The Mystery Stark

Chapter 49: Girls Night

November 2014

"Auntie Y/N/N! Auntie Nat! Wake up!"
I vaguely hear a tiny voice shout from the opposite side of the door.

"Baby, wake up." I coo, as I rub my fingernails up and down her arm.

"I don't wanna." She groans out, as she buries her face further into my neck, and moves her body until it's basically fully atop of mine.

I chuckle at her clingy state, as I tighten my arms around her.

"Too bad..." I laugh out in a whisper.

"Come in and help me Momo! Auntie Nat's being difficult!" I shout loudly, so Morgan can hear, and Natasha groans at the volume.

Morgan comes barreling through the door, bounding into the bed. She crawls on top of Natasha, and I groan at the additional weight.

"Momo, I said help wake Natty up, not help her crush me." I dramatically choke out, as if I am unable to breathe.

I feel Natasha chuckle against my chest as she whispers: "That's what you get."

"Oh no, Natty said the only way she's getting up is if the tickle monster attacks her." I gasp out, as I lock eyes with an equally mischievous pair looking down at me.

Natasha tries to maneuver off of me, but I grip her tightly to my body, and nod for Morgan to take care of business. She jabs her tiny hands into Natasha's sides, then frantically moves them all over, jabbing her in every imaginable place possible. As her tiny hands squeeze into Natasha's clenched shut armpits, Natasha squeals.

"I yield!!! I'm up!!! Please stop." She playfully pleads, and Morgan rolls off of her in a fit of uncontainable laughter, while Natasha slightly lifts off of me with a beaming smile.

"Good morning sleepy head." I playfully greet my fiancé,

"Good morning, Mrs. Romanoff to be." Natasha greets back, with a proud smile, before she leans down and plants a sweet kiss to my lips.

"Wait!! Auntie Y/N/N, are you not going to be a Stark anymore?" Morgan questions as her laughter abruptly comes to a halt, with an almost sad expression on her face.

"Once a Stark, always a Stark, silly girl. Actually, Auntie Nat's going to become a Stark, and I a Romanoff. We're sharing each other's names, so soon I'll be Y/N Y/M/N Stark-Romanoff, and she'll be Natasha Alianova Stark-Romanoff."

"Really???" She cheerfully questions, as she catapults across the bed until she's laying flat on my abdomen, with her smiling face hovering over mine.

"Yes darling, soon I'll be a Stark, are you okay with that?" Natasha asks her sweetly, and receives her answer as soon as Morgan turns her smiling face her way.

"Hell yeah that's absolutely perfect!" Morgan shouts, and you gasp at her choice in words, while Natasha breathily chuckles, and then pulls her into her now sitting up body for a bear hug.

"Who taught you that word?" I question with a scowl on my face, more so because Pepper won't be all that pleased, definitely not because I genuinely found it offensive.

"Yelena..." She snitches instantly, as mischief flashes across her eyes, accompanied by an innocent smile.

"Breakfast is ready!"
"Snitches get stitches!"

Are shouted across the apartment at the same time, I shake my head, then I simply scoop Morgan up, and then extend my hand out to help Natasha up as well. We walk into the living room, and Yelena playfully glares at the little one in my arms. She motion's with two fingers at her eyes, then points them towards Morgan, who buries her face in my shoulder.