol stated, and Yelena groaned as she rolled her eyes and removed her hands from Carol’s stomach where she was so effectively warming them.

   “Ugh… The job would be so easy for you! Why are you being difficult?” Yelena demanded, and Carol felt the beginning prickles of irritation rising within her along with the hurt that she had tried so hard to suppress since Yelena’s neglect.

   “Because you don’t just ghost people that are supposed to be your best friends,” Carol informed her, her smug coolness dropping away to reveal the hurt hiding beneath. Yelena sobered, looking at her with a new respect in her eyes as she seemed to understand what was wrong.

  Carol settled back down on the couch, warming herself up again as she glowed softly. Space was never fun for her, and when she was flying between planets, she almost always kept her temperature running hot. The cold reminded her too much of hospitals and the emotional pain associated with it.

   And since she was coming back from a trip in space and there had been little to no contact with her and the people she cared about, it felt like there was a cold that she just could not shake. Factually, she knew that it was hot outside, and even with the air conditioning inside the compound, it was still too warm to be heating herself up.

   However, she just could not get past that cold sensation.

   “I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your messages.”

   Carol opened her eyes as she looked at Yelena once more.

   Yelena was sitting there, and her eyes were downcast as the regret clearly shined on her face in a manner that was so uncharacteristic to the typically more hardened Russian. Carol was honestly quite surprised at the emotion showing in her, and she quickly realized that Yelena must have really been sorry.

   Carol remained quiet, waiting on an explanation for why Yelena had not replied.

   “I have been so busy. Kate Bishop took me to the library to tell a story to kids one day and I have been actually trying to stay busy because I,” Yelena stopped, flashing a glance in Carol’s direction.

   Carol just watched her patiently as she rose to sit up straighter on the couch, awaiting the girl’s next words. Yelena seemed terribly hesitant to speak, and Carol remained quiet, not wanting to push her despite the fact that she needed to hear what Yelena had to say.

   “Well, I didn’t have my favorite Boomer to pick on in-person so I had to occupy my time somehow,” Yelena simply settled for saying, a gruffness in her tone, and Carol felt herself soften as she realized that Yelena had not meant to do it.

   Time had gotten away from her, and she had been trying to distract herself. Those were two things that Carol could relate to deeply.

   Carol let out a gentle breath, feeling something akin to relief and slight guilt coming to her as her own slight overreaction settled in upon her.

   She was not sure whether she should reveal why the entire thing had bothered her so much. Yelena did not know about Carol’s phobia of the ice cold and the effect that the natural chill of space had upon her. She did not know that she had such a history with the cold and the hospitals and the turmoil within her that was connected to it.

   However, on the other hand, she felt it was only right to reveal it at this point. Especially after Yelena had been so remarkably open about her feelings.

   “Look… It’s okay,” Carol expressed, her voice soft as she looked at the shorter blonde. Carol let out a soft breath, moving her head noncommittally as she continued.

   “I might’ve reacted badly because space,” Carol paused, trying to think of the best way to put it.

   Yelena was watching her intently, her honey greens focused on Carol’s every move. Carol swallowed back the nervousness at exposing the sensitive feelings.

   “Space makes me feel alone. It’s cold, and it brings back a lot of memories of cold times in my life,” Carol confessed hesitantly, and Yelena looked at her carefully. She amazingly did not seem to have a single bit of judgement in her expression as she regarded the taller blonde.

   “Maybe so. But, um,” Yelena looked down for a moment as she paused. She then looked back up at Carol.

   “You’re not alone anymore,” Yelena simply stated, and Carol instantly felt her heart squeeze painfully.

   She blinked quickly as she nodded in reply to her, forcing a grin and an admittedly less than entirely genuine laugh as she tried to shake off the emotions coming to the surface. Once she was sure that she had herself pulled together, she looked back at Yelena once more, trying to move them into more playful territory that was in the realm of what they were most used to with one another.

   “So… Are you still cold?” Carol asked, leaning back against the couch as she had been doing before.

   “No. I wasn’t cold in the first place,” Yelena tried to stubbornly insist.

   Carol raised an eyebrow, reaching out to her as she softly grasped Yelena’s arm with her fingers. Yelena remained still, not fighting Carol’s contact but seemingly completely at a loss as to how to respond to it.

   Carol hummed in dissatisfaction, grabbing Yelena’s arm firmly as she yanked her forward and into her very much heated body. Yelena instantly stiffened and started to protest, but Carol wrapped her arms around her, letting Yelena lay against her with her head pressed into Carol’s collarbone. Yelena halfheartedly fought her, pushing back against her as she refused to settle, and Carol just huffed a soft laugh.

   “Don’t fight it, short stack. You’re cold. Just embrace it,” Carol was quiet for a beat, realizing their situation and the irony of her word choice.

   “Literally,” Carol added on with a laugh.

   Yelena groaned, but the way that she stopped fighting indicated to Carol that she was not entirely against the idea of being held.

   “My hands were cold because I was eating ice cream earlier,” Yelena informed her, unimpressed as she remained held in Carol’s arms, and Carol just huffed.

   “I’m going to sweat all over you,” Yelena piped up once more, and Carol scoffed with a wide smile.

   “Nice try. Still not letting you go that easy.”

   “Hmph.”

   And as she squeezed Yelena in her arms, Carol finally started to feel warm again.

[bambinella]

Hi there! I absolutely love ur writing! It really puts a smile on my face 😁

I have a fluffy Kate Bishop/ Natasha request. So, one day Kate and Natasha are alone in the compound. They watch movies together, the movie quickly becomes forgotten as the two begin talking. Something about Kate makes Natasha open up. And something about Natasha makes Kate open up.

the two talk for hours, trading secrets, embarrassing stories, even admitting things neither of them would have thought they’d admit out loud.

Natasha spills an embarrassing secret to Puppy (Kate) and suddenly Yelena is at the threshold, making a sarcastic comment at the pair’s secret sharing. the pair then chase Yelena around the compound, and tickle her.

Hope u have a great day/night!🥰🥰 Byeeee

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! It’s the first time ever and it made me feel very special  🥰 I packed in as much fluff as I could, maybe some angst but definitely lots of fluff!

I hope you like it!  💖💖

Word count: 3429

“How considerate of you,” She said sarcastically, yet smiled. It was Yelena’s turn to make a big walk with Fanny and Lucky, and she had planned on going to the beach. Natasha had offered to come with her, both to accompany her and because she would always worry if Yelena was out for too long. She knew Yelena could handle herself, but she also knew she’d never truly stop worrying over her little sister.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Natasha questioned, leaning against the wall as she looked at her sister. Yelena, who was currently putting on her shoes, shook her head and looked up at her sister with a smile.

“I know you had to do paperwork this morning, and since you’re old that means you’re probably tired,” The blonde said with a wide grin, earning a heavy eye roll from Natasha.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go to the beach, let them play in the sea and sand, and then I’ll return home safe,” Yelena promised, showing the bracelet she had gotten when she went on her first mission without Natasha all those months ago. The redhead instantly felt more at ease, and nodded with a smile.

“Alright sweet girl, have fun,” She said, pressing a kiss onto Yelena’s forehead, who smiled widely at the affection. After waving her sister off, Natasha made her way back up to the living room, pondering what to do. When she saw the huge television, a smile appeared on her face as she beelined for Kate’s apartment. Knocking on the door, she waited impatiently for a response, hoping the brunette was in her room. Luckily, Natasha didn’t have to wait long as she heard the heavy footsteps approaching her, the door opening moments later.

“Natasha! Hi! What brings you here?” Kate asked excitedly, almost immediately bouncing on her feet. She truly was a puppy, Natasha thought with a smile.

“Hey sweetheart, Yelena is out for the afternoon and I was wondering if you-”

“Yes!” Kate immediately said, nodding eagerly. The redhead let out a laugh, fondly shaking her head at the young girl.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say, you silly puppy,”

The two of them settled on the huge couch, planning on cuddling up while watching a disney movie. Kate was in control of choosing the movie, her tongue sticking out as she tried to settle for one. Natasha decided she was simply too adorable. However, that adorable expression quickly turned into a mischievous one when the movie selection landed on Encanto, causing the redhead to groan loudly.

“Anything with you is fun, Tasha, of course I’ll say yes!” Kate admitted, a blush creeping on her cheeks. Natasha shook her head again and wrapped an arm around Kate’s back.

“Alright then, let’s go,”

“You know, I think I’ll settle for this on- ah! Aahahaha stop!” Kate shrieked, immediately curling up to a ball as Natasha jabbed her several times in her ribs.

“Kate Bishop, if you make me watch, or even mention this movie one more time this month, I will hang you by your ankles myself,” Natasha playfully glared at her, leaning over her as she tickled that particularly sensitive spot on her lower ribs. 

“Okay okahahahahay! Stahahahap you wihihihin!” The brunette cried out, tapping her hand on the couch to surrender. The redhead leaned backwards with a victorious grin, leaving Kate giggling on her side.

“Geheheez, you’re so mean,” She protested, guarding her ribs with her free hand while continuing to scroll. When it landed on Tangled, she shot a questioning look to the redhead, who smiled and nodded. Much better. Once the movie started playing, Kate scooted over to Natasha, leaning against her side. The ex-assassin grinned and wrapped an arm over Kate’s shoulder, pulling her close. She loved moments like these.

It immediately became quite obvious that Kate loved Tangled, and she had seen it many times before. Her ability to sing along with the songs, word for word, was proof of that. Natasha felt her heart swell with love as she watched her friend being her goofy self, and after making sure there was nobody near them, she started to softly hum along with the songs too, earning a smile from Kate so wide it brightened the room.

When they got to the song ‘Mother knows best’, the brunette started to sing along as dramatically as before. However, halfway through the song she started to quiet down, visibly thinking about something as a frown settled on her face. Natasha, being the best spy in the world, noticed and looked at her. “Are you okay?”

Kate blinked out of her thoughts, almost looking embarrassed as she nodded. “Y-yeah I’m fine… it’s just… I haven’t seen this movie since last Christmas, so the song hits differently, you know,” She explained, her eyes turning sad. Natasha felt a stab in her heart as she looked at her, pulling her closer into her side to press a kiss on the side of her head. It was still new territory, but she was willing to take the risk to comfort her friend.

“It kinda fits, you know,” Kate went on, staring at the couch as she twiddled her thumbs. “She kept me in the dark too, and she always knew best. No matter how hard I tried to explain my point of view, in the end it was always the same result. I was wrong and she was right,” She sighed, leaning into Natasha’s embrace. The redhead rubbed her hand over Kate’s arm, nodding as she realized the truth behind those words. She truly disliked Eleanor for all the misery she had put the sweet archer through. 

“She always wanted me to be perfect, in everything I did. That’s why I always pushed myself to be the best, I guess, because it was expected. She also expected me to grow up faster than everyone else, but sometimes I just couldn’t,” Kate chuckled. “Even when my dad was still alive,”

“I remember this one time… I was still pretty young, and right as I was about to go to bed, I noticed a spider in my room. I’ve been afraid of spiders for as long as I can remember, so I immediately called for my parents to help,” Kate explained, letting out a low chuckle. “I remember my mom telling me I had to face my fears and grow up, and the thought of getting close to the spider made me cry. Luckily, my dad came into my room and picked me up, and he put the spider outside. After that he stayed with me until I fell asleep,” She said, a smile forming on her lips again as she recalled the memory.

“Kate, sweetie, you don’t need to talk about this if you don’t want to,” Natasha assured her, pressing another kiss to the side of her head. Kate shook her head with a smile, grabbing the older woman’s hand to gently squeeze it.

“It’s okay, Tasha… it makes me feel a bit lighter if I talk about it with you,” She admitted. Natasha nodded and gave her hand a little squeeze back.

“I didn’t know you were scared of spiders,” Natasha said, sounding surprised as she genuinely had no idea. This pulled Kate out of her thoughts and caused her to shiver, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

“They gross me out so bad! With their eight legs and eight eyes and how quickly they move… bah! Some of them even jump! I bet they just stick to the ceiling and wait until you get into bed, only to drop on your head when you’re comfortable!” She said, her voice jumping up slightly.

“Wait, hang on… weren’t you scared of me then? Since I’m called ‘Black Widow’?” Natasha questioned with a hint of a tease in her voice, raising an eyebrow curiously at the young girl.

“Listen, I’ve watched you very carefully for the first few days, and I decided you probably weren’t going to grow four extra arms out of nowhere,” The archer said, making Natasha laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky I can’t do that, otherwise our tickle fights would end up really badly for you,” Natasha teased, gently running her nails against the back of Kate’s neck, causing her to giggle loudly and shiver. “I can’t get over the fact that you became so close with someone named after a spider, while being terrified of spiders,” She chuckled, causing Kate to huff with a blush, her heart jumping at the mention that they were close.

“I can’t help that you decided to name yourself after the scariest creature on earth!” The brunette protested, earning another laugh from the redhead. “However, when you turned out to be the biggest softie, I knew I could trust you,” Kate teased, before bursting into giggles again as Natasha clawed at her stomach.

“I’ll show you how big of a softie I am,” She playfully grumbled, yet ceased her tickle attack soon after. “I guess I do have a soft spot for you,” The ex-assassin admitted, causing Kate to look at her with a slightly surprised expression. While she knew it in her heart, it still caught her off guard when Natasha said it out loud to her. The redhead winked, making Kate blush and look at the couch, a wide grin spreading on her face.

“What about you?” She asked, turning her attention back to Natasha. “Is there something that you’re truly afraid of?” Natasha’s smile faded slightly as she looked at her leg, and Kate immediately wanted to punch herself. “Sorry! You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, I complete-'' She started rambling, yet stopped when Natasha shook her head.

“No no, don’t worry about it. I trust you with this,” She said after a short pause, looking back up at the brunette. Kate eyed her carefully, not wanting to push her friend as she patiently waited for Natasha to reply.

“I’m scared of thunderstorms,” The redhead said, causing Kate to blink. Out of all things, she had not expected thunderstorms to be on top of that list. Natasha saw the question marks in her eyes and let out a soft chuckle, taking another deep breath before taking one of Kate’s hands. She had to keep herself busy while explaining.

“When I was little, I was scared of them because they surprised me. The loud noises, the sudden flash of light… I would always hide under my blanket and pillow, praying for it to be over. Then Yelena came into my life, and she was scared of them too. I couldn’t stand seeing that little girl scared,” Natasha explained with a smile, playing with Kate’s fingers. “So I decided I had to be brave, for her, and show that they couldn’t do anything to her. That I would protect her. Every time there was a thunderstorm, I would sneak into her room and crawl into bed with her, hug her until she wasn’t scared anymore. It worked, for both of us, for a while. I always thought Melina, our mother, didn’t notice, but of course she knew,” The redhead said with a chuckle, her smile fading soon after as she relived another memory.

“Then of course, there was the Red Room, and thunderstorms became terrifying for a different reason. They remind me of all the gunshots I experienced, waking up in the middle of the night, terrified and unsure if I would survive…” Natasha said, swallowing hard as her grip tightened on Kate’s fingers. The brunette put her other hand over Natasha’s, making her look up.

“It’s okay Tasha… you don’t need to tell me, I understand,” She said with a soft smile, earning a grateful look from the older woman. Kate didn’t need to hear the rest of the story to understand the fear settled deep within Natasha. She once again felt a red hot anger rise within her at the thought of how Natasha and Yelena had suffered. Nobody should have gone through that hell, ever.

“I can tell you more stories, if you want,” Natasha offered, feeling a nostalgic mood come over her. Kate was one of the few people she trusted with her life, and she felt comfortable enough to share her childhood stories with her young friend.

“Are you still scared of them?” Kate questioned, fearing she already knew the answer. However, to her surprise, Natasha shook her head with a smile, giving her hand one final squeeze before letting go.

“If you’re friends with the literal god of Thunder, you slowly get used to it,” She said with a wink.

“Oh, right,” Kate said, letting out a giggle, relieved to see Natasha smile again.

Kate nodded eagerly and shuffled closer to the redhead, who smiled widely at her reaction. With the movie playing in the background, forgotten, the two of them started sharing stories from when they were younger, simply enjoying each other’s presence as they took the next step into their friendship.

—————

Yelena let out a sigh as she stepped back into the Avenger’s living room, glad to be able to sit down after walking for almost three hours. Her ears perked up immediately as she heard a loud giggle coming from the couch, where she spotted her sister and Kate.

“No way!” The brunette giggled, leaning away to dodge a flick to the forehead.

“I swear, if you don’t stop laughing right now I will end you,” Natasha playfully threatened her, raising one eyebrow while folding her arms.

“There’s no way!” Kate almost cried, holding her stomach in laughter. “You’re scared of BUTTERFLIES?!” 

“Listen, they have no sense of direction whatsoever. One second they’re flying away from you, the next one they’re right in your face. They make me jumpy,” Natasha protested, her cheeks burning red as she admitted one of the most embarrassing things about her. When Kate kept giggling, Natasha playfully shoved her shoulder, making her fall back on the couch.

Yelena let out a snort at the sight, deciding to tease them since they hadn’t noticed her yet. “Oh look at that, Poser and Puppy are having a playdate,” She said to Fanny, loud enough so the two women would hear her. Fanny let out a bark and rubbed her head against Yelena’s leg, to which Yelena nodded. Natasha playfully narrowed her eyes at her sister, recognizing those mischievous vibes from a mile away.

“You’re right, I think we better walk THEM next time. Although I doubt they would behave like you did today,” She cooed, getting on her knees to pet her dog, scratching behind her floppy ears. “In fact, I know for sure they wouldn’t behave like you,” She said, shooting a teasing glance towards Natasha.

“Oh hey, welcome back!” Kate greeted her with an excited grin, once again proving her nickname to be true, but was quickly shushed by Yelena who put a finger to her own mouth.

“Kate Bishop, can’t you see I’m having a serious and very important conversation with Fanny here?” She said, leaving the archer surprised and speechless for a moment. Yelena nodded again, ‘agreeing’ with Fanny before smirking at them.

Kate let out a mock gasp, watching Lucky approach her with one of his toys. “Do you agree with that?” She questioned, instantly earning a loud bark from the golden retriever. “Traitor,” The brunette huffed, yet still ruffled his fur behind his ears. Natasha, who was not going to let this slide, leaned closer to Kate.

“Remember what I mentioned earlier?” She whispered, causing Kate to look up with a confused expression. However, when she noticed the mischievous spark in her eyes, the brunette instantly caught on, smirking mischievously herself. 

“You’ll never catch me alive Kate Bishop!” Yelena yelled back, anticipation building up inside of her. Kate had longer legs and she knew Natasha was slightly faster than her, so Yelena quickly realized the trouble she was in. While she had gotten a small headstart, Yelena was tackled to the ground moments later by both Natasha and Kate, the two of them pinning her to the ground.

“On my signal we run at her,” Natasha whispered, earning an eager nod from the archer. Yelena, who was busy petting Fanny while uttering sweet words, hadn’t noticed the danger yet. However, when she noticed Natasha jumping up from the couch and Kate rushing towards her, she let out a yelp and instinctively started to run away.

“Get back here you!” The archer playfully yelled, Natasha hot on her heels as they both ran after the blonde.

Natasha held Yelena’s arms pinned over her head, her grip gentle yet sturdy, while Kate settled herself on Yelena’s waist. The blonde growled, trying to buck the archer off. “Kate Bishop, get off of me!” She tried to look threatening, yet Kate didn’t seem that affected by it, as she merely smiled mischievously at her.

“Her feet are her most ticklish spot, but you’ll get kicked in the face and get a broken nose if you try to get near them,” The older sister smirked, causing Kate to gulp. “So, if you can’t get to her feet, you go for her sides~” The redhead grinned.

“Alright Kate, this is your chance to get revenge, I’ll hold her down,” Natasha smirked, causing her sister to shoot a glare at her.

“No! Natasha don’t you dare!”

“Don’t worry Kate, I’ll protect you from her,” Natasha promised with a wink, looking at her baby sister. “Like I said earlier, this turd loves to dish out, but she can’t take it herself,” She said, causing Yelena to blush hard. Kate let out a giggle herself, softly kneading up and down her sides.

Kate wasted no time and reached down with both hands, her nails scribbling against both of Yelena’s sides. The blonde tried her best to hold back her laughter, yet the gentle tickles on one of her most ticklish spots had her giggling in no time.

“Kahahahahahahahate! I’ll kihihihihihihill yohohohohohohou!” She cried out, her back slowly arching as she struggled on the ground.

“Yelena is still as ticklish as when she was little, so the next time she decides to prank or torture you, know know what to do,” The redhead teased, smiling innocently at her sister, who let out a groan while laughing.

“Shuhuhuhut uuhuhuhuUHUHUP! AAHAHAHHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!” Yelena arched her back when Kate slipped both hands under her tank top, scribbling away at her bare stomach. The brunette grinned widely, looking very pleased with herself.

“Now you know how I feel all the time,” Kate teased, her nails fluttering over the ridges of her abs, causing Yelena to shriek with laughter. Her nails traveled from the center of her stomach towards her sides, clawing at her ribs before turning back to the center. Yelena quickly turned into a cackling mess on the ground, tugging hard at her arms to try and free them.

“She’s also very ticklish under her arms, but you have to be quick,” Natasha instructed with a wide grin, letting go of Yelena’s arms to shove both hands under the blonde’s arms. The younger sister immediately slammed her arms to her sides and wheezed as they tickled her, unable to handle the sensations running through her body. Natasha kept wiggling her nails under her arms, despite her hands being trapped, and Kate alternated between her stomach and ribs.

“OKAAHAHAHAY STAAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAAHAHAKE IHIHIT! PLEEHEHEHEHEHHEASE!” Yelena finally cried out, being too ticklish for her own good, as Natasha loved to point out. The redhead grinned widely and looked at Kate with a nod, both of them ceasing their tickles at the same time. The blonde rolled on her side and giggled at the lingering sensations, while Natasha and Kate gave each other a high five.

“Right, let’s go back to the couch, shall we,” She said, quickly getting out of range from the floored Widow. Natasha followed her, knowing that Yelena was going to follow them eventually. The two of them settled on the couch again, Kate once again grabbing the remote. She considered her options, before looking at Natasha with a wide grin.

“That’s what you get for being a turd,” Kate teased, feeling a little too brave in the moment. Yelena shot her a glare, still catching her breath.

“We both know Natasha can’t protect you all the time… I’ll get you,” She promised. The young archer looked at the redhead with wide eyes, who simply shrugged with a grin.

“So… wanna watch Encanto?” Kate grinned mischievously, earning a glare from her friend.

“You have five seconds to run, then you’re dead,”

[kukutakos]

Yelena Belova x FemaleAvenger!S/O HCs

IN THIS AU NATASHA SURVIVES, THE MCU CAN EAT CHICKEN TURD

Anyway, after the events of Endgame, Yelena decides to deign to help her sister out and "indefinitely" joins the Avengers.

She's a little awkward around the Avengers. A little awkward around people in general, you notice, besides Natasha. But you really like the more 'genuine' side of her when you catch them talking; sassy, witty, and maybe a little goofy (Y'all cannot take this from me, Yelena's entire personality is just very endearing).

Since you and Natasha are the only two women on the team, ✨naturally✨ you've created a coalition. But srsly, you're very close friends.

"You never told me your younger sister was so…" "Obnoxious? Smartassed? Quippy?" "…I was gonna say hot." "Oh, God-"

You push your budding feelings for Nat's very pretty sister away for the time being, opting instead to help her get more comfortable with the team.

She's confident and professional when you guys are running missions, which is where your bond starts. She's impressed by your level of skill as well, but also appreciates that you respect her own.

"You take the lead on this one, Belova." "What? But I'm-" "One of the best assassins in the world. I'll trust whatever call you make."

And that means a lot to her. Trust wasn't really huge in her upbringing, so that alone makes her really want to get to know you.

The BW movie kinda hints at how Yelena has maintained a few 'childish' qualities. For ex., it doesn't take much to please her (the whole vest thing was cute but a little sad when you really think about it).

She latches onto the kindness you continually showed her. You're an Avenger, you couldn't possibly have ulterior motives, right?

So she starts out trying to befriend you, because outside the other Widows, she's never really had a friend before.

She trains with you when you're in the workout room in the mornings, asks to be put on more missions with you, and allows you (hesitantly) to take her shopping.

"LOOK AT ALL THESE VESTS!" "I knew you'd like them." "THERE'S SO MANY COLORS... AND POCKETS!" "Lena, please, you don't have to yell. You're scaring kids-"

You two become close friends very quickly. Nat is a little salty that you two gang up on her now. You guys call her 'Poser' more than her actual name nowadays.

As you two start to spend more time together and develop a more intimiate friendship, Yelena doesn't quite register that she's developing romantic feelings for you. She goes to her big sister for advice.

"I held her in a hug for almost two minutes. Is that too long?" "Did she try and pull back?" "No." "Then nope. So when's the wedding?" "N-Natasha!"

Nat was an ass, as is the duty of the Older Sibling. But she did (eventually) help Yelena through her feelings and realize what they were. She wanted her to be happy, after all.

The next morning, you two are sparring as usual. Your enhancements usually give you the slight edge you need over Yelena, but she seems determined that morning to beat you.

And she does. After a hard-fought spar, she comes out on top, straddling your waist with one hand pressing down on your collarbone.

"You're... hff… really pretty from this angle," you managed to say, your exhaustion making you delirious.

Yelena searched your eyes for a moment, her hand not moving from your chest. Your hands squeezed her hips wordlessly, and she leaned down until she was only just hovering over your lips.

"…Can I, красивая?" "I'd be upset if you didn't."

And so she kisses you once. Then twice… until Natasha walks into the training room an hour later and wants to tear her eyes out. But you two are too wrapped up in each other to notice her running away from the training room.

"Could I interest you in a date, Agent Belova?" "…Can we go to the mall? I want more vests."

[widowsistersandfriends]

Hi! Do you think you could write a story where the avengers bring up how evenly matched Natasha and Yelena are and how whenever they train or wrestle, it always ends in a tie? Maybe the sisters create a competition to break that tie by having a tickle fight. Then the most chaotic, wild tickle fight ensues. Thanks!

Hi anon! Thank you for this super fun request! I threw in another small prompt that someone else requested so I hope that's okay! Happy reading :)

Word Count: 1279

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It was a peaceful afternoon at the Avengers compound. Most of them were spread out in the living room, side conversations taking place amongst them. Soon, most of the conversations had died down, and there was a silence that needed to be filled. Wanda decided to take on that task.

“Hey, have any of you guys ever noticed when Natasha and Yelena wrestle or spar, it always ends up in a tie?” Wanda asked the group.

Slowly, everyone’s attention was gained, as they all realized that she was right. There was never really a clear winner. They were both so skilled in their own ways, making for great competition against each other.

“Huh. I actually never realized that, but now that you bring it up, yeah you’re right,” Steve said thoughtfully.

“Given that they trained in similar ways, it figures that they’re evenly matched,” Clint added.

Natasha turned towards her baby sister, not with a look of annoyance or anger, but a look full of pride. She was glad her sister and herself were evenly matched. That meant that her sister was fully capable of being a strong Avenger, and she wanted nothing more than that. However, she was not met with the same look.

Yelena turned to face her older sister, a grin on her face growing like a wildfire. Yelena was always super competitive, so she was already planning a way to prove that she would win every time.

The room became silent again, as they could see the two girls, each trying to scheme something against each other.

“How about a friendly competition to settle it?” Yelena asked slowly.

“Oh really? A friendly competition? What did you have in mind?” Natasha asked, raising one eyebrow.

“This,” Yelena said, as she tackled her sister to the couch, taking the redhead by surprise.

Yelena wasted no time, digging into her sister’s sides, as the redhead burst out into laughter.

“YELEHEHEHNA STAHAHAP IHIHT,” Natasha laughed out, trying to push her sister’s hands away.

“This will prove that I’ll win every competition, and this is payback for every time you’ve tickled me!” The blonde cried out victoriously, already assuming that she won. What she forgot was that she didn’t pin her sister’s arms. She was too eager to get into torturing her sister that she had forgotten a small, yet important detail.

Natasha was struggling through her laughter to find an opening. Yelena moved her hands up to her sister’s ribs, which then gave the redhead her opening.

Natasha reached up, all while laughing and squirming hysterically, and began to wiggle her fingers inside of Yelena’s armpits, causing the blonde to shriek and clamp her arms down. The blonde had fallen backwards in an attempt to get away and protect herself, but Natasha just followed her.

“No! Get off of me! Please!” Yelena cried, struggling with laughter as Natasha just continued to dig into her underarms.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO,” Yelena cried out helplessly.

“What were you saying earlier about winning every competition? It looks like you’re losing right now,” Natasha questioned teasingly.

The blonde was now attempting to reach for Natasha’s feet, but was struggling to get anywhere near them.

“Don’t even think about it, you little turd,” Natasha warned, as she began to scribble into her sister’s stomach.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” Yelena screamed out.

“All you have to say is that I win, and I’ll stop,” Natasha said with a smirk.

Throughout the midst of all her squirming and flailing, Yelena had managed to catch Natasha’s hands by chance. The blonde wasted no time throwing the redhead off of her waist, now sitting on her lower leg area and scribbling into Natasha’s sensitive feet.

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” Natasha cried out.

“Who’s losing now?” Yelena asked mischievously.

Natasha couldn’t respond now, as she was now laughing too hard. Yelena kept up her relentless pace, now sure that she was going to win.

All that came out was a loud squeal, as Yelena began to lightly rake underneath her toes.

“QUHIHIHIT IHIHIT IHIHT TIHIHCKLES TOHOHO MUHUHCH,” Natasha begged, attempting to curl up her toes.

“That’s the point, you idiot,” Yelena said back playfully.

All the other Avengers were too invested in the tickle fight to see who would win to say anything. They also did not want to risk saying the wrong thing and having the two sisters turn against them.

The blonde knew her sister was tough and wasn’t going to break very easily. So instead, she went up to tickle under her chin, hoping that it would annoy her enough for her to give up.

Yelena slowly wiggled her nails underneath the redhead’s chin, causing her to squirm and flinch at the light touch.

“Yohohohou ahahare sohohohoho mehehehan,” Natasha giggled out, trying to shove her hands away.

The blonde could tell that her sister was annoyed by this light tickling, and once again got her hopes up that she would win.

However, within seconds, Natasha pulled a move on her that she had never seen before. It was also executed at the speed of light so Yelena had no idea what had just happened.

Yelena’s eyes widened with fear, as Natasha was now about to wreck her feet.

“Oh little one, nice try. I think you forgot that your feet are way more ticklish than mine,” Natasha said calmly.

“Any last words?” Natasha asked with a smirk.

“WAIT NATASHA NOHOHOHO WAIHAHAIT NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHA,” Yelena screamed out, unable to stand the sensation she was feeling right now.

The blonde was hysterically laughing, all while trying to sit up and tickle her sister’s ribs. However, Natasha could feel the blonde attempting to do so.

Natasha reached back, all while still tickling her feet with one hand, and used the other to squeeze her inner thigh, causing the blonde to fall back with more hysterical laughter. The two places being tickled at the same time was just too much for her to handle.

“OHOHOHKAY IHIHIH GIHIHIHVE YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN,” Yelena cried out, willing to do anything to get her sister to stop tickling her.

Natasha climbed off of her sister victoriously, announcing to all the other Avengers that she won.

Yelena huffed in defeat, annoyed by the fact that she had started the competition thinking she would win, but was in fact defeated by her older sister.

“Oh sweet girl. When will you learn your lesson. I’m your older sister, which means I will always win,” Natasha said teasingly.

Yelena just rolled her eyes in response.

“It also doesn’t help that you’re so much more ticklish than I am,” Natasha added with a smirk.

“Oh shut up! We get it, you won,” the blonde responded, now embarrassed that she got fully wrecked in front of all the other Avengers.

Natasha then wrapped her little sister in a tight hug.

“Little one, I think it’s cute how ticklish you are,” Natasha said, still adding insult to injury. Out of love, of course.

Yelena just poked her sister in the ribs, causing the redhead to yelp, as the other Avengers laughed at her reaction.

Natasha glared at them, causing them to gulp nervously. She then turned towards her sister.

“Really? After how badly I wrecked you, you’re still trying to provoke me?” Natasha asked, threateningly wiggling her fingers towards Yelena’s stomach.

“No! No no no! I didn’t mean it!” Yelena cried out, already flinching and squirming away from her sister.

“Well you did poke me, so you obviously meant it,” Natasha said, now giving her sister round two of another brutal wrecking.

Yelena was once again lost in laughter, as her older sister just had to prove that she won, once and for all.

[bambinella]

Taking care of you

A/N: This was another request! Though it was a bit harder to write, I can’t get enough of protective Natasha! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Yelena is rather careless when it comes to taking care of small cuts, and when she gets ill, Natasha has to care of her

Warnings: description of wounds

Word count: 2217

”Natasha? I’m home!” Yelena called out with a heavy sigh, closing the front door of their little, cozy apartment in the Avenger’s Tower. It was late in the evening, and it had been a long, long day for the blonde, who had been on a mission by herself. It had started as a stealth mission, yet had ended up… well, not so stealthily. While a fight had broken out, Yelena hadn’t been in any danger at any point, ending up with only a few bruises and small cuts. Natasha turned the corner almost immediately after hearing her little sister’s voice, a smile of relief spreading on her face while approaching Yelena. That smile, that direct sign of all the love Natasha held for her… it never failed to make the blonde feel fuzzy and giddy on the inside.

“Hey sweet girl,” The redhead greeted, pressing her forehead against Yelena’s for a moment before pulling her into a warm hug. “How did the mission go? Did it go as planned?”

“Ha,” Yelena couldn’t hold back a chuckle, shaking her head with a grin. “Nope, the plan failed, but the mission was still successful! Plus, I got to kick some butt!” She exclaimed in a proud way. This caused Natasha to frown and, now that she had a closer look, notice several dried spots of blood on her clothes.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Natasha asked, immediately reaching out to cup one of Yelena’s cheeks. The blonde leaned into the touch before shaking her head with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure none of this blood is mine,” She grinned, causing her sister to roll her eyes. “I’ll go wash up, and then we get to cuddle?” The younger widow asked hopefully. Natasha couldn’t hide the wide smile at the request, nodding easily.

“Of course we’re gonna cuddle, I had to spend a whole day without you. But are you sure you’re fine? You need me to do a check up on you?” She suggested. It was Yelena’s turn to roll her eyes as she playfully groaned.

“Ugh, you’re such a mom,” Yelena teased, raising one of her eyebrows at Natasha, who scoffed and gently shoved the blonde’s shoulder.

“Alright get going, you turd,” She smirked, turning around to go back to her spot on the couch. Yelena giggled and hurried off to the bathroom. She wanted cuddles. After giving herself a once-over, she noticed a small cut on her thigh and, while still relatively small, a deeper cut on her upper arm. While in the back of her mind she knew that she probably had to stitch it up, she also really wanted to cuddle and relax with her sister. So, instead, she cleaned the cuts and put some disinfectant spray on it, put on her pj and went to the living room. Natasha would probably scold her for not taking care of it, so she made sure to wear a shirt that covered up the cut. After all, one small cut wouldn’t kill her, right?

If only she knew.

A few days had gone by, and after a long day the sisters were sleeping together in one bed as usual, with Natasha being the big spoon, as usual. However, what was supposed to be a peaceful night was interrupted by a clicking sound. Natasha slowly blinked herself awake, realizing that the sound she had been hearing in her dream was actually the sound of Yelena’s teeth clattering. As she turned on the light on the night table, she noticed that the blonde was completely covered in blankets, with her pj’s on, yet still shivered heavily. Something was wrong.

“Yelena? Sweet girl, are you okay?” Natasha asked, worry present in her voice as she shook Yelena’s shoulder gently. The younger sister looked over her shoulder at Natasha, looking absolutely miserable.

“‘M so cold…” She muttered, and Natasha felt as if she got stabbed in the heart. Yelena barely ever got sick, usually only if something was seriously wrong. Wasting no time, she turned on the light in their room before turning her attention back to the blonde. It was clear that Yelena had a fever, with how she was shivering and burning up at the same time, but how did she get it? Natasha bit her lip as she thought of the past couple of days, of anything that could have caused her sister to become sick. And then it hit her.

“Lena, I’m gonna move you real quick,” Natasha said, earning a whine from the younger sister as she rolled Yelena on her back. It took her little to no time at all to find the cause, and her stomach sank. While the cut on her leg was healing fine, the one on her upper arm was red and swollen. The older sister could see that there was filth behind the crust, and there was a thin, red line spreading from the cut. Natasha cursed loudly, temporarily not caring that it was the middle of the night, as she got up. While the cut was small, it had gotten infected, and the infection was slowly getting into her blood. She knew she had to act fast, or the wound would get real ugly real fast. Knowing where to look, Natasha had gathered everything she needed within a minute. A mini scalpel, cleaning spray, disinfection spray, disinfection cream and a bandaid. 

“I’m sorry, little one, this is going to hurt a little,” Natasha said as she sat down next to Yelena. While she felt anger burning inside of her for Yelena’s carelessness, her need to help and protect her baby sister easily overshadowed her other emotions. She knew exactly what she had to do, and wasted no time as she got to work. Natasha slowly and carefully removed the crust, cleaned the wound with her spray, disinfected it thoroughly with both spray and cream, and then lastly bandaged her arm. Yelena hissed during the process, yet didn’t move as she allowed Natasha to take care of her. After carefully wrapping up her arm, the older sister went back to the bathroom to get a cup of water and medicine.

“Lena, drink up,” She said as she kneeled down next to her sister at the edge of the bed. Yelena pushed herself up with all her might and took the meds, downing the entire cup before looking guiltily at Natasha.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled, laying herself back down on the bed. The redhead shook her head and gently brushed her fingers through Yelena’s hair.

“Don’t worry about it now, little one. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah? The meds should make you feel better soon,” She cooed, turning off the lights before once more spooning Yelena as she covered them both with the blankets. The blonde nodded and dozed off easily in her drowsy state, still slightly shaking in her sister’s arms. Natasha gently rubbed her back until her shivers subsided, and when she was sure Yelena was fast asleep, only then did she attempt to fall asleep again. 

She was going to have a word with Yelena tomorrow.

Yelena woke up the next day with a loud groan, immediately reaching to the side of the bed to find Natasha. Nothing. The bed was empty. With another groan she reached for her phone to look at the time, and then let out another, even louder groan as she realized it was halfway the afternoon already. She slowly sat up, still feeling weak but already feeling much better than last night. The fever was gone, and her arm burned a lot less. By the amount of bandage in the trash bin, she could tell that Natasha had taken care of her arm several more times while she had been asleep. Guilt washed over her again as she realized how worried Natasha must have been last night. And how angry she must be right now.

After quickly refreshing herself, she slowly made her way to the living room, expecting Natasha to be there. The redhead was, indeed, sitting on the couch while reading a book, not looking up as her sister entered.

“Finally awake, are we?”

Ouch. It stung. Yelena could tell right away that Natasha was still pissed off, but she couldn’t even blame her at this point. Not taking better care of the wound had been the single most stupid thing she had done in the last two weeks. The blonde made her way over to the couch, sitting herself down next to Natasha, who finally put her book down to look at Yelena. And Yelena froze when she saw the disappointed look in her eyes.

“Natasha, I’m–”

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” The older Widow interrupted, raising a brow at her sister. “And how careless you were?” She added. Yelena let out a defeated sigh and nodded.

“You could have been seriously ill! You could have gotten blood poisoning!” Natasha continued, her voice now having a higher pitch to it, as if the thought itself drove her crazy. Well, it probably did, Yelena realized. Blood poisoning was bad. She reached over and grabbed one of Natasha’s hands, causing her to look up into her eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me. And I’m sorry, I truly am. It was stupid not to take better care of it, and I have no excuse,” She said, effectively halting Natasha in her tracks. The redhead looked at her for a few seconds, before dropping her shoulders with a heavy sigh. 

“Come here,” Natasha almost demanded as she opened her arms, and Yelena wasted no time crawling towards her sister. This was Natasha clearly offering her the olive branch, and she would be stupid not to take it. She hated it when Natasha was mad at her, or even worse, disappointed. She sat herself down in Natasha’s lap and rested her cheek on top of her chest, humming approvingly as Natasha wrapped her arms around her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Yelena looked up at the redhead.

“Are you still mad at me?” She asked, not sure what the answer would be. Natasha looked at her for a moment, before looking away again, and Yelena could swear she saw a tiny smile.

“Yes.”

“... Are you suuuure?” Yelena asked, a smile creeping on her face. Relief washed over her as she realized that Natasha was truly no longer mad at her. She could die in peace now.

“Yes.” Natasha said again, yet could no longer hide her own smile as she looked down at Yelena. No matter what it was about, Natasha couldn’t stay mad at Yelena for long. The blonde grinned and reached up to poke her sister’s cheek with one finger.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure I see a smile right here,” Yelena grinned, her finger persistently poking at her cheek.

“You know nothing,” Natasha said, jerking her head away from the finger, quickly considering if biting it would help her case. Probably not.

“Well I know for one that you’re a Poser that claims to be the best spy in the world, but doesn’t realize that her sister is much better than her,” Yelena grinned, unable to hold back a laugh at Natasha’s shocked expression.

“Really? Really now? Well then, ‘best spy in the world’, try and stop this,” She said, lightly scratching her nails at Yelena’s stomach. The blonde squealed and immediately jerked her arm down, curling into a ball on Natasha’s lap.

“Natasha! No, don't you daahahahare!” She giggled loudly, grabbing Natasha’s wrist to try and stop her assault.

“If you ever scare me like that again, I’m gonna murder you, bring you back to life, only to murder you again!” Natasha playfully growled at her sister, using her other hand to prod between her ribs. Yelena positively shrieked and jerked away violently, while trying not to elbow Natasha in the face.

“Okay okay stohohohohop! Natasha plehehehehease!” The blonde cried out, wrapping her own arms around her to protect herself. The older sister chuckled and stopped tickling her, instead placing a kiss on Yelena’s forehead.

“Now, I assume you’re hungry, right? I’ll see if I can make some decent soup for you,” Natasha said with a smile, shifting so she could stand up from the couch. However, Yelena gently grabbed her arm, causing the older sister to pause.

“I’m not that hungry yet, so do you think we can cuddle some more?” She asked, and Natasha couldn’t help but smile at her request. 

“Of course, sweet girl,” She replied, gently brushing one hand through Yelena’s hair while gently rocking her side to side. 

“Thank you for taking care of me last night,” Yelena mumbled with a blush, cuddling closer to her sister while burying her face into the crook of Natasha’s neck. Natasha chuckled and leaned her head against her sister’s, soothingly rubbing a hand over her arm.

“I’ll always take care of you, little one. I promise,” She said, causing Yelena to look at her with a loving smile. “However, from now on I’ll always give you a full check up when you return from a mission,” She added with a chuckle, causing the blonde to groan loudly.

“Ugh, such a mom,”

[bambinella]

The Turd vs the Noodle

A/N: A little fanfic written for @widowsistersandfriends! Consider this payback for the payback! And exactly like you said before, the reader in this one is oddly familiar!

Summary: You and Yelena spar together in the gym, and when you make a sassy comment, you quickly find out why everyone calls her a turd.

Word Count: 2373

You stepped out of the elevator, making your way to the indoor gym at the avenger’s compound where you were planning to spend some time training. There were no ongoing missions for the moment, and while you weren’t exactly the ‘new’ Avenger anymore, you knew you could use all the practice you could get.

Swinging the bag over your shoulder, you stepped through the doors into the large training room. Out of the corner of your eye you immediately spotted the familiar blonde hair, and you turned to see Yelena rapidly hitting one of the punching bags hanging from the ceiling. You felt your stomach jump at the opportunity to train with her, putting your bag down against the wall before making your way to her. 

“I think you killed it a while ago, might as well go easy on it,” You called out, a grin forming on your face. Yelena immediately turned her head towards you, halting her punches as she grinned back. 

“Y/N! Come to train as well?” She asked, causing you to nod. Yelena nodded in approval before shooting a mischievous grin at you. “About time you trained those noodle arms.” You looked at her in mock betrayal, mouth open as you let out a gasp. 

“Excuse me, did you just call me a noodle?” You questioned with playful anger, taking a step closer to her. Yelena was very unimpressed with your threat and let out a cackle, turning her full attention towards you. 

“Yeah, because you’re a noodle,” She chuckled, unashamed. You let out a huff, before grinning sassily at her. 

“Well I’ll have you know this noodle can bench more than you,” You snarked, causing her to gasp on her turn. 

“You’re not better than me at benching! Benching is just… so boring! It’s pushing a metal bar up and down, there is nothing fun about that!” Yelena exclaimed, causing you to giggle. Yelena was a skilled fighter, and she could easily kick your butt without even trying, yet she despised benching. You on the other hand, who benched regularly, loved to tease her about it, and you would take every opportunity you had.

“Guess these noodle arms are stronger than yours,” You teased, causing the blonde to narrow her eyes at you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew better than to challenge Yelena, yet it was too late to stop now. Besides, you enjoyed competing against her.

“Take that back right now,” She warned, raising an eyebrow at you while a mischievous smile played on her lips. You shook your head, folding your arms as you looked at her. 

“Why don’t you try and make me?” You playfully challenged, vaguely realizing  that you were now officially in danger.

“Really? You really want to challenge me?” Yelena asked with a smirk, slowly stepping closer to you. You felt your stomach jolt again, for a different reason this time. The blonde was known to be a mischievous turd who loved competing against others, and she would do almost anything to win. However, you remained as calm as you could and nodded with a grin. 

“Yes.” You said firmly, giving her a confident smile. She looked at you for a moment, thinking of ways to kick your ass, before pointing to the training mats on the ground. 

“Alright Y/N. You and I are going to do a small competition here and now. Both of us are going to do push-ups, and the first to fall to the ground loses. That’ll quickly decide who has the stronger arms of us two,” She challenged with a smirk, to which you nodded eagerly. This was a great chance to train and compete against her at the same time.

“I hope you’re ready to lose, Yelena! I can’t wait to tell Natasha that I defeated you in this,” You teased, causing her to roll her eyes at you. She was not about to give you bragging rights over being stronger than her, especially not to Natasha; she was going to make sure of that.

“Why don’t you get ready, you noodle,” She huffed, making her way over to the mats herself. You grinned and took your time to warm up your arms a little, throwing some punches into the air to mentally and physically prepare yourself for the challenge at hand. As soon as you were ready you quickly got into position, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“Ready yet slowpoke?” You questioned, causing her to playfully narrow her eyes at you. 

“You’re such a turd,” She shook her head at you, getting into position next to you. “Alright ready? Three… two… one… go!” She nearly shouted, and you immediately lowered yourself to start the first push-up. However, instead of doing a push-up herself, Yelena pounced at you. You felt a weight settle at your lower back, making you drop down on your stomach on the mat with a grunt. 

“Yelena! What the hell!” You cried out in protest, placing your hands on the mat to try and get up while looking over your shoulder at her. She was staring smugly at you, mischief radiating from her.

“Oh Y/N, I told you to take it back, and you didn’t, so… now I’ll have to make you,” She grinned, wasting no time in shaking both hands into your ribs. You let out a squeal of surprise, before bursting into loud giggles, having no chance at holding them back since you were caught off guard. 

“Aahahahaha! Y-Yelenaaaahahahaha nohhohohoo! Nohohohoohot tihihihihickling!” You cried out, clawing at the mat in front of you as you tried to crawl away. Yelena cackled at you, moving her hands up and down your ribs while drilling her fingers between them. This caused you to jump out of your skin as your laughter shot up immediately.

“Yes tickling, this is what you get for being a turd. I’m the only turd allowed here,” She teased, repeatedly jabbing a single finger between your upper ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHO GOHOHOD NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” You cried out, reaching backwards to try and grab her wrists. The blonde simply moved her hands further down, softly kneading away at your sides, causing you to giggle hysterically. You pounded one fist on the floor while burying your face into your other arm, attempting to muffle your laughter. Yelena playfully ‘tsked’ and started to tickle your sides faster, scribbling closer to your stomach. 

“Ah ah, none of that Y/N, let me hear your laughter,” She teased. As soon as she neared your stomach, you started bucking more wildly and kicked your legs out behind you. Yelena noticed as tilted her head teasingly.

“Oh? Is your stomach ticklish?” She asked, causing you to shake your head wildly in denial. Yelena huffed with a chuckle, moving her hands to the front to scribble away at the edges of your belly. 

“AAHAHAHAHAHHA! YELENA STAAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!” You shrieked with laughter, your head shooting up as you once again tried to crawl away. Yelena grinned, using this opportunity to flip you over, trapping you on your back by sitting on your waist.

“So you’re not only a turd, but also a liar,” She chuckled, shaking her head. “You keep digging yourself deeper and deeper into trouble, don’t you?” She questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow at you. You were still catching your breath, giggles leaving your lips every now and then. You shook your head in reply, yet you knew she was right; you were in trouble.

“So, do you take it back?” Yelena questioned, causing you to shake your head a second time with a grin. 

“Oh dear no,” You chuckled, as if it was the obvious answer. “Also, it’s digging your own grave, not digging into trouble,” You teased, knowing Yelena was still getting used to the American sayings.

“Oh shut up!” Yelena cried out, a blush creeping on her cheeks as she reached down to tickle your sides once more. You snorted and burst into giggles immediately, reaching forward to grab her wrists. She playfully rolled her eyes at you, halting her movements. 

“Oh no, you caught me, whatever shall I do?” She said sarcastically, easily breaking out of your hold. This time, however, she decided to pin your hands by placing her knees on your wrists, making you way more helpless.

“There, now where was I? Oh right, I was about to tickle your very ticklish stomach,” Yelena teased, moving your shirt up to expose your bare skin. Your eyes widened as you quickly shook her head, immediately trying to free your arms from her hold. 

“No! No don’t you dare! Don’t yohohou daahahahahahhaAAHAHAHHAHARE!” You burst into loud laughter almost immediately, her sharp nails scribbling all over your bare stomach. She chuckled along with you, clearly enjoying tickling you to death. 

“Now, where does it tickle more? Here? Or here? Or maybe here?” She questioned teasingly, clawing at the top of your stomach while also tickling the front of your ribs, before moving down to lightly scribble against the middle of your stomach, only to move down again to flutter her sharp nails underneath your bellybutton. You arched your back and let out a scream of laughter, shaking your head side to side. Yelena was very pleased with that reaction, yet she was far from done with exploring.

“Answer me Y/N, this is a very important question! We need to know for science, and I need to know so I can bully you every day,” She teased with a giggle, once again shaking her nails into the middle of your stomach. While you were unable to answer properly due to laughing too fast, your laughter was clearly more frantic when she tickled close to your bellybutton. The spy noticed and grinned evilly, yet decided to save it for later.

“You don’t want to tell me? Guess I’ll have to keep exploring then,” Yelena shrugged, experimentally drilling one finger into one of your hips. 

“AAHAHAHA!” Your laughter came out in a surprised and slightly strangled squeal, nearly bucking the taller woman off of you. She looked up at you, clearly not expecting that big of a reaction.

“Oh you’re in so much trouble,” She grinned, shifting backwards slightly before slipping both thumbs into your training pants, drilling straight into your hipbones. You let out a shriek and threw your head back immediately, unable to take the tickles at all. 

“YELENAAAHAHAHAHA!! MAAHAHAAHAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOP!!” You roared with laughter, kicking your legs wildly on the floor while arching your back again. Yelena laughed along with you, shaking her head.

“You know how to make it stop, Y/N,” She teased, causing you to shake your head as well. Not only were you a little shit, you were a very stubborn little shit. Yelena rolled her eyes at you, impressed and annoyed at the same time.

“Suit yourself, it’s your funeral,” She grinned, continuing to tickle your hips without mercy. Eventually, when your laughter became wheezy and your cheeks were bright red, she pulled away and gave you another break. You took in big heaps of air, panting heavily while still giggling.

“You still with me?” She questioned, playfully booping your nose. You swatted her hand away, looking at her with a playful glare as you nodded. Yelena could see that she had almost won. Almost.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” She smirked knowingly at you. “Do you take it back?” You genuinely considered saying yes, since you knew she’d just continue tickling you. However, you couldn’t resist making one last comeback to her. So instead, you simply shook your head at her, smirking mischievously.

“At least I did one push-up, you bailed out of the competition as soon as it started. That makes me the stronger one, right?” You asked, immediately regretting your words as you looked at your friend. Yelena stared at you with disbelief, shaking her head with a wide grin on her face. 

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Alright you leave me no choice… guess I’ll have to go big this time,” She said, reaching one hand down to tickle your bellybutton with a single finger. Your eyes went wide as you let out a scream of laughter, your hands immediately grabbing her wrist. However, no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t push it away from your stomach. 

“I figured you were very ticklish here, so I decided to save it for last,” She grinned, wiggling her finger a bit faster to make it tickle worse. As soon as you realized you couldn’t pry her hand away, you tapped one of your hands on the mat, a clear sign that you were giving up. 

“PLEEHEHEHEHEASE! Pleehehehehease I gihihihive! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” You howled, now actually at your limit as you tried to escape from the ticklish sensations.

The blonde smirked and leaned forward to blow a raspberry on top of your bellybutton, and your hysterical giggles once again turned into that deep-belly laugh, your eyes closed shut as you tried to deal with the unbearable sensations. However, Yelena took pity on you soon after, grinning as she pulled back.

“Do you take it back?” She questioned, causing you to nod quickly. You knew better than to provoke her again, knowing she would utterly destroy you without mercy. 

“Y-yes!” You giggled, still out of breath.

“And?” The blonde looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes yet gave in anyway. 

“You’re the strong one, I’m the noodle,” You mumbled, a blush burning on your cheeks. Yelena nodded with a massive grin, reaching out to playfully squeeze one of your bright red cheeks. 

“Aww look at you, you’re blushing,” She teased, causing you to slap her hand away. 

“Alright alright get off of me!” You groaned with a giggle. She chuckled and got off of you easily, standing next to you as you curled into a ball.

“You know, Natasha calls me Squishy for my cheeks, but you clearly deserve the name more than I do,” The blonde smirked. You narrowed your eyes at her and shook your head. 

“You will NOT call me that!” You protested, the blush increasing on your face. The fact that she tickled you to death was embarrassing enough on its own. Yelena cackled and turned on her heels, making her way out of the gym.

“Whatever you say Squishy! Have fun training, I’ll go brag about how I tickled you to death to everyone upstairs!” She called out, before disappearing in the direction of the elevator.

You groaned and laid yourself down once more, thinking about the very valuable lesson you had learned. Never try to be a bigger turd than Yelena.

[the-widow-sisters]

Natasha and Yelena Headcanons #2: 

Yelena steals Natasha's clothes all the time because they smell like her big sister

After so long without anyone who cared, it's a really nice reminder for her to have her sister with her at all times even if she's not physically with her

When Natasha is feeling uneasy or upset or it's just a hard day that reminded her of her past too much, she tries to keep it to herself but is terribly unsuccessful because she ends up following Yelena like a kicked puppy

As soon as Yelena notices, she leads her kicked puppy big sister to their shared room and flops down on the bed, letting her sister crawl onto it with her and snuggle for a while

Yelena loves to follow her sister around annoyingly sometimes and just rest her chin on her shoulder and stare at whoever she's talking to in some goofily creepy way

She does not entirely realize it, but she also casts glances at Natasha and when she does, she has this look on her face like Natasha single-handedly hung the moon

When Yelena gets things on her face, Natasha licks her thumb and reaches out to her, wiping her cheek

Yelena hates the spit on her face, but she mostly appreciates the sentiment

She just wishes Natasha could refrain overall

Yelena will unashamedly give her sister the silent treatment if Natasha has not paid enough attention to her that day

Once Natasha realizes, she sneaks up on the little turd and tickles her to death

"Enjoy your little temper tantrum, diaper baby?"

Natasha is viciously protective of her baby sister and would do anything to keep her from being harmed, even physically putting herself between Yelena and imminent danger

However, Yelena takes her protectiveness of Natasha to an entirely new level

If anyone dares even verbally insult her sister while Yelena is in the room, Yelena is ready to throw hands no matter who the person is

When Yelena is sitting next to Natasha and is teasing her, Natasha will often headbutt her little sister's shoulder playfully

Yelena thinks it's funny and she takes it as a challenge and they end up pressing heads together as hard as they can push to see who will cave in the battle of the wills first

[the-widow-sisters]

Fanfic idea! Natasha and Yelena are cuddling on the bed, Yelena laying on top of her sister. Natasha attempts to make a braid in her sister's hair, who playfully keeps moving around to mess it up. Once Natasha realizes, she wrestles her baby sister down and tickles her for being a turd, and once Yelena is a giggling mess they go back to cuddling, with Natasha playfully refusing to make another braid, pretending to be mad. However, once Yelena flashes her puppy eyes at her, she gives in very easily. She runs her fingers through her hair, scratching at the back of her neck to make her shiver and giggle before making the best braid. Once she's satisfied she runs her nails over Yelena's back, who melts under the attention and eventually falls asleep in her sister's arms

Give me the fluff, I demand the fluff

A/N: Thank you for this absolutely amazing request! 🥰💕 Gosh, I’m such a huge sucker for fluffy, touchy, cuddly stuff with these two 💗

I hope you enjoy! 😊💕

Word Count: 2396

  Natasha happily relaxed on the bed, absently running her fingers through Yelena’s hair as the blonde rested her full weight on top of her. Yelena’s eyes were closed, and her nose was digging into the collar Natasha’s shirt as she took in deep breaths of the redhead.

  The both of them had gotten some time to themselves after training hard that day, and after the both of them had gotten showers, Yelena had, of course, insisted on afternoon cuddles. Natasha had at first playfully resisted, telling her that she already got morning cuddles and that she was going to get bedtime cuddles. But Yelena had pouted so much at the prospect of not getting any additional cuddles that Natasha was quick to cave to her.

  Which led them to where they currently were at this moment.

  Natasha let out a calm breath, enjoying her baby sister’s closeness and the pressure provided by her weight on top of her.

  However, a few dry tendrils of Yelena’s loosened hair kept tickling at Natasha’s nose, so she moved her hands from Yelena’s back and her head to reach up and start to braid her hair gently. Yelena hummed with appreciation, enjoying the feel of Natasha’s fingers carding through her largely damp hair as she started to braid the strands.

  Natasha could not help a slight grin as she noted the blonde’s adorable contentment. Natasha deftly wove her hair around itself, enjoying how the beautiful golden strands glinted in the light pouring into their room there at the compound. Yelena’s head was heavy against her as she pressed her face a bit more insistently against Natasha, and Natasha knew that the blonde would probably be asleep within moments.

  But as Natasha reached the halfway mark on the braid, Yelena suddenly moved, causing Natasha to mess up on the small yet intricate braid. Natasha let out a noise to gently scold the blonde for her wiggling. Yelena let out a small huff, stilling once again. Natasha smiled softly, taking out the part of the braid that she had messed up. She then proceeded to try to continue.

  She only got a little further along with the braid before Yelena suddenly moved again, her head frustratingly shifting its position. Natasha raised an eyebrow, unsure what exactly was making the blonde so terribly fidgety that day since she knew the girl ordinarily would have been almost asleep against her as a result of the ministrations that Natasha was offering her.

  “Stop moving so much. You’re messing it up,” Natasha graced the squirm with a verbal response. She could feel an odd smile against her as Yelena shifted her face up ever so slightly so that her nose grazed Natasha’s skin around the hollow of her neck. Natasha let out a light sigh before removing the sloppy parts of the braid and redoing it once again.

  However, Yelena wiggled again just before Natasha reached the end of the braid, and Natasha huffed with fond exasperation.

  “I’m starting to get the feeling you’re doing that on purpose,” Natasha commented, slight mock irritation in her voice. Yelena raised her head up, scooting so that she could comfortably rest her chin on Natasha’s chest.

  “To allegedly be the best spy in the world, you’re surprisingly dense,” Yelena commented with a wicked smirk, and Natasha narrowed her eyes a little.

  “How is it that you always manage to compliment and insult me all in one breath?” Natasha questioned.

  “Talent. It comes with being the actual best spy in the world,” Yelena shot back with a far too wide grin, and Natasha just put on her own smirk in reply to the blonde, glaring at her playfully.

  “Well, best spy in the world, anticipate this with your astute skills of observation,” Natasha teased before plunging her fingers into Yelena’s sides, going for the ribs. Yelena practically squealed with the sudden attack, snorting cackles escaping her as she tried to escape Natasha’s grasp. She rolled off of Natasha swiftly, but the redhead just followed along, pouncing on top of her and doing her best to wrestle the blonde against the bed.

  Natasha grappled with her as Yelena fought back, using the only advantage she had— brute strength. While Natasha could best her in technique, Yelena was better than Natasha in terms of plain strength. Yelena was built more stockily and more muscled that Natasha, so if she could break past Natasha’s firm hold, she could throw the redhead off of her. The problem with Natasha was that she was always far too slippery and way too good at clinging onto people like some sort of monkey-koala combo.

  “Where’re you going so fast?” Natasha questioned, her voice full of that mirth that only Yelena could pull from her, and Yelena’s eyes were sparkling brightly despite the challenge that Natasha was posing. Natasha knew that Yelena loved every minute of their wrestles and their tickle fights. Yelena was always far too pleased with the one-on-one attention that she gained as a result of it. Of course, Natasha was always happy to give that affection to the blonde.

  “I was just trying to give you a nice braid, you little turd. And how do you repay me? By being the biggest brat ever,” Natasha scolded playfully. Yelena just giggled breathlessly, trying to fight back against Natasha’s hold, Natasha smirked widely before dropping her head so that she could blow raspberries against Yelena’s cheeks and neck. Yelena tried to fight back, bucking violently against her as she struggled with laughs erupting from her.

  Natasha then dove one hand down to tickle underneath Yelena’s arms the best she could reach, still fighting to keep Yelena’s wrists clasped in her other hand. Yelena quickly jerked against her hold, trying to throw her arm back down, and Natasha could not help her laughs that mixed with Yelena’s ridiculous cackles.

  “You going to behave now?” Natasha teased, and Yelena just responded with a tired nod, a giant grin across her face. Natasha finally let go of her, releasing her from her relentless hold, and Yelena let out a deep breath, her chest heaving. Natasha smirked at her slightly before starting to move back where she was laying.

  However, to her complete surprise, Yelena suddenly launched onto her, trying to tickle her in retaliation. Natasha immediately crumpled, trying to twist around to simultaneously protect herself and to get back at Yelena. Yelena jumped over to her other side, trying to wedge her knees behind Natasha’s back to keep her from getting to her. Natasha kept trying to turn, helpless laughter falling from between her lips as she tried to fight back.

  Yelena quickly pushed Natasha over onto her front, straddling her back as she tried to crush her underneath her weight and keep her down so that she could win in this battle of the wills. Natasha, however, swiftly threw her off, and the blonde let out a strangled laugh and yelp combination as Natasha was suddenly on top of her in a flash.

  “You are singlehandedly the most stubborn, hardheaded person in the history of ever, aren’t you?” Natasha asked incredulously as she looked down at her crazy baby sister. Yelena just jutted her chin out a little in playful defiance.

  “Just trying to keep up with you, poser,” Yelena cheekily declared, and Natasha narrowed her eyes.

  She immediately dove her hand down to Yelena’s knees and lower thigh area, digging her fingers in and tickling her mercilessly. Yelena snorted hard, immediately trying to pull her legs away from Natasha’s grasp. However, Natasha remained insistent, tickling her until she could not breathe.

  Once the blonde was well and truly out of breath altogether from all the laughter, Natasha got off of her, scooting back to lean against the headboard as she grinned mischievously down at the little goofball that she loved more than life itself.

  Yelena gazed up at her adoringly, looking upside down at Natasha as she tilted her head back to look at her. She then rolled onto her stomach and crawled forward before flopping down again and placing her head in Natasha’s lap as she looked up at her as if she had hung the moon and every star in the sky.

  Natasha took hold of her face, cradling it in her grasp as she just gazed down at her lovingly. She bent down further, kissing Yelena’s head between her eyebrows. Yelena reached her hand up, grabbing at the back of Natasha’s head as she held her in place.

  Yelena finally allowed her to move away, her fingers slipping away gently as Natasha raised up. Yelena then scooted herself up and into Natasha’s lap as she wedged her way between Natasha’s legs. Natasha moved her legs apart to allow Yelena to sit between them, leaning back against her heavily. Natasha smiled just a little, her nose brushing Yelena’s cheekbone gently before she rested her head on Yelena’s shoulder and took a deep breath of her baby sister.

  There were a few moments of silence before Yelena reached down and grabbed at Natasha’s hand, playing with her fingers quietly before looking back at the older woman.

  “Can you do a bigger braid for my whole head?” Yelena asked gently, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know. Are you going to stay still this time?” Natasha questioned skeptically, pretending as if she were on the fence about doing it. Yelena nodded to her, her nose brushing the underside of Natasha’s chin as she rested her head back against Natasha’s shoulder.

  “Yeah,” Yelena replied as if it were the most obvious thing ever. Natasha let out a sigh, shaking her head as she tried to keep her playful smile at bay.

  “Hmm. I don’t think so. I saw what happened last time I tried to do something nice for you,” Natasha declared, and Yelena let out a small whine of disappointment, looking up at Natasha with those big puppy dog eyes that she so loved to take advantage of when she was not getting her way. Natasha avoided looking down at her, trying to hold out at least a little longer.

  “Don’t be mean… I’ll behave,” Yelena pleaded with her, and Natasha just huffed.

  “When have you ever behaved in your life?” Natasha questioned, part of her legitimately asking the question as she glanced barely down at the blonde. Yelena offendedly gasped at Natasha’s words.

  “What are you talking about?! I behave all the time!”

  “Yeah. Just like a few minutes ago, right?” Natasha teased in reply, and Yelena let out an impatient breath of air.

  “Just braid my hair,” Yelena demanded, pushing her head back against Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha pretended as if she were contemplating it as a grin started to spread across her face.

  Yelena kept her head tilted crazily as she moved it a little to the side to get a good look at Natasha’s face. Natasha tried quickly to cover the smile that Yelena had not been able to spot when her face was closer to Natasha’s head. Yelena’s eyes widened and she gaped at her with mock betrayal.

  “You enjoy my suffering?!” Yelena declared indignantly, and Natasha could not help but laugh. Yelena narrowed her eyes, leaning over and biting at Natasha’s chin playfully. Natasha placed her hand on the side of Yelena’s face, shoving her sideways. Yelena dramatically moved with the push, and Natasha rolled her eyes affectionately before finally giving in.

  “Okay. Just stay still this time,” Natasha finally declared as if it were some sort of giant chore. However, she knew her baby sister could hear the joking tone in her voice as the blonde tilted her head back to look at her upside down.

  Yelena raised her head back up, and Natasha nuzzled into the back of her neck gently before offering the back of her neck covered with baby hairs a gentle scratch. Yelena let out a deep breath of contentment, leaning into the attention as a grin came onto her face. Natasha then pulled her head away, taking her blunt nails and running them through Yelena’s hair, going down towards the tips of her locks. Yelena almost shivered with the feeling of the nails combing through and scraping her scalp ever so gently.

  Natasha then got to work, pulling Yelena’s hair deftly into a braid as she worked quickly and carefully. Yelena let out a low hum of happiness, enjoying the feeling of Natasha’s hands working through her hair.

  At some point, her head started to bob forward a little, the sensations feeling so good that she was almost lulled to sleep.

  “Lapochka… Little one, you’ve got to stay awake for me to do this,” Natasha whispered to her gently, and Yelena stirred just barely, straightening a bit as Natasha gave her braid a gentle tug to gain her attention. Yelena tried her best to remain upright, but Natasha could see that it was a struggle.

  Once Natasha finally finished the braid, Natasha let her hands drop as she looked at her handiwork. Yelena was immediately more conscious as she looked behind her expectantly. Natasha almost laughed at the slightly annoyed look on her face. It was obvious that the blonde was impatiently awaiting Natasha’s affections to return.

  Natasha then guided Yelena back against the bed, pushing her shoulders gently. Yelena fell back on the bed, protests immediately rising up in her throat. Natasha then scooted down, laying down where she had been when she first started braiding before Yelena decided to be a little turd. Yelena’s eyes immediately lit up, and she clambered over and on top of Natasha as she let her weight flop heavily down on the redhead, her braid cascading down her back beautifully.

  The older woman could not help her smile, and she kissed Yelena’s nose before running her hands underneath Yelena’s shirt. Yelena immediately melted into her as she nuzzled her nose into Natasha’s neck, pushing to get closer. Natasha ran her fingers along Yelena’s back, the fingernails gently scratching at her back.

  Yelena sighed deeply with contentment, and Natasha could feel more of her weight relaxing against her and pushing harder on her.

  Natasha pressed a kiss to her head, her fingers tracing words along her back affectionately as Yelena started to lose consciousness in favor of snoozing in pure bliss.

  “I love you.”

  “Mm… Love you, too.”