⧗⍟ Romanogers Scenes We All Need ⍟⧗

Christmas with the Family

A/N: I used Google Translate, so if the translation is wrong, I apologise.

This is the longest one I have written so far. Bear with me.

*At the Avengers HQ, living room, 8:30PM*

Natasha: *looking inside the fridge* Who the f*cking hell took my motherf*cking blueberry cheesecake? One of you sh*tty assholes are going to get tased in the ass-crack. *charges her widow bites*

Tony: Good lord-y. How many does Cap say "language" to you in the bed? Hey shoo, Lilo, or whatever your name was.*shooing a black cat, balancing unsteadily on a ladder, hanging up red and gold Christmas lights on a gigantic tree*

Clint: I saw Steve taking it out. *standing on another ladder, also putting up decorations*

Natasha: Eh, he can have it. *walks away, a beep sound comes from her pocket*

Clint: Wow. *climbs down* She is so biased.

Tony: She has been biased against us before they were even dating. For all we know, those two were smooshing booties before the HYDRA-SHEILD scandal.

Thor: *walks in* Stark, Barton. A Merry Christmas to you both.

Clint: Thanks- *Natasha screams, runs out of her room, covering her face, holding an ancient pager*

Tony: Nat! What happened?

Natasha: My-my- sist- and mo- are- *faints, Thor catches her before she hit the ground*

Clint: I'll get Steve and notify others. Get her to the medical room.

*5 minutes later, Medical emergency room*

Bruce: What caused her to faint? *checking the blood pressure from the BP moniter*

Thor: She said something about her mother and sister, but she fainted before she could say anything else. She was holding that. *points at the pager, still grasped tightly in Natasha's hand*

Steve: Yelena, Alexei and Melina are alive? How?

Rhodey: She has a family in Russia?

Natasha: *stirs, sniffs* Where-where? *tries to get up, falls back down* Steve? *holds his hand* They're-They-

Steve: I know, sweetheart. *touches her face gently, kisses her forehead, cups her face with both hands* Did they say the co-ordinates?

Natasha: It can be the Red Room, too. *hiccoughs*

Steve: We'll find out. Track the location and find out, all of you. I'll stay with Tasha. *pats her back, everyone leaves, except Tony* Get out, Tony.

Tony: Its too cute. But unfortunately I must. *leaves*

*30 minutes later, Natasha's room*

Steve: *on the phone, taking to Hill* Alright. Thanks, Maria, bye. *hangs up* It is your old family. They're waiting on the helicarrier.

Natasha: Oh god, I haven't seen them in 7 years. Help me up, my legs are even more paralysed than the time we did it for 5 hours. *gets off the bed, stands* You know what, no it isn't. I can actually walk.

Steve: Hilarious. Its right on the roof. And control your hands, it isn't our room. *raises an eyebrow, looking at Natasha's right hand on what everyone, especially Tony called, "America's ass"*