In Every Universe Part 2

                                    

                                          
An: I know you guys need some fluff so here this. Also, I don't how often I can update. They got me working weekends now. (I want to quit)
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Natasha moved towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water and a couple of snacks for Jenna, who had gone upstairs after mentioning a headache. Her steps were light, but purposeful, the soft clink of the fridge door barely audible as she retrieved the snacks.
The soft shuffle of footsteps behind her made her pause. Natasha sighed, her back still turned. "I can feel your eyes on me" she muttered. 
"How did you know?" Doppelganger Jenna's voice came from behind, a hint of playful curiosity in her tone.
Natasha smirked, her back still turned as she continued to rummage in the fridge. "I know my wife pretty well" she replied, pulling out a bottle of water and standing up straight. She really knew every version of her wife.
The doppelganger leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Natasha with an amused expression. "Lucky guess" she teased.
Natasha turned around, leaning casually against the counter with a smirk. "Not really" she said, her eyes glancing over the doppelganger's stance. "It's the little things. Like how you lean against the wall with your hip out, just like my Jenna does, instead of using your shoulder like most people. Or how you cross your right arm over your left when everyone else does the opposite unless they're left-handed. But I can tell you're not, because Jenna isn't either."
The doppelganger blinked, momentarily surprised. "Huh. Didn't even realize."
Natasha grinned. "There are other things too. The way you tilt your head just slightly when you're amused, or how you stand like you own the room, even when you're in someone else's house. Plus, you got the same intensity with your staring. It's hard to miss."
Doppelganger Jenna raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Can't say I blame her. You're hard not to stare at."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were trying to behave..." She paused, giving the doppelganger a pointed look. "Still married, though."
Doppelganger Jenna smirked, unbothered by the remark. "You're really married to us in this universe, huh?"
Natasha crossed her arms, giving the doppelganger a firm look. "Not 'us.' Her." she corrected, her tone firm but not hostile. "And happily, might I add." 
A small, amused smile crept onto the doppelganger's face as she pushed herself off the wall. "Same thing, basically" she quipped.
Natasha had a biting retort ready, something sharp to end the conversation before it became too personal. But she hesitated. This doppelganger may not be her wife, but she had her wife's face, her eyes. There was a familiarity there that tugged at something in Natasha, making her soften.
"You should go sit back down before they send out a manhunt for you" Natasha said, trying to keep the situation light. Her eyes flicked to the living room where Clint and the others were.
The doppelganger chuckled, her smirk widening. "It's fine" she said with an air of nonchalance. "I already felt Cindy Vortex slip a tracker into my pocket earlier."
Natasha couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up from her chest as she imagine her sister as Cindy Vortex. The sound seemed to surprise the doppelganger too, and for a moment, a soft smile appeared on her lips—a smile that reminded Natasha of her wife.
"So you can smile" Natasha remarked, leaning back against the counter, crossing her arms as she watched the doppelganger closely.
The doppelganger's smile faltered slightly, her expression becoming more guarded. She didn't respond, and Natasha sighed, feeling the weight of the familiarity between them.