Widow Sisters and Friends (Restoring Our Broken Hearts)

Terrifying Discoveries

"Archive of Our Own?" Natasha questioned, and Yelena nodded, hardly managing to hold herself together in the midst of her mirth. Natasha put her hand on the mousepad and directed the cursor over the "About" listed below the website name. A dropdown menu appeared and there was an "About Us" section. Natasha then clicked that option and started to read quietly to herself.

"So... It's a website for fans of the Avengers to write stuff about us?" Natasha asked, furrowing her brow as she considered the thought with some disgust.

"Yeah. And they write stuff about all sort of movies and TV shows, too," Yelena explained, and Natasha swallowed a bit, trying to process the entire thing.

"But that's a little more acceptable... I mean, we're real. Shouldn't there be something against writing about real people?" Natasha pondered aloud, her eyes still a bit wide as she considered the whole thing with immense horror in her eyes.

"Honestly, I think it's hilarious that they write about real people. Imagine how awkward the team is going to feel when I find some of the nastier, steamier stories from this website and send it to them when they're the stars of it," Yelena laughed joyfully, and Natasha shook her head.

"No. You are not doing that," Natasha informed her, and Yelena just poked her lip out a bit.

"C'mon, Natashka... It could be so funny! I mean... America the Brave as a porn star in an online story," Yelena told her with giggles wracking her entire form, and Natasha shot her a disapproving glare, trying to resist the urge to from a less mature side of her to find the whole thing funny as well.

"You don't want to give Steve a heart attack, do you?" Natasha asked, her voice not as firm as she meant for it to be, and Yelena just scoffed.

"He probably wouldn't have heart attack! Just... mini-stroke," Yelena assured her, an evil smirk spreading across her face. However, Natasha could easily see that the younger woman knew that she was right. Natasha sighed deeply before noticing the search bar. She narrowed her eyes.

"You don't think," Natasha trailed off, and Yelena raised her eyebrows as she seemed to catch on to what Natasha meant as Natasha moved the cursor to the search bar. Yelena reached out and took over control of the laptop, clicking the search bar and typing their names into it.

To their absolute shock, there were a ton of listings for stories featuring the two, and Natasha and Yelena shared a slight glance, their eyebrows raised nearly to their hairline. They then turned their attentions back to the screen as Yelena scrolled through.

Yelena randomly clicked one, not taking time to read the description as she scrolled down a little.

They started to read, and not too far in the story, they both froze in surprise, and Natasha squinted, trying to make absolute sure that she had read the words correctly.

"They... We... What?!" Natasha yelped, and Yelena quickly pressed the back button and returned to the search as she wrinkled her nose. Natasha covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she took in the whole thing with horror.

"Eww... It is like they have not heard the term inbreeding," Yelena declared, and Natasha felt her stomach twisting uncomfortably with the thought of people picturing her and her sweet baby sister in a romantic relationship together. That was the farthest from what they were to each other. True, they were exceedingly physical with each other, but absolutely none of it was anywhere near romantically intended.

The two grew quiet for a moment, and there were several beats of silence before Yelena started to hum and sing softly under her breath, browsing the options listed.

"Sweet home Alabama..."

Immediately, Natasha snorted hard in spite of herself, and Yelena began to cackle gleefully as they both relieved all of the tenseness and disgust of the last story that they had looked at together. Yelena put her hands up in a position like she was playing guitar as she made guitar noises out of her mouth.

"Rooskaya, you're insane," Natasha told her, chuckles affecting her voice as she looked at the younger woman fondly. Yelena moved her head over, bumping it against Natasha's from where the redhead was crouched next to the chair.

"Well, you're a poser. Oh, wait, look! Here's another one!" Yelena pointed out and clicked the link to take them to the story. Natasha shook her head with a deep sigh, somewhat dreading what was going to come next.

They started to read and to their surprise, it was not a romantic story at all. It was a tale of sisterly love and platonic interaction, and Natasha found it somewhat adorable in its ability to pinpoint Yelena's personality perfectly. Even if it did portray Natasha a bit too soft in her own mind.

"Ugh... Can you believe this crap? They try to make me out like I'm some kind of cuddle monster."

"You are," Natasha informed her, and Yelena narrowed her eyes at Natasha. Natasha smirked a little, raising an eyebrow as she chuckled. She then leaned in and kissed Yelena's head. Yelena leaned into the affection in spite of herself, and Natasha grinned widely as Yelena just proved her point.

As soon as Yelena fully realized it, she narrowed her eyes at Natasha, moving away slowly and hesitantly.

However, as she continued reading the story before her, her face suddenly lit up in a giant smirk as she looked at Natasha and pointed to a word on the screen.

"Huh. Look at that. You're such a poser that even these story-writer people say that you are," Yelena declared with a mischievous laugh, and Natasha just huffed, rolling her eyes as she took in the word. It was used as a nickname for Natasha ironically from a piece of dialogue uttered by Yelena.

"Looks like they're just characterizing you perfectly. Y'know. Capturing your innately irritating nature," Natasha informed her, and Yelena grumbled something under her breath.

"These people must watch a lot of those videos you post on Instagram for them to figure out that you call me that," Natasha pointed out, and Yelena shrugged a little as she looked at the redhead.

"These people are pretty obsessive. But at least this one got the most important thing right," Yelena spoke, and Natasha sighed slightly with the barest hints of a smile as she knew exactly what was coming next from the blonde beside her.

"What's that?" Natasha questioned somewhat begrudgingly, knowing that Yelena was just looking for another opportunity to bring up the poser thing.

"They know just how I love you," Yelena expressed with a soft expression in her eyes as she gazed at Natasha with an adoration that took the redhead's breath away. Natasha felt her heart swelling with the affection, and she extended her hand to touch the side of Yelena's neck and pull her nearer. Natasha pressed her forehead against Yelena's, and Yelena melted against her immediately. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the feel of each other.

There was a beat of silence, and Natasha could practically feel Yelena's need to say something. Natasha. Natasha opened her eyes to meet Yelena's who were sparkling with mischief.

"What?"

"Plus, they also know you're a total poser."

"And there it is..."