Yelena babysits for you and Nat. When there’s some drama with your oldest child, Yelena calls in backup.
Note: Mini poser is back! With a special guest! I hope y’all enjoy it! Other mini poser fics can be found on my Nat masterlist. Also, this is my 100th Natasha fic! 🥳
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You and Natasha are enjoying a long overdue date night. Your wife reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers.
“This is nice,” you say.
“It is. But I do have a small confession,” Natasha says. She leans forward and you mirror her in anticipation.
“You miss the kids, don’t you?” You ask her.
“So much, yeah,” she says.
You both share a laugh.
“I miss them too. But they’re good with Yelena, baby.”
“I hope they aren’t giving her any trouble,” Natasha says.
“Oh, I’m sure Belle is attached to her side and begging for mac and cheese. And the older two are probably complaining about mac and cheese,” you predict exactly what your kids are doing.
“You’re probably right,” Nat laughs out.
“Let’s try to enjoy tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah, let’s do it detka.”
Across town, Yelena is on the couch with your kids watching a movie.
“Alright, kiddos. Moms are out having fun, so what shall we do for dinner?” Yelena asks your three children.
“I want mac and cheese,” your youngest daughter says.
“We can’t always have mac and cheese,” Ali, your oldest, says.
“But I want mac and cheese,” Belle pouts. Her eyes begin to tear up, but Yelena steps in just in time. She picks the three year old up and walks towards the kitchen.
“Aw don’t cry, Belle. I’ll make you mac and cheese,” Yelena says. She’s met with a huge smile. “And I’ll order the rest of us pizza. How’s that sound kids that are too cool for mac and cheese?”
“Sounds great, Aunt Yelena,” your son Ivan says.
“Al?” Yelena gets the preteen’s attention. “Is pizza cool with you?”
“Yeah,” Ali mumbles, and then corrects herself when she realizes it was slightly rude. “Yes, that sounds good.”
“Awesome,” Yelena responds. She goes into the kitchen with Belle still on her hip.
After the pizza is delivered and the mac and cheese is ready, the four of them settle around the kitchen table.
“So, how is school going?” Yelena asks the oldest two kids.
“It’s good,” Ivan offers. He’s not a talker and that makes Yelena grin.
“Good is good. What about you Ali?”
“It’s fine,” she says.
“Fine? Fine isn’t so good. Is something-” Yelena begins, but Ali is up out of her seat and in her room before she can even finish the question.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Yelena asks Ivan.
“She’s been like this for weeks. She won’t tell anyone what’s happening.”
After dinner, she knocks on Ali’s door, but gets no more than a yes she’s okay. Yelena feels stumped. She didn’t exactly have a normal childhood, and she worries she can’t help Ali without relating to her.
Yelena decides to call someone who may have a better chance at relating to the young girl. She’s at the front door not even twenty minutes later.
“Hey Kate, thank you for coming,” Yelena says. Kate enters the house.
“You guys are in a crisis. I’m on my way,” Kate says. If Yelena understands the reference, she doesn’t comment on it.
“So you can help?” Yelena asks.
“Yeah, for sure. Where is she?” Kate asks.
“Her room. We really don’t know what we’re dealing with heer. Preteen drama it seems?”
“I can handle that,” Kate says with a smirk. She walks to Ali’s door and knocks on it.
“Hey, it’s Kate. You know the super cool archer friend of your Aunt Yelena? Can you open the door for me, Ali?”
She doesn’t hear a response, but she is met with the young girl opening the door a moment later.
“Aunt Yelena called you?”
“Yep. Is it cool if we chat?”
“I guess so,” Ali replies. Secretly, she’s kind of excited to be talking to Kate.
“Sweet. We’ll just be a little bit,” Kate tells Yelena as she shuts the door behind her.
About 30 minutes later, the girls emerge from the room and Ali has a smile on her face.
“How did you do that?” Yelena asks Kate as she pulls her into the kitchen.
“Magic,” Kate wittily says. Yelena sighs. “Nah, but really I just talked to her. I think it helped that I wasn’t her mom or aunt or anything. More of as a friend.”
"Thank you, truly,” Yelena says and she means it.
“Anytime,” Kate says. “You can repay me in some ice cream?”
“Ha, let’s see what Nat and y/n have in that department,” Yelena says.
Yelena makes bowls of ice cream for everyone and Kate socializes with the kids. They sit on the couch and Kate offers to take a photo of everyone to send to you and Nat.
You’re getting into Nat’s car when your phone dings.
“Oh my god, look at this,” you show the picture Natasha who left her phone at home.
“Is she? Is Belle really putting her hand on her forehead in an L shape?” Natasha asks.
“She totally is.”
“I love her,” Natasha replies. “But how did she learn that?”
“My bet is Kate Bishop,” you say.
“Or Yelena,” Natasha says.
“They probably tag teamed it,” you joke.
Natasha puts the car in drive and you head back home to your family. You can’t wait to see them again.
