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! : CODE RED P2

when the clock ticked over to midnight and she was officially eighteen years old, camila was fast asleep, too tired to celebrate her birthday. her phone begun to go insane from then onwards but thanks to the nifty little do not disturb option, she could peacefully ignore each and every one of henry's messages. thank you apple.

four hours later, at exactly quarter past four, she's rudely woken up to the sounds of a siren and the flashing of fluorescent lights. "what?" she asks sluggishly, sleep still heavy on her eyelids. raising a fist to her eyes and rubbing away the yawn, her narrow eyes glance about the room to find the source of the noise. the entire situation was oddly reminiscent of the military training they had gone through as teenagers; preparing them to be the killing machines that they could be. 

midway through sliding off her bed, she stops to stare at the light. what the hell was going on right now. how did this voice know it was her birthday? who did this voice even belong to? within a second, as if they were becoming aware of her, the light shuts off and the person behind it, smiling at her, arms open, almost has her jump out of her skin.

"mama? mama!"

her mother takes her into a hug and camila is too excited to properly hug back. natasha was everything to her, the person she modelled herself after and being away from her, even for a few weeks, always made her homesick. she does let go of her mother as she asks, "what are you doing here?!"

"we weren't going to miss your birthday"

"we? you mean pa is here too?"

"you know he'll never let me go on a mission by myself if he can help it"

camila just hugs her mother tighter, relishing their time alone until she sees her father and twin. she'll admit at times it was hard being natasha romanoff's only daughter--the pressure that weighed over her head was difficult. but being in her presence, having her there to hold her, made things a little easier. made things worthwhile. "i am so glad you're here. i really missed you"

"camila?"

she hums against her, "yeah?"

"happy eighteenth birthday. i love you." 

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neither clint nor natasha were particularly talented in the singing department which was all the more surprise for them when both their children had exceptional strong voices. the household grew up on musicals and movie soundtracks, many of which they shared in the mornings and during times of strife. 

whenever their was a thunder storm and both twins found it difficult to sleep in their own beds, as many seven year olds find, they’ll come into their parents bedroom and curl up besides their bodies. when the thunder was particularly bad, they would carry them into the music room, where a gifted ivory piano sat.

camila picked up on piano quicker than nico did, though nico had better control of his vocal chords. they would alternate between songs (camila loved i won’t say i’m in love, nico preferred poor unfortunate souls) until the rain subsided and they would happily return to bed. 

(what the twins never saw was that most nights natasha would wait for clint to return to the piano after he had set both twins down to sleep and they would sing simple tunes to each other, enjoying the off-key though sincere singing.)