#my own little crotch goblin 🥰🥺

[nostlagiac]

So guys I had a baby 😂

[the-widow-sisters]

Hello! I know you prob hear it all the time, but DAM YOUR FICS ARE GOOD! I'm not usre if you have seen this video, https://youtu.be/pg1iUWS6_2g

The entire thing is adorable and i love Scarlett and Flornces relationship, I really think it shines through in the movie! But, if you skip to about 5:23 and just watch Scarletts face as Florence talks its clear she adores Florence.

And so that gave me an idea! (Uh oh, beware.) Maybe Yelena and Natasha could be at the compound at Natasha watches as Yelena does something super childish or adorable and is caught literally just gazing at her little sister by like Clint or someone and they poke fun at her for it. Yelena overhears and being the protective little urchin she is, shuts down whoever was 'making fun' of Natasha. Ending in lots of cuddles!

Totally do not feel pressured to do this! Unlike me, you probably have a life!😂 I just wanna let you know that you're truly an amzing author and i refresh Tumblr everyday just to see if you've posted! Keep up the amazing work!!!💝

A/N: Thank you so, so much!!! That means the absolute world to hear, and I am so, so glad that you like my fics 🥺💗 It's always the greatest gift in the world to know that I have managed to bring a bit of enjoyment to someone with one of my fics 💕

Yes! I have seen that video! It's one of my favorite Scarlett and Florence vids, and I think their friendship is absolutely adorable. It is so clear that they both love each other so much. Florence was so cuddly and it was the cutest thing ever 🥺 And Scarlett was looking at Florence like she hung the moon and that always makes me smile 💕

And thank you for this request! Gosh, I enjoyed writing this one so much! 😂💖 I recently learned about the term crotch-goblin (I know, call me behind with the times or a fossil 🤣) and this was the perfect opportunity for me to use it 😂

I hope you enjoy! 🥰 Have a wonderful day!

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“Move over, Peter Tingle! Are you trying to get in my way?!” Yelena demanded, glaring at Peter as she shoved him over into his spot. There was a beat of silence before he replied to her.

“No!” Peter finally squeaked in reply, and Yelena’s eyes widened as she smacked him in the shoulder roughly with her own.

“You hesitated!” Yelena accused indignantly, and Peter let out a surprised noise akin to a yelp as he barely glanced at Yelena before returning his attentions to the screen before him.

“No, I didn’t! I was focusing and it took me a minute to answer you!” Peter cried, and Yelena narrowed her eyes, looking over at him as she furrowed her brow.

“LIAR! You sabotaging little sh—”

“WHOO!!! POWER UP!!!” Peter shouted at the top of his lungs, interrupting her, and Yelena swiftly refocused to concentrate on winning against Peter.

“How do you turn the car? I’m going the wrong way!” Kate helplessly questioned, but Yelena and Peter were so busy trying to win against one another that they did not hear her. Kate let out a deep breath, trying to figure out the answer to her own question.

Natasha barely held back her laugh in response to the three sitting there before on the couch.

Natasha was currently perched on the back of the couch as she watched the group very aggressively playing some racing game on Peter’s console. She was sipping on some green tea as she attempted to avoid Yelena’s aggressive movements from where she was directly in front of her on the couch. Her green tea had threatened to spill multiple times because of Yelena jerking backwards and smacking her in the legs. Natasha was beginning to think that if the tea spilled and landed on Yelena’s head, it would serve her right. Especially since the stuff was not that hot anymore.

“You’re just going to have to wait, Kate Bishop, I’m busy trying to win!” Yelena growled in reply as she tried to move around Peter’s trap he had left in his wake. Natasha chuckled, grinning at Yelena despite the fact that she felt a bit of sympathy for Kate and could understand the brunette’s cluelessness about the video game.

Natasha never usually played games herself, but she oftentimes would watch Yelena when she did, finding great enjoyment in watching the entertaining show that was Yelena when she was aggravated with the video game.

“What’s all the yelling in here?” a voice suddenly piped up, and Natasha looked back to see Clint coming into the room. She grinned at him before looking at the television screen before them where Peter and Yelena were going neck and neck.

“Hi, Clint!” Kate immediately stopped paying any attention to her car on the screen as she looked up at Clint, her eyes positively sparkling as he stopped next to Natasha, leaning on his elbows on the top of the couch.

Natasha found it positively adorable how Kate had such an obvious crush on Clint. However, she also felt terrible for the girl knowing that it was such an impossible thing. But she knew that Kate would likely eventually get over it.

Hopefully.

“Looks like you’re going in the wrong direction, Kate. As usual,” Clint commented with the barest hints of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and Kate rolled her eyes with a groan, redirecting her gaze to the screen. Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, bumping into his shoulder with her own with a grin, and he just smiled back at her, his expression softening a little.

“Look, I know how to play real games! Like RPGs and first-person shooters are my thing. Virtual car racing’s hard! I’m stuck and I can’t figure out how to turn this contraption around!” Kate whined just a little, and Clint rolled his eyes, reaching down around her and taking the controller from her with his arms barely brushing her shoulder.

Natasha did not miss how Kate froze for a moment, staring at Clint as he proceeded to maneuver the car in the right direction and get it going for her. He then handed it back to her. She took it from him sheepishly, her eyes lingering on his bicep as he withdrew his arm.

“Thanks,” Kate laughed goofily and somewhat awkwardly as she hesitantly turned her attentions back to the television screen.

Natasha almost laughed at the fact that he had not even noticed Kate’s crush yet. Natasha knew that no matter how much she told him, he would never believe her. Especially since he saw Kate as a protégée and maybe even a daughter figure.

“So… Peter and Yelena are back at it again?” Clint questioned, and Natasha nodded in reply.

“Of course. Would you expect anything less?” Natasha chuckled, and Clint raised an eyebrow as he took in the sight of the screen.

“Yelena and Peter are tied as usual?” Clint asked curiously.

“They’ve been tied every single race,” Natasha answered with a smile, sipping her tea, and Clint nodded, impressed at the two of them and their skills at video game driving.

“He’s cheating, Clinton! Don’t let poser trick you into thinking that he earned this spot legitimately!” Yelena griped angrily, and Natasha just snorted in reply. Peter let out a noise of protest, not taking his eyes off of the game despite the fact that Natasha could see how much he wanted to.

“It’s not fair! You have a lot more time to play this thing than I do!” Peter defended himself and Natasha could see the pure wrath in Yelena’s gaze as she glared over at Peter in the midst of her competitive haze that was clouding her every thought and feeling.

“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER, IF YOU ARE IMPLYING THAT I HAVE NO LIFE OUTSIDE OF THIS GAME, I WILL—”

“I wasn’t!!! I just meant that school and superheroing keeps me from playing all that much!!!” he screeched in reply, clearly terrified of Yelena and what she might do to him after they finished their match. Yelena drifted her car, ramming into the side of Peter’s as she tried to win against him. Natasha snorted at Yelena’s use of offense.

“That’s cheating!” Peter yelped, and Yelena rolled her eyes, keeping her attention concentrated on the digital road.

“No more than you moving your fat, curly head in the way! Seriously, brush that stuff every once in a while!” Yelena jabbed, and Peter yelped as he tried to evade her elbow coming toward him as she maneuvered the controller. Natasha, however, knew that Yelena was not aiming to do anything to him at all. This was their mode of operation any time that the both of them played video games together.

Honestly, the way that Yelena interacted with Peter melted Natasha’s heart since she knew that the blonde had the biggest soft spot in the world for him. He was similar to a little brother to her even though she would never ever admit it. Natasha knew that she would always come first in Yelena’s world, but she was glad to know that Yelena was such a strong, loyal watchdog for Peter.

“And how did you end up with these animals, Kate?” Clint asked, and Kate just sighed as she kept accidentally ramming the side of her car into the guard rails as she attempted drifting.

“I don’t know… It looked fun before they started trying to kill each other,” Kate explained, and Yelena and Peter both paused for just a moment, looking at her oddly in between glancing back at their individual cars. Kate looked back at them, a little startled by the sudden attention explicitly centered on her.

“We’re not trying to kill each other,” Yelena told her, seeming completely and utterly offended at the implication that they had malicious intent toward one another. Peter seemed almost as affronted as Yelena as he glanced at Kate in between driving.

“Yeah, we’re having fun,” he expressed solemnly, but he was quickly interrupted as Yelena shot up and off of the couch as her car crossed the finish line just before Peter’s.

“YES!!! EAT THAT!!! I WON!!!” Yelena shouted victoriously, fist-pumping ridiculously, and Natasha felt a growing smile on her face as she looked at her baby sister.

“You owe me a slushie, you little crotch-goblin!” Yelena cackled gleefully and Peter’s eyes widened as he gaped at her. Kate immediately snorted, apparently understanding the phrase as she laughed hard. Natasha just quirked an eyebrow, wincing slightly at the words. However, it did not manage to wipe the grin away as she felt her heart swelling with love.

“What does that even mean?!” he yelped embarrassedly, and Yelena started pulling some sort of insane dance moves from the Just Dance game that she so often enjoyed playing. They were poorly executed, but Natasha was still smiling so widely that her cheeks were hurting.

“Look it up in the Urban Dictionary!” Yelena waved him off, continuing to brush off her shoulder as she made an entire dance out of it, moving ridiculously and way too confidently considering her skill level at freestyle dance. Natasha just laughed under her breath at the girl, her eyes glued onto the girl as her heart swelled enormously in her chest.

“Y’know, that really does explain a lot of your vocabulary,” Kate admitted, barely holding herself together as she cracked up.

It was times like this with Yelena that Natasha just wanted to hold her in her arms and squish her adorable cheeks, kissing them a thousand times. Yelena was just so adorably excited about her victory, and she would glance at Natasha every few moments to check that she was watching and that she was approving of her win. Natasha felt a warmth building within her as she gazed at the most important person in her life.

“And you pick on me for being a softie,” Clint quipped, and Natasha looked over at the man as he smirked at her widely. Natasha rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Shut up,” Natasha chuckled.

“The biggest softie in the land? Right here,” he continued, and Natasha pretended to ignore him as she shook her head and sipped what was left of her tea.

“Seriously. What happened to the big, mean Black Widow I knew? All I see now is the Itsy, Bitsy Spider,” Clint joked with a much too pleased grin, and Natasha shot him a mock glare that he only seemed to be amused by as she moved to place her tea on the table near the couch.

“That would make you Little Miss Muffet, then, wouldn’t it, Barton?” Yelena immediately spoke up, and Natasha was surprised at how quickly Yelena was standing on the couch and moving into Clint’s space. Clint looked a little shocked himself, and Natasha suddenly realized how Yelena was shielding Natasha protectively, ensuring that her body was between Natasha and Clint. She was not kidding at all, and her hackles were raised as she stared him down with a fire in her eyes.

Kate and Peter had silenced themselves and there was a deafening quiet that remained uninterrupted until Yelena spoke up again.

“Have you ever seen the part where the spider sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet away?” Yelena questioned, a threat in her voice, and it was clear to Natasha that Yelena obviously had gotten immensely offended about Clint’s words toward Natasha. Although Clint had been joking, Yelena had obviously not fully realized that, or the words had irritated her anyway.

Yelena had the strangest limits when it came to picking on people and teasing them, and it was all fun and games until that line was crossed. Apparently, Clint had taken a big step over her invisible line. Of course, there was also the fact that no one was allowed to pick on, aggravate, or jab at Natasha unless it was Yelena doing it.

“I was joking, Yelena, calm down,” Clint told her, a serious tone in his voice despite the calm, teasing overlay. Yelena just stared at him wordlessly for a moment, and Natasha brought her hand up to touch Yelena’s back gently. Yelena’s eyes immediately softened and her posture relaxed as Natasha just smiled at her softly. There was a moment more of tension before Yelena just scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, watch yourself or I’m going to whoop your tuffet,” Yelena grumbled, but her tone was considerably more lighthearted than it had been.

“Is that something on Urban Dictionary, too?” Peter piped up, the pressure broken as Yelena returned to her ordinary self, and Kate laughed nervously in reply to his words, slowly loosening after the confrontation that had just transpired. Yelena just scoffed at him, waving a dismissive hand at him as she sat back down on the couch.

“Bah. Urban Dictionary wishes it could think of something that cool. That was a Belova Wordbook special,” Yelena assured him, and Natasha shared a quick glance with Clint. He nodded understandingly, a sympathy shining in his eyes.

Natasha had been just as defensive of Clint until she learned to relax just a little more. However, she still was pretty protective of him when anyone else besides her picked on him, though.

Natasha then lowered herself on the couch just behind Yelena, moving so that her legs were on either side of Yelena. Yelena froze for just a moment at the touch, but as soon as she recognized Natasha, she relaxed. Yelena wasted no time in leaning back against her as she settled in to start another game with Peter.

“What do you say to another round, Peter Tingle?” Yelena offered, and Peter shrugged, nodding quickly.

“Sure!”

“What about you, Katie?” Yelena questioned, extending the invitation to the brunette.

“I don’t think—wait, don’t call me Katie,” Kate stopped mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes at Yelena. Yelena smirked widely as she watched Kate mischievously.

“But no, I don’t think I’m going to go for another round of this stuff. It’s too violent for me,” Kate commented, widening her eyes a bit as she turned off her controller and left the game.

“Says Miss Call of Duty,” Clint quipped as he started to leave the room, and Kate looked back at him with a playful glare as she got up to pursue him as he headed out, her arguing with him about why car racing was worse than military shooters.

As Yelena started to customize and choose her car, Natasha leaned in, kissing Yelena’s cheek as she rested her chin on Yelena’s shoulder. She then moved her lips so that they were near Yelena’s ear so she could speak to her softly.

“Vse v poryadke, sladkaya devochka. Tebe ne nuzhno zashchishchat' menya ot nego,”1Natasha assured her gently, and Yelena moved her head to the side to touch her cheek against Natasha’s face.

“Nikto ne pridirayetsya k tebe, krome menya,”2 Yelena whispered firmly, and Natasha felt a smile tugging at her lips as she pressed her nose to Yelena’s face, closing her eyes.

She truly treasured this person more than anything in her whole life. Yelena was her world and would always protect her no matter what.

And Natasha would always protect her.

(1) "It's okay sweet girl. You don't need to protect me from him."

(2) "Nobody picks at you but me."