Summary: Sometimes Yelena has a tendency to act like a big baby about the little things, and of course, Natasha is always there for her. However, sometimes Natasha is guilty of acting the same way...
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Three times Yelena acts like a huge baby about the smallest of pains and one time that Natasha does.
"Yelena, seriously, y'know, I've told you a million times not to—"
"I know, just pull them out, okay?" Yelena whined, sounding a bit less forceful and confident than she had meant to come off. Natasha slowly shook her head as she resumed working on Yelena's foot, clenching her jaw tightly as she drew nearer to the blonde's appendage. Yelena almost would have found Natasha being so grossed out to be funny if Natasha did not have a needle so close to the bottom of her foot.
Yelena had been once again walking barefoot outside in the yard around their house and playing out there with Fanny even after Natasha had warned her to wear shoes. Natasha's claim was that there were patches of grass in the yard that were spikey and prickly.
Of course, Yelena's response at that moment had been that she was a Russian widow and therefore invincible to all that could be in the yard.
And of course, that had turned out to royally bite her in the behind and she got splinters in her feet as Natasha said she would. Yelena had then limped into the house with Fanny at her heels, immediately heading into the nearest bathroom connected to one of their bedrooms and aiming to avoid Natasha and her undying knowledgeableness.
However, to her chagrin, Natasha had been there in the bedroom, and it did not take her long to figure out what had happened, and had insisted on helping her with the splinters.
Which brought them to where they were now.
"Ow! Be gentle!"
"I'm being gentle. You're squirming," Natasha argued in reply, her hand squeezing Yelena's foot. However, at that moment, Natasha accidentally breathed in through her mouth. She immediately clamped it shut and looked as if she were going to puke. She lowered her hand with the needle in it, withdrawing a bit as she tried to recollect herself.
Now that the needle was away from her foot, Yelena smirked widely, taking full advantage of the opportunity to aggravate her big sister. She moved her foot upward toward Natasha's face, and when Natasha instinctively turned to face whatever was barely grazing her loosened hairs from her braid, Natasha was met with Yelena's big toe touching her face. Natasha almost gagged as she drew back, and Yelena cackled gleefully.
"You sure you didn't step in dog crap out there?" Natasha asked, her voice strained, and Yelena just waggled her eyebrows playfully.
"Trust me, if I did, I would've made sure to make you be the one to wash my feet," Yelena laughed wickedly, and Natasha groaned lightly, swallowing hard before glaring halfheartedly at the blonde.
"I'm about to leave you to picking out your own splinters," Natasha threatened halfheartedly, and Yelena gasped in mock horror.
"You wouldn't!" Yelena declared, placing a dramatic hand on her chest, and Natasha just stared at her for a long moment before shaking her head slowly and grumbling something under her breath.
Yelena just remained still, letting Natasha start to try to use the needle to remove the skin over the splinter where it had dug itself in. As soon as Natasha started into it, Yelena flinched a little, letting out a yelp as the needle dug into her further.
"OW! Are you getting out a splinter or digging a hole all the way to China?!" Yelena cried, looking at her sister at the other end of the couch. Natasha rolled her eyes but grinned ever so slightly.
"Hmm... someone's been practicing her American phrases," Natasha commented with a hint of pride in her voice, and Yelena found herself puffing a bit with the praise in spite of herself and her pain. Natasha's smile slowly faded as she focused on her work before her.
"But to answer your question, I'm just digging a hole to your brain to see if there's any of it left in there," Natasha deadpanned before glancing at Yelena with a sparkle of teasing in her gaze. Yelena huffed grumpily, deflating a bit from the small high that Natasha's praise had given her.
"Ah... A comedian and a poser. How do you—OW!!!" Yelena almost screamed, and Natasha huffed with amusement, a wide smirk spreading across her face.
"Sorry... My hand slipped," Natasha commented, her voice anything but apologetic, and Yelena narrowed her eyes at her big turd of an older sister. However, even though the prickle of the needle had hurt, Yelena noted how Natasha's thumb swept over the skin softly to chase away the pain. Yelena let out a small breath but quickly sucked in another quick gulp of air as Natasha started to needle her foot again.
"Weren't you telling me just a little earlier that you were a big, bad Russian widow and therefore invincible?"
"Shut up," Yelena shot back at her, but there was no real venom in her voice. Natasha laughed, slowly quieting as she focused on the foot in her lap.
After a few more moments, Natasha finally let out a gentle breath of finality. Yelena raised an eyebrow, eyeing her, and Natasha held up the tweezers victoriously.
"Did you get it?"
"I got it. See?" Natasha held it closer to her, and Yelena squinted a tiny bit to examine the small yet extremely painful splinter that had gotten in her foot. Yelena grinned widely, stretching out further across the couch and settling her feet more comfortably in Natasha's lap.
"Nice... Thanks for getting it out. Even if you did almost make a crater in my foot," Yelena thanked her, her voice growing softly as she addressed her big sister. Natasha raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her face that was that telltale expression that always said that Natasha knew something that Yelena did not. Yelena furrowed her brow.
"We're not done yet. There are three more in your foot," Natasha pointed out, and Yelena's eyes went wide.
And she just groaned loudly, Natasha's chuckles ringing out in a duet with her noise of suffering.
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"Ah!" Yelena hissed as she quickly withdrew her hand from the Avengers paperwork that she was filtering through not too far from Natasha. Natasha immediately looked up at the blonde, concern in her eyes despite the squinting of them from her eyestrain from reading papers.
The both of them had been working on Avengers paperwork together, seated at the kitchen table as they worked through the stuff together and spent some silent time together doing something that neither of them relished. Yelena had been reaching for yet another paper to look through when she had accidentally grabbed the paper in just the wrong way and it cut her thumbpad.
"You okay?" Natasha questioned, her voice gentle yet worried, Yelena gritted her teeth as she took in the feel of the papercut. She was shocked at the realization that this small papercut hurt so much more than even some of the serious injuries she had received.
However, with Natasha's concern, Yelena could not help milking it just a little in hopes of getting some extra attention from her big sister. Plus, it really did hurt, so she was not entirely acting in that respect.
"The paper bites," Yelena whined, and Natasha furrowed her brow in slight confusion. Yelena extended her hand across the table and into Natasha's face. Natasha withdrew just enough to examine Yelena's hand, her own hand reaching up to grasp Yelena's softly and hold it in place.
"Do you see the gash it gave me?" Yelena asked somewhat dramatically, shifting her hand so that her thumb was closest to Natasha. Natasha finally seemed to realize what had happened and she looked just past Yelena's hand and quirked a brow at her.
"A gash? Really, Rooskaya?"
"It's a serious wound... I could die," Yelena whined, and Natasha just stared at her, completely unimpressed. Yelena just stared back at her with the utmost seriousness that she could possibly manage despite the fact that she knew she was being slightly ridiculous. Natasha huffed, rolling her eyes but squeezing Yelena's hand slightly.
"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little?" Natasha asked, and Yelena huffed with plenty of said dramatics.
"You can't feel my pain, so how can you be justified in judging?" Yelena questioned, and Natasha scoffed in reply to her. Yelena just smirked in spite of herself, and she was about to withdraw her hand to carry on with her dramatics and eventually with her paperwork.
However, suddenly, Natasha tightened her grip on her hand ever so slightly and tugged her thumb closer to her. Yelena's eyes went a little wide as she took in the sight and feel of Natasha pressing the gentlest of kisses to her thumbpad.
Yelena was completely speechless as Natasha allowed the kiss to linger, staring into Yelena's eyes with so much adoration that it almost threw Yelena off-guard. Natasha finally let her go, her light greens painfully gentle as she met her gaze. Yelena swallowed, pulling her hand back carefully as she quieted. Her heart was swelling with so much love that she could hardly keep herself from going over and just grabbing onto Natasha.
"Feel better?" Natasha asked softly, and Yelena nodded a little, looking up at Natasha. However, she suddenly felt a bit of mischief rising within her as she pointed to her face and got up to slink over closer to Natasha, maneuvering over to the chair nearest to Natasha as she sat down.
"I think it cut me on my face, too," Yelena pointed out, still grinning far too widely to look too genuine with the statement. Natasha narrowed her eyes playfully before grabbing Yelena's face and planting sloppy kisses all over her nose, chin, cheeks, and forehead. Yelena immediately squirmed, trying to writhe away the best that she could despite the fact that she greatly enjoyed the attention she was being offered.
"Where are you going so fast? I've got to kiss it better for you," Natasha told her with a wide grin and a laugh as she grabbed Yelena's head in a firm lock with one arm and dragged her nearer and almost over into her lap.
Giggling like a nutjob, Yelena quickly started fighting her as spit inevitably got on her face from Natasha's far too puckered lips. Finally, Natasha planted a big, long, ridiculously loud kiss to her cheek before pulling back with a huge smile. Yelena just looked up at her sister, laying her head to the side against Natasha's shoulder and wiping her face against Natasha's shirt the best she could. Natasha gazed down at her affectionately.
"Feel better now? Or do you need more kisses?" Natasha questioned playfully, and Yelena's eyes widened as she shook her head quickly with a grin.
"I think I'm miraculously healed."
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"Son of a bi—" Yelena immediately stopped herself mid-curse, sucking in a deep breath as she paused and recollected herself.
She had just been walking through the compound and was about to enter the main room where she and Peter usually played their game. However, as she came in and rounded the corner quickly, her foot quickly came into contact with Tony's latest addition of decoration to the compound.
She had not expected it to be there, and she had no idea that he had added it to the room. So naturally, she had crashed into it since the last time she had been there, it was not sitting there so perfectly in the way.
"Son of a biscuit eater," Yelena finally ground out to correct herself, biting her bottom lip as she tried to contain the intense frustration and pain overcoming her despite the smallness and insignificance of the injury.
She knew that if FRIDAY heard a curse word, she would report it to Steve. It was one of his new protocols to create a more friendly and easy environment, and he had set up an official swear jar for them to donate five dollars for every curse they uttered.
"That was a close call. You almost contributed another five bucks to the swear jar," Natasha commented, suddenly speaking up from somewhere close behind Yelena. Yelena lifted her foot up, balancing on one leg as she inspected her toe carefully.
"You okay?" Natasha's voice quickly shifted to something more concerned as she gently touched Yelena's side. Yelena blinked back the hot tears of anger and pain before stepping over to the couch and plopping down on it with a large, terribly unhappy pout.
Natasha came over after her, sitting on the couch near Yelena. Yelena caught sight of the concern and the love in Natasha's eyes, and she felt herself immediately crave Natasha's affections since it seemed to help her so much in the other instances that she had silly things like this happen to her.
So, Yelena plopped her foot in Natasha's lap, giving Natasha her best pout. Fortunately, the sting was encouraging her pout and allowing her to be even more convincing than usual.
Natasha looked down at it, her disgust for feet and for the smell that was no doubt surrounding Yelena's feet showing for a moment on her face. However, Natasha mostly ignored it, tentatively touching the girl's feet and squeezing her foot around the middle part of it so that she was avoiding the Yelena's sore big toe.
"I stubbed my toe," Yelena pointed out, thoroughly displeased with her clumsiness and her mistake. However, she also wanted Natasha to baby her a little.
Sure enough, Natasha's eyes softened as she eyed her sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, sweet girl. You want me to get you some Ibuprofen or something?" Natasha offered, and Yelena huffed, immediately remembering their adventure in taking down the Red Room and how Yelena had so sarcastically brought up the prospect of taking the pill. However, while she knew Natasha was being genuine with the question, Yelena wanted Natasha to take a bit more of a hands-on approach.
"Maybe... But I know what would really help," Yelena pointed out, trying to keep a semblance of innocence in her eyes as she looked at her big sister. Natasha eyed her with just the smallest hint of suspicion in her gaze and Yelena mentally admired Natasha's ability to read her.
"Can you kiss it?" Yelena then asked, holding up her foot toward Natasha so that she could perhaps still catch her off-guard enough to make her do it. Natasha immediately withdrew, pulling her head back a little from the foot as she looked over at the blonde as if she had lost her mind. Yelena just looked at her with those same hopeful puppy-dog eyes.
Natasha had only kissed Yelena's foot one time in the history of ever, and Yelena was not sure if she was going to be able to convince her this time to do it. However, she was going to give it her best shot.
"C'mon, lapochka. It probably doesn't even hurt that bad anymore. And you've had way worse," Natasha argued somewhat weakly in a desperate attempt to avoid having to put her mouth to Yelena's foot, and Yelena simply scoffed in reply.
"How do you know?" Yelena challenged, and Natasha rolled her eyes lightly.
"Who stitches you up after you come home from missions?" Natasha simply shot back, and Yelena just huffed unhappily, trying desperately to convince her sister. Part of her wanted to aggravate the redhead with her demand, but another part of her honestly wanted her to kiss her foot just for the purpose of Natasha's affections having such a healing effect.
"Just do it... It hurts," Yelena allowed a bit of a whine to slip into her voice. Natasha just stared at her silently for a moment. She finally let out the deepest of sighs before lowering her head hesitantly. Yelena just kept as still as she could. Natasha met Yelena's gaze for a moment before giving Yelena a quick peck against her toe.
"Better?" Natasha asked simply and almost wearily. However, there was a definitive presence of fondness as she looked at Yelena. Yelena just let out a contented sigh, wiggling her toes in satisfaction.
"Much."
"Such a drama queen," Natasha complained aloud, but there was no real bite or seriousness within her tone. Yelena moved her feet so that she poked Natasha in the stomach. Natasha lightly swatted her foot, and Yelena giggled with far too much satisfaction.
Natasha fondly squeezed her foot despite the fact that she was not keen on feet whatsoever, her eyes meeting Yelena's as she grinned slightly.
"My dramatic, sweet Squishy," Natasha commented as her smile grew ridiculously large, and Yelena immediately narrowed her eyes, feeling some embarrassment come over her at the nickname.
"Don't you dare."
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Natasha groaned loudly as she laid down on the bed, just laying down as she closed her eyes. Yelena raised an eyebrow as she came out of the bathroom from the shower that she just took. Her hair was hanging about her head in damp strings, and she took her towel, ruffling her hair as she gazed at her big sister.
"What's wrong?" Yelena asked, feeling a bit of concern coming to her as she approached her big sister. Natasha shifted uncomfortably on the bed, glancing barely over at the blonde. Yelena moved onto the bed, throwing her towel over into the floor as she looked down at Natasha, tilting her head slightly. It was obvious to Yelena that something was hurting Natasha.
"I pulled a muscle working out and I can't get comfortable," Natasha finally muttered unhappily after a while. Yelena raised an eyebrow at her, noting how Natasha was muttering some manner of grumblings under her breath as she raised up to lean back against the headboard.
"Mm," Natasha let out a noise of pain, and Yelena raised an eyebrow. She knew that pulled muscles did not feel particularly good, but she also remembered well how Natasha liked to tease Yelena when she got hurt in such minor ways that were similar to Natasha's current situation. Plus, Natasha was also complaining about it more than she normally would.
"Ah, this thing hurts like a mother," Natasha muttered underneath her breath just loud enough for Yelena to overhear. Yelena raised an eyebrow, smirking just a little as Natasha continued to grunt ever so softly as she shifted in place and tried to get comfortable.
"Hmm... who's being a drama queen now?" Yelena asked, unable to resist as her smirk grew on her face as she eyed the redhead. Natasha furrowed her brow, narrowing her eyes as she squinted at her baby sister. Yelena just stared back at her, quite pleased with herself indeed.
"You've been hurt worse, poser," Yelena teased with a huge grin, and Natasha just rolled her eyes in reply to her as she whined lightly with the feel of the headboard pressing firmly into her back in the wrong place.
"Ha, ha," Natasha finally mustered. Yelena's eyes softened just a little as she looked over Natasha's form.
She knew that Natasha was allowing herself to express more of her pain that she ever would with anyone else, and she honestly appreciated the trust that Natasha was placing in her to see her in such a vulnerable state. Yelena just had not been able to resist teasing her a little about her whininess because Natasha had messed with Yelena about it.
"Come here, Natashka... Lay down," Yelena patted her lap, and Natasha looked at her somewhat oddly for a moment before her gaze softened and she somewhat painedly maneuvered herself over to lay across Yelena's lap. Yelena smiled gently and as soon as Natasha was laying there on her, she gently touched her back. Yelena extended her legs straight out in front of her to create a more flat surface for Natasha to lay on.
"Where is it hurting?" Yelena asked, and Natasha started to reach back to try to point to the area on her back, but she winced and grunted at the pain it brought her.
"Left side. Kind of over the rib area," Natasha explained, her voice slightly strained as she tried to get comfortable. Yelena rubbed over the area and Natasha made a small noise somewhere between pain and affirmation.
"Yep, that's the spot," Natasha muttered to her in confirmation. Yelena smoothed a hand over it before pulling Natasha's shirt up toward her head. Natasha titled her head to the side a bit to try to look back at Yelena to see what she was doing.
Once Yelena had exposed Natasha's bra-clad back, she bent down to press a small kiss to the skin over the pulled muscle. Natasha froze up for a very short moment before suddenly relaxing against Yelena.
"Why'd you do that?" Natasha questioned gently, and Yelena just shrugged a little with a small smile.
"I have to kiss it better," Yelena told her, and she could see Natasha's gentle eyes peering at her as she tried to turn her head enough to look at Yelena. Yelena smiled softly before running her hand along Natasha's skin and starting to gently knead the muscle just underneath.
Natasha stiffened, but once again, she relaxed swiftly, releasing a contented groan as Yelena pressed her fingers into the muscle softly and rubbed. Yelena smiled at her big sister's reaction, digging in with just a bit more pressure gradually as she massaged her. Natasha just melted into her, allowing Yelena to do whatever she wanted to her without even the remotest protest.
After a while, Yelena ended up fanning out to rub the entirety of Natasha's back. When she finally reached her neck, she bent down toward her sister's head. She was not entirely sure if Natasha was even still awake as she nuzzled the back of her head softly.
"Feel better?" Yelena questioned softly, and there was a long silence.
"Much," Natasha finally replied with a small, sleepy chuckle. Yelena grinned softly as she continued in her massaging of her older sister's back.
"My dramatic, sweet poser," Yelena commented with a far too large grin. Natasha just huffed lightly, shrugging her shoulders.
"Hmph."
Natasha would always be there for Yelena when she needed her— even for the smallest injuries. And Yelena would be there for Natasha, too.
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