-clears throat- *sOMEONE* 👀 SHOULD WRITE A MOTHERS DAY FIC FOR WANDA BCS ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES!
Hello???? Can you imagine??? Billy and Tommy asking *someone* for help to take them to the store to buy her flowers and cook her breakfast in bed. 🥺🥺 Tommy: I was just gonna take some flowers from the neighbors garden… Billy: that’s stealing!
I need it Isa. I NEED IT
FINE
it’s us that made this mess
Natasha looked up from her mind-numbing mission reports when she heard light footsteps approaching her office.
From the shuffling strides, she knew exactly who they belonged to and a smile curled her lips upwards when she spotted Tommy and Billy standing in the doorway. They looked well-behaved — too well-behaved, wide-eyed with their hands behind their backs — and she immediately knew something was up.
“What do you want, Minimoffs?” she asked, her smile turning into a smirk when their eyes widened even more. “Out with it.”
“Tell her,” Tommy hissed, shoving Billy’s shoulder.
“No, you tell her,” Billy hissed back, and Natasha’s smirk broadened.
“How about you both tell me?” she suggested, an eyebrow shooting upwards.
The boys shared a look, having a silent conversation. Natasha had always been in awe of their connection, much like Wanda and Pietro’s, even her and Yelena’s to a certain degree, and yet something that was so distinctly them that no one else was privy to.
“We need your help,” Billy eventually said, always the soft one, sweet where his other half was more abrasive.
It meant he usually got stuck asking for things because it was more likely they would get it than if Tommy did it.
“What for?” she asked, rather intrigued.
She had always been close to them, even closer after she and Wanda started dating, but whenever they needed something, they usually went to Pietro, or Steve, even Yelena — Natasha had yet to have been sought out by the twins for any problem-solving.
Steve was out of town, on a month-long mission, but they still had Pietro and Yelena around.
“We want to make mom something for Mother’s Day,” Tommy said. “Breakfast and flowers and a present.”
“We tried asking Uncle P for help,” Billy explained. “But he said we could just take flowers from the scary neighbor’s garden and Aunt Yelena intervened, saying we needed adult supervision.”
“She didn’t offer to be the supervision?” Natasha asked amusedly.
“She did,” Tommy shrugged. “But then she said she was going to steal the flowers herself and Billy said we needed someone else.”
“So I’m your last option?” she clarified, smiling when they blushed.
“Please?” they said in unison, twin charming grin stretching their faces.
She could put up more of a fight, pretend to be hurt being their last resort (which she wasn’t); but it was a secret to no one how much the second batch of Maximoff twins had her wrapped around their finger.
“Come on, let’s form a plan.”
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