Pillow Forts
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Summary: Y/n makes a pillow fort during a storm she is scared of
Fluff
Words: 3148
Rain pours heavily on the roof and pattering on the windows and Natasha was doing some computer stuff in her room, most likely call of duty or Minecraft.
She walks into the living room to see your building a fort or of pillows and couch cushions and blankets. Growing up in the red room you didn't get to do stuff like this and neither did Natasha but now that you are freed you can! You grab a piece of paper and labeled it "Fort Y/n" in Russian and stick it in a cushion with tape.
Natasha giggles and watches you work on the fort for a little while before walking over to you. She gently taps your shoulder to get your attention and when you look up at her she Vs curiously,
"Can I join your fort?"
"Nat," Y/n declared proudly, popping her head out from behind a tower of cushions,
"welcome to Fort Y/n. No older sisters allowed."
Natasha pouts slightly at Y/n, crossing her arms over her chest and giving you a faux stern look.
"And why is that?" She asks with a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"It's official," Y/n insisted. "You have to knock."
Natasha finally glanced over, eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't knock. I infiltrate."
Before Y/n could react, Natasha Lunged forward in exaggerated slow motion, dramatically announcing, "Agent Romanoff entering the premises!"
Y/n squealed and tried to barricade the entrance with a throw pillow, but Natasha was already halfway into the fort.
They both collapsed into the soft pile, laughing.
Once the fit of laughter subsided, Natasha settled beside Y/n and propped her elbow on a pile of pillows, resting her head in her hand.
"You know," Natasha teased, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips, "You're a terrible gatekeeper."
"Traitor!" You accuse and try to crawl away
Natasha laughs, reaching out to lightly grab the back of your shirt. "Oh no, you don't." She says, tugging you back into the fort.
She playfully wrestles you down into a soft, cushiony submission, pinning your arms above your head with a gleeful grin. "No escaping. You're stuck with me in Fort Y/n. Natasha caught her gently around the waist and pulled her back into the pillows.
"You built this fortress on my living room floor. I had to investigate."
"It's classified!" Y/n giggled, squirming as Natasha held her in place.
Natasha chuckled at Y/n's protest, her grip firm but playful.
"Classified, huh?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Well I'm afraid I'm very good at acquiring classified information."
With a swift, but gentle, movement, Natasha flipped them over so that she had you pinned beneath her. She hovered above, trapping you with gentle, restraining pressure.
"Spill the secrets," she commanded, a playful light in her eyes, "of Fort Y/n.
Natasha narrowed her eyes playfully. "Or I may need to use advanced interrogation tactics."
"Don't you dare Natasha!" You say with wide eyes.
Natasha chuckled softly at the sight of your wide-eyed plea, her smirk widening. She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper.
"Oh, I dare, little bird," she
replied mischievously. "I dare."
She shifted her weight slightly, the pressure of her body pressing a little rougher against yours, a gentle reminder of the playful domination she had over you in this moment.
"And you know I have ways of making people talk. I'm a master of... persuasion."
Natasha wiggled her fingers lightly against Y/n's sides, just enough to make her shriek with laughter. Y/n twisted and tried to roll away, but the pillows trapped her in a soft nest.
"Nat! No fair!" Y/n gasped between giggles.
Natasha chuckled heartily, enjoying the playful struggle and the way you squirmed under her.
"All's fair in love and... tickling."
She wiggled her fingers against your sides again, this time targeting the more sensitive spots that always made you shriek and laugh. She leaned in a little closer, her voice soft but unyielding
"So... are you going to confess the secrets of Fort Y/n? Or do l have to resort to more... effective methods?"
"There are no secrets!" Y/n laughed, trying to grab Natasha's wrists.
Natasha easily evaded Y/n's attempts to grab her wrists, her movements fluid and graceful.
She leaned down, pinning your arms against the pillows with her own, trapping you beneath her.
Her smirk widened, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Oh, really?" She challenged, their faces now inches apart. Her voice was low and teasing, a hint of amusement in her words. "You expect me to believe that a fortress of pillows and cushions doesn't have any secrets?"
Y/n burst into louder giggles, kicking her feet helplessly against the cushions. "Okay!
Okay! The secret is- it's just snacks! I hid cookies in here!"
Natasha chuckled at your confession, her grip on your wrists loosening. "Just cookies, huh?" She said, raising an eyebrow. "That's it? No secret lair? No hidden spy gadgets?
Just cookies?"
She shifted her weight again, still pinning you down, but her tone had softened, a hint of affection in her voice. "What kind of cookies?"
"Oreos!" You say still subsiding with giggles
Natasha gasped dramatically and stopped at once. "Oreos? You were hiding contraband?"
Y/n nodded quickly, still grinning and flushed from laughing.
Natasha leaned back, pretending to be deeply offended. "And you didn't share with your favorite sister?"
"Who said you're my favorite sister?" You ask with your eyebrows raised
Natasha placed a hand on her chest, faking a wounded expression. "Oh my heart. You're breaking it, little spy."
She dramatically slumped back against the pillows, feigning a heartbroken sigh. "I mean, here | am, thinking you adore me, and then you go and say that. I am crushed."
You smile at her fake hurt the you both dissolved into giggles again.
Natasha ruffled Y/n's hair and helped her sit up.
Natasha sat back, her smirk softening into a fond smile as she ruffled Y/n's hair affectionately.
"You're a little terror, you know that?" She said, her teasing tone still present, but with a hint of adoration.
She leaned forward, resting her back against a pile of pillows, and patted the spot next to her.
"C'mere, you menace."
"Truce?" Y/n asked, extending her pinky.
Natasha chuckled at Y/n's gesture, shaking her head with mock resignation. "Fine, fine.
Truce."
She reached out and linked her pinky with Y/n's, a grin spreading across her face. "But if you start any more pillow fights or hide any more cookies from me, all bets are off, and next time, Agent Y/n, remember that I have years of experience in pillow-fort infiltration."
"Next time I'll be ready." You say with a smirk.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at your confidence, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, really?" She challenged, a smirk of her own crossing her features. "You think you can outwit an expert pillow fort infiltrator like me? Big words, little spy."
She leaned closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I must admit, I admire your spunk. Just
remember, I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the next battle of Fort Y/n."
They stayed inside the fortress a while longer, sharing the
"contraband" cookies and laughing about the dramatic battle. Outside, the rain kept falling-but inside, it was warm, cozy, and filled with the kind of joy only sisters can create together.
The pillow fort didn't come down after the truce. If anything, it grew.
Natasha adjusted one of the cushions overhead, inspecting the structure with exaggerated seriousness. "This is structurally questionable," she murmured.
"One wrong move and the whole operation collapses."
Y/n clutched the cookie bag protectively. "It's stable! | engineered it"
Natasha raised a skeptical eyebrow at Y/n's claim.
"Engineered, you say?" she replied, a hint of humor in her voice. "Well, I'd hate for it to collapse and ruin the strategic cookie reserve."
She leaned forward, gently poking at the pillows, testing their structural integrity. "Are you certain those are load-bearing?
And with what qualifications did you engineer it with hmm?"
"I have... imagination," Y/n shot back confidently.
Natasha stifled a laugh, trying to maintain a serious expression.
"Imagination, eh? That's not exactly a recognized engineering degree, little spy."
She reached out and flicked Y/n's nose playfully. "You're going to need more than that to convince me this isn't a ticking pillow-fort time bomb just waiting to collapse."
"It won't collapse." You say shooting her a glare as Natasha scoots out of the fort. Y/n scooted deeper into the fort, trying to reorganize the pillows.
"You can't leave now. You're officially part of Fort Y/n."
Natasha paused at the entrance, her hand on the edge of the fort as she prepared to exit. The mention of being a part of Fort Y/ n made her stop and glance over her shoulder at Y/n with an amused smile.
"Part of Fort Y/n, huh?" She teased, eyebrows raised. "l thought older sisters weren't allowed."
"You infiltrated. Now you're stuck."
Natasha considered Y/n's words, a mock frown of contemplation on her face. Then, she finally caved and relented with a dramatic sigh. "I suppose you're right. I am stuck now."
She crawled back into the fort, resuming her previous spot beside Y/n. "Well, since I'm here, l guess I might as well enjoy the... ambiance." She glanced around the fort then smirked. "And the cookies."
Natasha smirked. "Although I've escaped tougher situations.
She made a dramatic attempt to crawl out-but Y/n quickly grabbed her arm to stop her. In the scramble the pillow wall wobbled and then collapsed in a soft avalanche around them.
They both froze.
Then Y/n burst into laughter. "You broke it!"
Natasha mock-scowled amidst the wreckage of pillows, the remnants of their fort scattered around them. "Me break it? That was your structural engineering failing."
Despite her attempt at an indignant air, Natasha couldn't hold back a smile at the sight of Y/n giggling uncontrollably. She shrugged and leaned back in the sea of pillows, her tone a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. "I guess we just made our very own pillow-fort ruins."
Y/n lunged at her, trying to gently tackle her into the pillows again. Natasha let herself fall backward dramatically. "Oh no.
I've been captured."
"Now I'm in charge," Y/n declared, sitting triumphantly beside her.
Natasha feigned a dramatic look of defeat, collapsing backward amid the pillows and letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, the humiliation. Captured by my own Little spy. What a devastating blow to my secret agent ego."
Natasha tilted her head. "And what does being in charge involve?"
Y/n squinted mischievously.
"Interrogation tactics."
Natasha's expression quickly twisted into an exaggerated look of dread, her hand pressing against her heart. "Oh no, anything but that," she said, feigning fear.
She paused for dramatic effect, then added with a grin, "ll never break under your ticklish interrogations, I'm far too stoic and well-trained for that."
Y/n wiggled her fingers uncertainly at first, then lightly poked Natasha's side.
Natasha let out an exaggerating gasp “Betrayal!” She twisted away, laughing softly. "I trained you too well."
Encouraged, Y/n tried again, giving her a few quick tickles before darting backward.
Natasha caught her wrists gently, smiling. "Careful, Agent Y/n.
That's advanced-level behavior."
Y/n giggled, trying to pull free.
"You said I had imagination!"
"Yes," Natasha said, grinning as she shifted and lightly tickled Y/ n's sides again in retaliation. "But I have experience."
Y/n squealed and tried to roll away, laughter filling the room again. Natasha kept it playful and brief. letting her escape after a few seconds.
"Okay! Okay!" Y/n said breathlessly, falling back into the pillows. "Draw."
Natasha laughed and sat up, resting her back against the pillows in a relaxed position. She raised an eyebrow at Y/n, her tone light and amused. "A draw, huh?"
She studied the younger girl for a moment, noting how Y/n's giggles had slowed. "You put up a good fight, little spy. But you need a bit more practice before you beat a master like me."
Natasha lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling where the fort had once stood. "Draw," she agreed.
For a moment, they just lay there catching their breath, smiling.
"Thanks for playing with me."
Natasha glanced over, her expression softening. She reached out to ruffle Y/n's hair affectionately. "Of course, little bird," she replied warmly.
"Anytime."
They were still lying in the soft wreckage of Fort Y/n when the first rumble echoed through the apartment.
It was low at first-distant. Easy to ignore.
Y/n glanced toward the window.
"Was that thunder?"
Natasha's attention was immediately caught by the rumble. She pushed herself up on her elbows, turning to look toward the window.
Her expression was cautious, the protective big sister mode activating. "Yes... it sounded like it."
She stood, moving to the window and peering out into the stormy night. Lightning flashed in the distance, briefly illuminating the dark clouds.
A sudden flash lit up the room, bright and sharp. A second later, a crack of thunder boomed overhead, close enough to make the windows tremble slightly.
Y/n jumped before she could stop herself.
Natasha noticed immediately.
Another flash. Another boom-this one even louder.
Natasha's gaze shifted to Y/n, noticing the younger girl's reaction to the sudden noise.
Concern and understanding passed across her features as she realized what was happening.
Y/n tried to play it cool, sitting up and brushing imaginary dust off her shirt. "It's just weather," she muttered.
Natasha studied Y/n for a moment longer, her expression sympathetic. She could tell the younger girl was trying to hide her fear, to act normal.
She moved back away from the window and sat down next to Y/n.
"You know you're allowed to be afraid of storms, right?" she said gently, keeping her voice soft and calm. "It's normal."
The next thunderclap came fast and sharp, shaking the air. Y/n instinctively scooted closer to Natasha.
Without making a big deal of it, Natasha shifted too, draping an arm around her shoulders.
"Storm's right overhead," she said evenly. "That's why it's loud."
Lightning streaked again, casting quick shadows across the room.
The rain started pouring harder, tapping rapidly against the windows.
Natasha could feel Y/n pressing against her side, seeking comfort. She pulled her closer, wrapping her arm more snugly around the younger girl's shoulders.
The thunder crackled through the air again, and Y/n flinched slightly. Natasha gently squeezed her arm, hoping to offer reassurance.
"It's okay," she whispered. "It's just a storm, it'll pass soon."
Y/n leaned into her sister now, trying not to look startled each time the sky cracked open.
Natasha rested her chin lightly on top of Y/n's head. "You know, she said thoughtfully, "when I was your age, I used to count between the lightning and thunder."
Y/n looked up at her. "Why?"
Natasha smiled slightly, gently rubbing Y/n's shoulder. Her gaze was fixated on the window as she spoke, watching the lightning crackle in the storm.
Thunder boomed again, and Y/n instinctively flinched.
"It'll help you see how far away the storm was. Want to try?"
Another flash split the sky.
"One..." Natasha began calmly.
They waited.
"Two... three..."
The thunder followed at four.
"See?" Natasha said softly. "It's moving."
The next boom came unexpectedly loud, making Y/n flinch again.
Natasha felt Y/n flinch, and she gave her a gentle squeeze.
"It's okay," she reassured softly, keeping her tone calm, steady, and in control.
The storm seemed to intensify.
The thunder rumbled, loud and relentless, and each boom brought a flinch from Y/n.
But Natasha remained steadfast, continuing to count. Each time lightning streaked, Natasha started the count, her arm wrapped securely around Y/n.
"Four...Five...Six..."
Natasha squeezed her gently.
"Hey." She smiled down at her. "I think Fort Y/n needs rebuilding.Storm protocol."
Y/n blinked “Storm Protocol?”
"Storm protocol," Natasha repeated with a small smirk. She gently nudged Y/n with her knee.
"Absolutely. Advanced sister safety measures."
Before Y/n could question it, Natasha shifted and lightly tickled her side-just a quick, distracting wiggle of fingers. edited
Y/n squeaked, startled, then burst into giggles. "Nat!"
Natasha chuckled and withdrew her hand, wearing a smug grin.
"Gotcha."
Another crack of thunder shook the air, louder this time, followed by a burst of wind against the window.
Y/n reflexively pressed closer to Natasha, who instinctively tightened her arm around her shoulders.
"Can't have you frowning during a thunderstorm," Natasha said, grinning.
Another boom sounded, but this time Y/n was already laughing, trying to block Natasha's hands.
"Storm defense activated!"
Natasha declared, gently tickling her sides again for a moment.
Y/n's laughter mixed with the sound of rain pounding against the windows. "Okay Okay! I'm not scared!"
Natasha chuckled, her fingers resuming their tickling with a smirk. "Oh really?"
She shifted a little, her fingers attacking Y/n's sides in rapid succession.
Y/n shrieked between bouts of laughter and tried to squirm away. "I'm not! Stop!"
"Good," Natasha said, easing off and helping her sit up. "Because Fort Y/n requires brave engineers."
Y/n caught her breath, giggling softly as she sat up. The storm intensified outside, rain lashing against the windows.
Together they started stacking pillows again, rebuilding their fortress while the thunder rumbled outside. Every loud crack of lightning was met with dramatic "storm protocol" commentary from Natasha-and occasionally a quick playful tickle to keep Y/n smiling.
Soon, they were tucked safely back inside their reconstructed fort, wrapped in a blanket with a flashlight turned on for dramatic effect.
Another flash lit up the room.
"One..." Y/n started this time.
Natasha smiled proudly beside her.
The thunder rolled in at three.
"It's moving away," Y/n said, sounding braver now.
Natasha nodded, impressed with Y/n for counting and staying composed.
A new burst of thunder made Y/n jump-but only slightly this time.
The rain kept slamming against the windows, but inside the fort, the sisters were warm and safe.
Natasha wrapped her arm around
Y/n's shoulder again.
"You're doing great," she encouraged softly. "The storm will pass soon."
Natasha bumped her shoulder gently. "See? You've got this."
Outside, the storm continued to rumble and rain-but inside the pillow fort, it felt warm, safe, and filled with laughter that was louder than the thunder.
