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“Hello. Hello, hello, hello,” You repeated, walking through the door of Natasha’s apartment after she had called you in.
“Hey.” Natasha smiled happily, jogging over from the bassinet in the living room where Dianca lay to give you a hug in greeting. “Oh, I’ve missed you. How are you?”
“Good, good.” You nodded. “I missed you both.”
“Well, we missed you too.”
“Gross!” came a yell from the kitchen. Peaking over, You spotted Natasha’s blonde sister.
“Hi, Yelena!”
“Where’s my niece?” Wanda came running in through the door that you had left open for her. Heading straight for the crib.
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully at your friend.
“Sorry,” you said, “There really was no stopping her from coming.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” The red-head shook her head softly, “I honestly find it so sweet.”
“I’m Dianca’s favourite, though,” Yelena spoke, walking up to where Wanda was leaning over the bassinet. After placing a pie onto the kitchen table and handing a slice over to her sister.
“In your dreams.” Wanda smiled over her shoulder.
“God, get a room.”
“Really?” Natasha asked through a mouth full of pie, “I was gonna say ‘catfight’.”
The red-head’s smile fell, and her eyebrows scrunched up as she coughed deeply.
“Nat, you okay?”
“I. I don’t know. Yelena, what’s in this pie?” she asked, pointing down at the partially eaten pie with her fork.
“Uh, why?” Yelena turned to look at her sister, counting off on her fingers as she listed the items she had used to bake the green pie, “There’s Butter, flour, it can’t be eggs; you ate them this morning. Kiwi, Lime-”
“Ki- Kiwi?” Natasha asked urgently. Eyes wide and filled with contained panic. “I thought this was a key lime pie?”
“What, no? That’s boring. I made a kiwi lime pie.”
“Oh, so you’re trying to kill me.”
“What?”
“I’m allergic to kiwi,” Natasha spoke clearly. To which Yelena scoffed at.
“What? No, you’re not. You’re allergic to lobster, sunflower seeds, and- Oh my, God! Mom’s gonna kill me!”
“You’re gonna kill me!”
“What the fuck?” you asked, as Wanda looked on worriedly, “Are you gonna be okay?”
“My tongue’s swelling up.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, we need to go to the hospital,” Yelena said, rushing about, grabbing everything they may need for a trip to the hospital, “Everything’s gonna be fine. You just need a shot.”
Natasha made a fearful noise, trying to speak with her swelling muscle, but it came out as more of a mumble, “No. No, it’s fine. It’s getting much better. Let’s watch a movie.”
“Get your coat on now,” Yelena ordered, pointing at the red-head’s jacket handing by the door.
“What. What about Dianca?” Natasha tried again, hoping to get out of going to the hospital, “We can’t bring her with us.”
“We can take care of her,” you spoke up, pointing between you and a nodding Wanda.
Natasha looked at you as if you had betrayed her deepest trust. All the while her blonde sister dragged her from the home. Grabbing the jacket on her way out, yelling a 'thank you’ to you both. Before the door slammed shut behind them.
“Well,” you stated, turning to face Wanda as the baby cooed behind you, “This is gonna be fun.”
—
Entering Thor and Valkyrie’s place, you were met with a small gathering of your friends.
“Hey, we’re just popping in for a little while before we head out again. Wanda wants to take Dianca out for a walk or something?” You turned to the brunette with a questioning look upon your face.
“Oh!” Thor smiled, “Well, let me have a hold of my niece, then! I haven’t seen her in such a long time!”
“You saw her a couple weeks ago?” you questioned, to deaf ears, as he scooped the child up into this arms, cooing at her.
“Who’s the weeny-girl?” he asked, making you furrow your brows at him, “Who’s the weeny-weeny-Dianca girl?”
“What the hell are you on?”
“Yes! Oh, don’t cry.”
Little heaving cries filled the room as the child began to sob. Thor’s face growing more and more terrified as the cries continued on.
“Don’t cry. Why is she still crying?” he turned to you, worried fear in his eyes.
“Here.” You gestured for the child. “Lemme hold her. She’s probably just uncomfortable.”
As soon as you got Dianca in your arms, she calmed down almost instantly. Being soothed by the rocking motion you were doing and the small pats to her back.
“There. See. Dianca’s fine now.”
“Maybe it’s me. It’s me, isn’t it?” the blonde man asked.
“Or,” Valkyrie spoke behind him, “It’s because they’re her parent.”
“Oh, ha, ha,” you replied sarcastically.
“It’s true, though.” She shrugged, raising her arms. “You haven’t gotten the birth certificate sorted out yet, and I don’t think you want to. I don’t think Natasha does either.”
“Listen. We’re giving it a trial run, okay?” Valkyrie was about to say something before you cut her off before she could, “Not the whole parenting thing! Just…” You sighed softly. “I bonded with the kid. I was there the whole time as she was born. I want to see her, Y'know? We’re still fixing the birth certificate. It’s just… you can’t really move past something like this, as if it were nothing.”
“Aha… that sounds kinda like a parent to me.”
Rolling your eyes at the woman, you handed her back to Thor, who was anxiously waiting to hold her again.
Wanda apparently, wasn’t the only one with baby fever. She just had it way more than the burly man.
But as soon as the girl was placed into his arms, she started bawling again.
“Can I see something?” Pietro asked, coming forward, taking the girl from Thor’s arms.
Leaning back and away from Thor, with Dianca in his arms, the girl stopped crying. Moving towards him, she started crying again. Pietro repeated this move another time, getting the exact same results.
“Cool!” Tony laughed behind you.
“She hates me,” Thor stated, “My niece hates me.”
“At least you have Monica,” you told him.
“Yeah!” Tony exclaimed excitedly, coming around the couch, hopping on the spot as he continued, “Let’s get her over here and see if she does the same exact thing!”
“Anyway, where’s Nat?” Valkyrie asked, “You don’t normally have her alone. You two are normally acting all lovey-dovey.”
“We do not-!” You paused, breathing deeply for a second, as she looked at you smugly, “We do not act lovey-dovey.”
“Ha!” Tony yelled dryly.
“She had an allergic reaction to something Yelena made and had to go to the hospital,” Wanda answered the question for you.
“Aw, no, is she okay?” Thor asked.
“She’ll be fine. Her tongue swelled up. She probably just has to get a shot.”
“Yeah, that would have made it really hard to make out with her,” Valkyrie teased.
You groaned, throwing your head back as Wanda tugged at your shirt sleeve.
“Come on, Y/N, let’s head out.”
“Right, Right. See you guys later.”
“Wait up! I’m gonna tag along!” Pietro called, trailing after you and Wanda as you exited through the door.
“You know, I don’t think we have enough stuff,” you spoke, walking down the street, a baby carrier with a teddy bear sitting in it, strapped against your chest, bags thrown over your shoulders.
Dianca nestled up against Wanda’s chest as the brunette carried her along the street, a backpack filled with baby supplies, upon her own back. Pietro, taking up the rear, pushing along the pushchair. A plastic frame was haphazardly thrown over one shoulder.
“Did you remember to pack the baby’s anvil?”
“I just don’t want to need something and not have it.”
“You even brought the breast pump, Wanda,” you pointed out.
“We may need it.”
“None of us can make milk!”
“Wanda, give me the baby,” Pietro hissed over, gaze focused upon a woman advancing your way, eyes set on the child.
You suddenly realized why Pietro wanted to come with.
“Oh no,” Wanda replied, a smirk upon her face as she watched the strange woman, obviously attracted to her, just like her brother, “I got her.”
“Hello,” the woman cooed to the baby, gaining the same thing back from the twins, as you came to stand behind Wanda.
“Who’s this pretty girl?”
“Well, don’t think me immodest. But me?”
“Oh, God,” you muttered, rolling your eye’s at Wanda’s words.
“You wanna smell her?” Pietro slid in, a giddy aura about him, thinking this was his genius way in.
“I assume we’re talking about the baby, now.”
Pietro was silent for a few long seconds, just staring at the woman.
“Oh, yeah! She’s got that great baby smell.” He reached over, gently pulling Dianca’s hat off, “Get a whiff of her head.”
The woman leaned in, taking a deep breath of the baby’s scent, before pulling away. Eyes closed and hand pressed against her chest.
“I think my uterus just skipped a beat.”
The twins shared a glance, coming to the conclusion that the child was the ultimate 'babe magnet’, as you watched on.
“I think it’s great that you’re doing this.” The woman now pointed between yourself and Wanda. “My brother and his boyfriend have been trying to adopt for a while now. What agency did you go to?”
“What?” Pietro asked, humour in his voice.
“Oh no.” Wanda shook her head. “We’re not together.”
“Yeah. Y/N. Tell her how you had the baby.”
The woman followed Pietro’s line of sight, straight to you.
“I uh…”
“They walked into a hospital one day and put their name down on a random baby’s birth certificate.”
Her eye’s widened, and she took a step back. Obviously shocked by Wanda’s admission.
“That’s- That’s not how it happened,” you rushed to explain before the woman could run off and alert the police. “I helped a woman give birth, and the midwife accidentally put my name down on the birth certificate. We’re getting it sorted out.”
The stranger’s eyes went down slightly, but still, she pointed over her shoulder.
“I’m. I’m just gonna go now.”
“Well done, guys. You freaked out the woman you were trying to hit on.”
“Worth it, to see you like that.” Wanda smiled.
“Speaking of,” Pietro began, knowingly, “How come you weren’t hitting on her too?”
“Because she has a red-head at home she’s infatuated with,” Wanda answered her brother, beginning to move around you.
“Okay, that’s it. Give me my daughter.”
Swiftly, you plucked Dianca from Wanda’s arms and walked past her.
“You just called her your daughter!”
“No, I didn’t!”
Yes, you did.
—
“Please don’t tell mom. She’ll kill me.”
“I have to be able to thpeak to tell her,” Natasha slurred back through her swollen tongue.
“You know what I mean!”
Yelena was starting to panic now at the thought of what Melina would do to her when she found out.
Natasha, on the other hand, was panicking for a whole other reason. And was fine letting her sister stew in her impending doom.
“The doctor will be in with you soon,” the nurse said, before leaving the room, only succeeding in making Natasha’s panic spike.
“I can’t. I can’t believe I have to take a shot. I’m not taking a shot,” Natasha said, hastily shaking her head.
“Okay. Okay.” Yelena came over now, placing her hand’s onto her sister’s arms. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Maybe- Maybe they can like thquirt it in my mouth or something, like a gun.”
Before Yelena could try to speak more words of comfort to her sister and Natasha could come up with more crazy alternatives to taking a shot, the doctor walked in.
“Hello, I’m Dr Cho,” she introduced herself, “I hear someone’s been having an allergic reaction.”
At Natasha’s small groan in reply, Yelena rushed towards the woman, who was currently filling a syringe.
“Uh, Dr Cho, can I have a word, please?” Pulling the woman to the side, she spoke lowly as Natasha started to pace behind them. “My sister has a slight fear of needles.”
Just then, Natasha called over, “Did you tell her about the thquirt gun idea?”
The blonde forced a smile and raised a finger towards her, turning back to the doctor.
“Is there any way this could be treated orally?”
“No.” The woman shook her head, “Under these circumstances, it has to be an injection, and it has to be now.”
“Tho?” Natasha called over again, a hopeful look spread across her face.
Yeah.
The swelling was definitely getting worse.
With a sorry chuckle and a shake of Yelena’s head, Natasha’s face fell, a whine pouring through her mouth as she flopped back down onto her chair.
“Uh, the doctor says it’s got to be a needle. You’re just gonna have to be brave, okay? Can you do that for me?” Yelena spoke, coming back to her sister, hands rubbing against her shoulder comfortingly.
The red-head nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. Okay, good.” Yelena smiled properly now, hope swelling within her at the possibility of their mother never finding out. “You wanna squeeze my hand?” she offered as the doctor began rolling up Natasha’s sleeve.
“Yes,” she confirmed, talking her sister’s hand, gripping it tightly.
“Okay, Nat, don’t squeeze it so hard.”
Doctor Cho came closer with the needle, making Natasha tighten her hand harder around Yelena’s.
The younger sibling’s voice was sterner now,“ Honey, really. Don’t squeeze it so hard.”
Natasha grunted as the needle was inserted into her skin, crushing Yelena’s hand.
“Oh, Nat! Let go of my hand!” she cried, buckling forward thanks to the pain.
Yeah.
Melina was so gonna kill her.
—
“Did not call her my daughter.”
“Did too.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Wanda was trailing behind you during your childish argument. Pietro, still “scoping out women” as you walked.
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Did no-”
“Hey, hey, guys.” The silver-haired man rushed up to stand between you both, pointing out two attractive women. “Look at that talent.”
“Oh yeah, Pietro. Point at them. That’s not creepy at all,” you sassed.
However, before you knew it, you were being pulled along to catch up to the women stepping onto the bus, the twins yelling for said but to 'wait for them’.
“Guy’s. I'm really not comfortable with this. And I’m sure Natasha would kill you two, then me, if she ever found out.”
“Then we’ll just never have to tell her,” Pietro replied.
And before you knew it, you were sat on the bus. Dianca, now strapped in her car seat, resting on the seat beside Pietro.
“Hey, you,” one of the women cooed to the child, “She’s just adorable.”
“Okay, but can you tell her that? Because she thinks she looks too pink.”
“You’re an idiot,” you told the man, who shot you a quick glare.
Lucky for him and Wanda, the women were chuckling at his joke.
“So, what are you guys out doing today?”
“Oh, you know, not much.” Wanda shrugged. “Just getting some fresh air.”
“Yeah. Just like we love taking care of our niece-”
“Am I invisible or some shit?”
“-We also love being healthy.”
“Says the man who asks for "extra grease” on his pizza.“
"We just really care,” Wanda finished for her brother.
“And using a baby to pick up women,” you mumbled, gaining an elbow to the ribs from the brunette.
“Oh, there’s our stop.” The first girl pointed out.
Pietro smiled brightly, putting on an almost excited voice, “Get outta here! This is our stop too.”
“You guy’s live around here, too?”
You looked around at the scenery outside.
You had never been there in your life.
“Yeah!” Wanda perked up now.
“Oh yeah, sure. We live in the building by the uh,” Pietro stumbled over his words, quickly pointing randomly out of the window, “Sidewalk.”
“Oh, well, that sure does narrow it down a little,” you said, walking to exit the bus once it came to a stop. Calling back to Pietro, who was still fawning over the women, over your shoulder, “Rember to grab Dianca.”
“I will.”
The breeze blew against your face. Suddenly, you were thankful that you had slit Dianca’s hat back onto her head the second you sat down on the bus.
“Hey, look, since we’re like neighbours and all, what do you say we uh, get together for a drink?”
“Sure! You wanna go to Peggy’s?” One of the girls replied to the boy.
“Oh, sure, they love us over there.” Wanda smiled.
You were blanking pretty much everything they were saying, just wanting them to hurry up and schedule their date so that this could be over.
Dianca needed feeding in a couple of hours.
“Uh, hey, where’s your baby?”
Now that.
That caught your attention.
“What?”
All three of you looked into the empty pushchair, where she should be sitting, only to find it empty.
The look you shot at Pietro was one that could kill, and you would be acting on that look if you didn’t sprint after the moving bus, the twins hot on your heels.
“I told you to grab her!”
“I forgot!”
“After a second?!”
“Dianca! Dianca!” Wanda yelled.
“Oh, that’s great!” you snapped back at her, “Maybe she’ll hear you and pull the cord!”
“Stop the bus!” the three of you yelled in unison, “Wait! Wait!”
The sight you came to next was one that sealed your death.
Three busses pulling up to a slow drive beside one another.
“Do either of you remember what graffiti was on it?” Wanda panted.
Natasha was so gonna kill you.
She’s gonna kill you dead.
“Fuck!”
—
“Are you sure she didn’t break it?” Yelena asked in a pained voice, “Because it really hurts.”
“No.” Doctor Cho shook her head, walking over towards the x-ray screen. “It’s just a good bone bruise. And right here.” She pointed at one of the finger bones with the end of her pen. “Is the puncture wound from your ring.”
“I’m sorry,” Natasha apologised, “But, I guess you could consider this revenger for poisoning me.”
“That was an accident,” Yelena pointed out.
“And so was this. So. So,” The red-head repeated happily,“ Hey, I got my ’S’s back!”
“Yes, congratulations… please don’t tell mom.”
“We’ll see.”
“You’re a bitch.”
—
“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” Wanda repeated into the phone while waiting for someone to answer, “Hello? Transit authority? Yes, hello. I’m doing research for a book-”
You would be on the phone talking to them right now, but Wanda had gotten there first. Not to mention you were worried out of your mind for the child.
“-And I was wondering what someone might do if they left a baby on a city bus. Yes, I do realize that would be a very stupid character.” Wanda glared at her brother, the man pulling the phone away from her, to speak down the line himself.
“Hey, okay, here’ the deal. We lost a car seat on a bus today. It’s white plastic, with a handle, with a colourful pattern, and it fits in a little stroller. Oh, and there’s a baby in it.”
You turned to glower at the man.
What a fucking idiot.
Pietro reached out to hand the phone back to Wanda.
“He wants to talk to you again.”
But before the woman could take it back, you grabbed it.
“Hi. Baby’s parent here. The dumbass that just got off the phone with you left my kid on the bus. And I don’t have a fucking clue what to do. You’ve gotta help me.”
The man sighed, practically feeling the worry and anxiety pouring from you. “Come down to the station. She should be here when you arrive.”
You thanked the man as soon as he gave you the address, leaving you to turn around and hail a cab.
“Taxi!”
The three of you rushed into the building, where the man on the phone stood behind a reception desk.
“Is she here?! Is she here?!” you all asked at once.
“She’s here,” he replied sternly and with a nod, watching as the three of you hugged in relieved celebration.
“I’m assuming one of you is the parent from the phone.”
“That’s me.”
“I’m them,” Wanda and Pietro spoke at the same time, confusing the man as they looked at one another.
“They’re both idiots. And twins,” you explained, “I’m the person from the phone. She’s my kid.”
“I am going to need some proof.”
“Right, right. Of course.”
Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out Dianca’s birth certificate and your driver’s licence.
It was lucky that you had her birth certificate on you.
The original plan for the day -before everything went to chaos- was that you were going to go down to city hall and work on getting your name removed from it.
You watched as the man checked through everything, the twins watching anxiously behind you.
“Okay.” He nodded, handing the two forms of ID back to you. “You’ll need to fill out some paperwork, though.”
“Okay.” You nodded now, pointing behind you with your thumb, “Can they go grab her while I fill them out?”
Natasha my kill you when she finds out about this.
But you were so gonna get your revenge on Pietro.
—
“We’re gonna flip for the baby?!”
'They’re gonna do what now?’
The twins had taken too long, and you had finished the paperwork before they even got back, so you decided to find out what was taking them so long.
And, most importantly, get your child back.
“You got a better idea?” Pietro asked.
“Let me get a coin.”
They were both as bad as the other, as far as you were concerned.
You walked into the room just as Pietro was smiling at his win. And his sister was looking at him in anger.
“We have to assign heads to something!”
“Right. Okay, okay, uh.” Pietro clapped his hands together. “Ducks is heads, because… ducks… have heads!”
“What kind of scary-ass clowns came to your birthday?” you asked, causing the two to jump before stepping forward, “What’s taking you guys so long?”
“We don’t know which one Dianca is,” Wanda admitted abashedly.
“Was she wearing ducks of clowns?”
“She was wearing ducks,” you told them, reaching out to pick up the duck wearing child.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
'Well, not anymore!’
—
Back at Natasha’s apartment, she and Yelena sat side by side on the sofa, waiting for you to get back from wherever you had gone to, with her daughter.
“Even though you poisoned me. I really wanna thank you for being there for me today,” the red-head said, reaching over to hold Yelena’s forearm, “And I’m sorry I almost broke your hand.”
“And, once again, I’m sorry for poisoning you. Please, don’t tell mom.”
Natasha chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Oh, thank God!” Yelena flopped back into her seat, fully released, as Natasha continued to laugh at her dramatics.
“Hey. You remember that time mom was teaching us how to sew a tear, and I jammed the needle into your hand as soon as her back was turned?”
“Remember it?” Yelena asked sceptically, raising her hand up and pointing to an area on it, “I have a dip in my skin from it.”
Natasha snorted as she ran her fingers over it.
“Wait, what about that time, during Halloween, where I pelted you with mini pumpkins from my bedroom window?”
“Yeah, that fucking killed. Remember the time I pushed you too hard on the swings, and you went flying and hit your head on the ground?”
“No.” Yelena said slowly, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to remember, “But I remember people telling me about it.”
“I hope Dianca has a little sister,” Natasha spoke randomly.
“I hope she can kick her ass.”
“Like you could ever kick my ass.”
“You wanna go?” Yelena turned to her sister on the couch.
Natasha mirrored her.
“You wanna try me?”
It was silent for a few moments before laughter filled the room, and both sisters fell back into the couch cushions. Natasha, nudging the blonde with her elbow to continue their prior conversation.
“How about that time I cut the legs off of your Malibu Barbie?”
“That was you?!”
Natasha’s eyes widened at the fact that Yelena never knew what she thought was obvious and common knowledge.
“They- They were infected.” The blonde looked at her with a blank face. “She wouldn’t have made it. I saved her life.”
You never knew what it felt like to be walking to your impending doom until this very moment.
Natasha was gonna kill you.
And you had to make your peace with that.
Dianca had not left your sight since you left the building, her now strapped into the carrier strapped to your chest fast asleep before she would soon awake for dinner.
“Are you really gonna tell her?” Pietro asked from behind you, pushing along teddy in the stroller.
“Yes. I'm really gonna tell her.”
“Are you… are you gonna tell her everything?”
“What? That you were the one who left her on the bus because you and Wanda were using her to try and pick up women.” You turned to look at them, almost like a parent scolding their kids. “Yes.”
“But why?” the man whined as you began making your way down the hallway towards Natasha’s apartment.
“Because I can’t hide something like this from her.”
“She’s going to kill me.”
“Yeah, well. That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Wanda was glad she wasn’t in Pietro -or your- position. There was a less likelihood of her being Natasha’s main target.
Gripping the door handle, you twisted it, easing your way through, only to spit Natasha and Yelena sitting on the sofa. The twin’s trailing in behind you, the same anxious looks on their faces as the one you were trying to hide on yours.
“Hi,” Natasha greeted with a smile.
“There’s my niece!” Yelena popped up, pulling the child from where she was strapped to your chest. “Aww, the little baby girl.”
“Hello, my beautiful girl,” Natasha spoke, “Are you almost ready for dinner time?”
“Yes,” the twins celebrated behind you, at the fact that you had obviously picked the right kid because Natasha would have noticed otherwise. Mothers intuition and all. But what they didn’t realise was that attention would be brought to them.
Wanda quickly saved them, pointing across the room at the small dining table, “There’s still pie!”
Shaking her head at the two, the red-head returned her attention to her child, as she started crying, “Oh, I know, honey. Let mommy change your diaper first, then you can have dinner. Did you have fun with Y/N, auntie Wanda and Uncle Pietro today?”
“Oh, yeah.” Pietro smiled, “She rode on the bus today.”
Wanda and yourself shot glares at the silver-haired man, who apparently couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Why were you on the bus?” Yelena asked curiously.
“No reason.” Wanda shrugged. “Just thought she might like it.”
“Natasha 'awed’, "Who’s my big girl, riding the bu-” She was quiet for a few moments, “Hey, question? Why does it say 'property of human services’ on her butt?” she lifted Dianca, showing everyone the big, bold letters printed on the back of her diaper.
“Uh.”
“Fuck.”
“You. You are gonna love this.”
Natasha handed her child to a just as fuming Yelena. Before starting to stride her way over to you.
“Wait-! Wait-! It wasn’t me! He left her on the bus!” you pointed at Pietro.
“Hey!”
“You. Did. What?” the red-head turned to the boy. Then looking back to you, knowing you’re the only one she was going to get an answer from. “Why?”
“They were trying to use Dianca to pick up women.”
“What?!”
“That’s actually pretty smart,” Yelena mumbled, quickly changing her tune once Natasha’s glare was directed to her, “And violating.”
“Come here,” Natasha spoke, heading towards the two twins.
“No!” Wanda gripped the green pie, jutting it in front of her, making Natasha backtrack as if it were her kryptonite. “Stay back. I’ve got kiwi! Run, Pietro, run!”
The man scarpered through the door, with Wanda and the pie hot on his heels, leaving you to deal with everything.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“I was going to! I really was. I just wanted to wait until we were alone,” you explained, watching as Natasha softened slightly.
“You left her on the bus.”
Turning to Yelena, you explained yourself once again.
“That wasn’t me. That was Pietro. She was sitting next to him, and I told him- I told him to grab her, and he forgot the next second.”
“How long was she away from you?” Natasha asked now, voice monotone, your answer all she would need to set her off or calm her further.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. I was so worried, I can’t even remember. I know it wasn’t longer than an hour. Because we got on the bus at three forty-five and were in the taxi coming back home at four-thirty.“
"So, you got her quick?”
“Yeah.” you nodded. “I even bribed the taxi driver to speed, to get to where she was faster.”
The red-head sighed through her nose, fingers coming up to hold the bridge of her nose.
“I’m so sorry. I never even wanted to leave the apartment unless it was to go to Thor and Valkyrie’s place. But Wanda wanted to go for a walk, and Pietro tagged along, then it turned into this. And I'm so sorry.”
Fear washed through you as Natasha stepped forward, thinking the worst.
She was never gonna trust you with Dianca again.
She was never gonna let you see Dianca again.
Her hands were soft when they came up to rest against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing against them, as she pulled you to her shoulder. Finger’s sliding between the strands of your hair while your arms wrapped around her waist.
“I know you are. And I forgiver you.”
A wave of relief washed over you at her words.
Only just coming to realise how much she and Dianca meant to you.
“Still pissed at the twins, though,” Natasha continued.
“So am I.”
“Mainly Pietro.”
“So am I.”
—
It was the end of the day, and Dianca had just gone to bed when it happened.
The door flung open with a loud crash, one that you were surprised Dianca wasn’t awoken by.
“You left my granddaughter on the bus?!”
Your eyes widened at a furious Melina, a clattering coming from the kitchen as Yelena rushed out, pointing your way.
“They also poisoned Natasha by putting kiwi in a pie!”
“What?!”
“That was you,” Natasha came to your defence, “And the bus thing isn’t entirely their fault.”
“I don’t even bake.”
Correction.
Natasha wasn’t gonna kill you.
Melina was.