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“Goose, seriously?” Carol never mumbles like a grumpy cat, not in front of someone she knows and maybe thinks she’s a general superhero.
“You’re a goddamn invincible flerken but allergic to the Western?” Goose sneezes hard on her shoulder as a response, which sounds like she’s gonna puff some alien villains she had for dinner days ago.
Ugh, it’s freaking Carol out. Not just her flerken kitten is having an issue with the weather here, but something is coming up in the next few minutes. It doesn’t happen in normal times, yes, how come would a regular visit ever scare their blonde Captain like this?
Usually it’s not likely to happen.
But one is invited by Natasha, in the name of “surprise”.
Carol is standing still, with her ginger flerken, in front of a personal real estate somewhere in Ohio- once Carol thinks the redhead can’t (why would she ever assumes something like this) turn a nice, safe flight into a fuckin’ rollercoaster experience. She’s wrong, apparently.
It feels like she's gonna throw up.
“Hey.” Natasha leads the way to the front door, saying in a teasing tone, “Captain, where’s your head at?”
Maybe she’s just overthinking it. Carol says to herself, trying to calm her glowing skin down. It’s all over her body now, and it must look unbelievably ridiculous.
“Just paying attention to this poor thing.” So Carol tilted her head to Goose, trying to make jokes. “Someone got pissed off by the air here.”
Goose snorts, and suddenly jumps off Carol’s shoulder to follow the redhead. What a little traitor.
“So, what’s the surprise?” Carol cleans her throat and asks, making her steps to the house even in hesitation.
“Well,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “do you really wanna ruin it by asking me what it exactly is?”
And the redhead opens the door, with an unusual smile shown on her gorgeous face.
“Keep up, Danvers.”
What if there's something she can’t handle? When it comes to things about Natasha, the woman who may not admit they’re dating till the end of this era, it’s all mysterious like a heavy fog. Carol is not a spy, she’d rather all the shady business is negotiated under the fair sunshine.
What if it’s her evil ex-lover behind the door? Or worse, what if it’s her twin brother (Not likely though)? Carol knows clearly that she’s not diplomatic with people living in this generation on earth, it can’t be her fault anyway, she needs to deal with all kinds of species in the universe.
She just doesn’t want to fuck up with someone means a lot to Natasha behind the door, probably.
When Carol actually gets her feet on the wooden floor, the creaking sound reminds her of the old days in Maria’s house, which is good for her to forget about her nervousness.
“Natash- ”
And all of a sudden, a gun is pointing on her temple as she’s going through the lovely hallway.
What the F-lerken?
“Huh,” Carol sighs, immediately preparing herself to have a fight with whoever is hiding in the dark and trying to attack her. Where’s Natasha? Is it supposed to be this dangerous?
“I don’t know that people from Ohio have a thing for threatening your guests.” She’s literally glowing again then, trying to take a glance on the woman standing behind the ajar door without triggering her to shoot.
It’s a blonde woman with brown eyes. Wait a minute, why does it sound so weirdly familiar?
It’s a nice house, honestly, Carol doesn’t want to blow it off. Let alone it looks like the wooden floor just got renovated lately.
Only if she needs to do it.
To protect Natasha .
The blonde woman doesn’t say a word, just staring at her with a cool face.
Good. That’s how they’re gonna play this game now.
“Jesus!”
As Carol nearly lifts her fist to aim the other woman, Natasha yells loudly in the end of the hallway. To Carol’s surprise, she looks all good in appearance.
Natasha speaks something quickly in a foreign language, and Carol obviously doesn’t carry her uniform along with the high-tech translator this afternoon. But she soon realizes Natasha is speaking in russian, the agent’s mother language.
The other blonde puffs, and suddenly puts the gun down.
“So this glowing freak is the one you promised me to be a cool surprise?” She asks in a heavy russian accent.
“Hey,” Carol retaliates, “I don’t think someone hiding in the shade of her own house to ambush the others can be called as normal.”
“Seriously?”
Natasha looks annoyed by these two, trying to hold her glass of water perfectly despite this abnormal situation. By her boots, Goose does nothing to the stranger but only lazily meows.
“Theoretically, you haven’t explained a word about who the fuck she is,” The blonde is aiming Carol’s forehead with her gun again, “and I know exactly how to eliminate the potential threat for good .”
“Great.” Carol starts, punching her fist to her palm on the other hand. “Then, I think I have a full right to fight back someone who clearly wants me to die.”
“Enough!”
The redhead shouts out sharply, and gives a glare to each blonde standing in front of her.
“Put the gun down, Yelena. That’s my partner- ”
Natasha mutters in russian words a second later, stepping closer to stand between the two all tensed up blonde women.
“And you, Carol, don’t you dare blast my sister. What’s wrong with you, both of you?”
She looks even sexier when she’s pissed off…wait, what?
Carol is transfixed at this moment.
“What partner?” Her sister looks as confused as she does, “a romantic one?”
“Obviously, ” Natasha answers, and it’s hard for Carol to tell if she’s teasing two of her beloved ones or not. She’s a trained agent to kill and act precisely, of course.
And the redhead smirks, “yes.”
“What?” When Carol and Yelena blurt out the word at the same time, the Captain knows she messes it up without doubt.
Oops, she should be the last person in this galaxy to ever question it.
“…are you sure you don’t want me to kill her?” Yelena can’t hold her laugh back appropriately as she sees her sister giving an angry look to the other blonde.
“Not with the gun.” Natasha hums briefly, and it already makes Carol shiver a bit. “Widow bites are always classic.”
“Tash, I- ”
Carol manages to let out her genuine confession- why wouldn’t she want this almost-too-hot-and-perfect woman to be her ‘romantic partner’? It’s a solid yes in any universe.
It never comes to Carol’s head that she’s not the one to admit the words and their relationship, though.
“Just kidding.” Natasha stops abruptly before Carol ever has a chance to make her flush in front of her sister, and grins again. That’s a solid no, never.
“It’s a less cool way to die.” Yelena makes a face before following the redhead back to the kitchen, her dog is wandering around her. “But I guess you totally deserved it, stranger.”
*
“So,” Natasha is making the usual peanut butter sandwiches for the two, not sure if it’d be their serious dinner. “Carol is my colleague, sort of, from the team. But she’s always away from earth.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to not relate someone who has glowing fists with your superhero friends.” Yelena murmurs, pushing the plate back to her sister in a way the actual grumpy cat does. “I don’t wanna eat anything.”
“Well, you did resemble Natasha when you’re holding a gun.” Carol shrugs, taking a bite on whatever Natasha’s offering her as usual.
In a peaceful corner of the kitchen, a ginger cat is having some milk with a fluffy dog. They seem to be enjoying each other’s company anyway. Carol notices that and says, “Goose, please don’t eat her sister’s dog.”
“Eat what?” Yelena and Fanny now look horrified at the harmless cat that only meows in a general way.
“Ugh, Goose is not a cat, biologically. But don’t worry, you can still treat her like a cat.” Their eloquent black widow rarely fails on explaining the statement. She just can’t recall what’s the alien scientific name for Goose.
Poor Fanny stands up slowly, and moves its body to the owner’s feet for shield. She looks like any dog who’s been scared by their cat housemate in the short clips on the Internet.
“Hey Fanny, it’s okay buddy.” Yelena stoops and placates her poor dog.
“My fault.” Carol admits with giggles. “Fury is on his way to Europe for meetings, and I thought it’s a good idea to bring Goose with us on the vacation.”
“And Goose is doing well at distinguishing what she shouldn't eat recently.” Natasha adds when she finishes her own sandwich, looking relaxed when joking with her sister.
“What- what vacation?”
In the way the sisters look at each other in disbelief, Carol can tell one of them must fuck up some crucial information. Natasha raises one brow and accuses, “Yelena, I texted you at least a week ago.”
“…you texted me, really?”
“Yeah, the number you use since moving back here. Melina did upgrade its security system last month, remember?” Natasha says in a slightly raspy russian accent, and she only does it when something goes completely wrong. To Carol, it’s a bonus to hear it, though.
“Well, you must have forgotten that- ” Yelena sighs, taking out her communicator from one of the pockets on her vest.
It’s a cool vest, Carol appreciates it in her head.
“You have to type a code before sending any message since then, it’s how the security system works now. I was wondering why you stopped sending a word.” Yelena shows the screen to the redhead widow.
“It turns out you’re just disturbed by someone else as to miss the key details of the upgrade.” She grumbles when taking a thoughtful look at Carol.
‘Someone else’ cleans her throat and declares, “Honestly, I didn’t know you existed till now. Natasha said you’re an important surprise for me to know.”
“You really said that?” Yelena’s brown eyes brighten up under the thin light, looking like a pair of hazel ones in the way they glitters.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be so.” Natasha hums amusingly, “before I found out that you two almost killed each other when I’m just pouring myself a glass of water.”
“I’m just protecting you!”
The two blonde women utter in sync, which makes Natasha truly let out a laugh.
“I see, you two are gonna get along pretty well.”
Yelena is still staring at Carol, like she’s now the biggest threat on earth.
Hell no.
*
After taking a nice shower, Carol comes back to the living room and finds the sisters are curling up on the couch.
Well, since Natasha looks really enjoying spending time with the younger blonde, Carol stands against the wall for a while, amazed by how much the redhead has unguarded herself. Maybe she should start trying to like Yelena.
Just a bit.
Oh yeah?
Carol’s mind is carried away for minutes, until she suddenly hears the sound from the phone they’re holding on hands.
Wait a minute.
The third round of “oh yeah” makes it all clear for Carol.
Oh no.
“How did you get this?” The blonde Captain rushes to the couch and unsurprisingly sees herself singing on the screen, in low quality, but yes.
Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when-
The old days. Carol can hardly recall it’s one of the nights Maria and she were chillin 'in Pancho’s bar.
“Lieutenant trouble, huh.” Natasha smirks softly as answering to Carol, and that calms her down for certain reasons. “It’s actually good, Carol, don’t be shy.”
“Ha, I was thinking about spending the rest of my life singing in the bars after retirement.” Carol hums, rolling her eyes to respond to the tease.
“It’s great, really.” Somehow, Yelena doesn’t speak anything ironically to it, and she seems to…enjoy the show.
“That’s one of her favorite songs.” Natasha is petting Goose on her lap, and she shrugs in another knowing smile.
“I’m…glad you like it?” Carol isn’t sure how to handle it properly now, all she can do is to be looked less threatening in front of the other blonde.
“Yeah, pretty much.” And Yelena is grinning at her in the present, wow. “What’s your name, again? Carmen?”
“Carol Danvers. But if you prefer to call me ‘Natasha’s girlfriend’, I’d like that as well. I always wanna learn how to say that in russian.”
“Oh you don’t know that yet? I’m not her biological sister.”
“huh, It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means a lot, Danvers.” Yelena let out a laugh wickedly.
“It means I’ll never teach you how to say those cursed words.”