Three Times Natasha Was An Overprotective Sister And One Time She Wasn't (Almost)
1) The Fire Alarm.
“I don’t like it, Stark.”
“Well, you don’t have to like it, they’re gonna do it anyway. They’re kids. Well, one of the kids being 97. It’s no big deal, Nat, honestly. They’re just walking down the hallway together.”
Natasha and Tony were in the top of Stark Tower, watching you and Bucky walk around together on the different security cameras. You were walking hand-in-hand and you had no idea that you were being watched. Of course you knew there were cameras, but you knew that didn’t matter too much. You and JARVIS were bros. You were talking about what you’d do when you got back to your shared apartment in the tower. You’d just gotten back from an ice cream date, and you were both a little buzzed from the sugar.
“When we get back to the apartment, I could run around with you on my back.”
“Yeah, but that won’t solve my problem. I had sugar too.”
“Push up competition?”
You didn’t even reply. You just stared at him.
“I was kidding!” You continued to glare. “Oh, I know what we could do....”
“What’s that?”
He suddenly pushed you up against the wall, biting gently at your neck as he subtly grinded against you.
Her voice going up an octave or two, Natasha screeched, “ToONNYYY!!”
“Oh my god.”
“JARVIS, FIRE IN HALLWAY 14-G. ACTIVATE SPRINKLERS.”
“At your request, Natasha.”
“Yeah, we should go do that,” you groaned. You didn’t believe he was doing this out in the open.
“We could do it right here, honestl–”
Water started pouring over the both of you.
“Oh my god!” you said in unison.
You looked around for a security camera, your hair already soaked. “Damn it, Natasha!”
“C’mon, we’ll finish this at home,” Bucky said, pulling you by the hand.
2) The Bedsheets
“Hey Nat,” you said as you entered her apartment.
“Hiya, baby sister. What’s up?”
“We got in a fight.”
“No way. I’ll kill him. What was it about?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “The bedsheets.”
“What do you mean, ‘the bedsheets’?”
“I mean, I don’t think it’s necessary to change them every goddamn day, even if they look exactly the same.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No, there were some nasty blows in that fight. We both ended up crying, he’s staying at Steve’s place, and I didn’t want to stay at the apartment, so I figured I’d come here.”
“Awh, come here,” she said, opening her arms to you. “I’ll kill him, I promise.”
“Nat, you can’t kill him. I’m still in love with him, we just hit a bump.”
She shushed you, smothering you so that you wouldn’t talk.
“It’s okay. I’ll kill him,” she whispered.
It was late, so you were asleep less than an hour later. Though, you were woken up by your sister yelling in the other room, most likely through the phone.
“STEVE, YOU BETTER GET YOUR FRIEND IN LINE OR SO HELP ME I WILL KILL HIM. HE MADE MY BABY SISTER CRY OVER THE DAMN SHEETS. NO, I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO HIM. NO, HE CAN’T COME TALK TO HER. KEEP HIM AT YOUR PLACE. YELL AT HIM A LOT. TELL HIM NATASHA WILL KICK HIS METAL ASS IF HE HURTS MY SISTER AGAIN YOU HEAR ME?” There was a pause, then a sigh. “Okay. Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite. Now go back to sleep. And yell at Bucky some more.”
3) The Ferris Wheel
The Avengers and crew go to a theme park. So cliche, yet so amusing. Thor on roller coasters? Priceless. Hawkeye playing shooting games? Hilarious. Your older sister following you around the entire time making sure you didn’t so much as touch your boyfriend? Expected.
You’d already ridden all of the rollercoasters, and it hadn’t been more than two hours. You all had “Get In The Front Of The Line I’m An Avenger” Passes.
They were Clint’s idea.
The only ride you hadn’t gone on was the Ferris Wheel. Everyone was going to go at once, but then you realised that 11 people in one cart was impractical. So you split into threes. Bruce, Steve and Thor. Coulson, Fury and Hill. Natasha, Clint, and Tony. And that left, to Natasha’s disdain, you and Bucky by yourselves.
“You know what, maybe I should go with you guys,” she said as you were getting on the ride.
“Oh no,” you said monotonously. “It seems we’re getting on without you. Whatever shall we do?”
“DO NOT BE MAKING OUT UP THERE!” she yelled.
And once you got to the top, that’s exactly what you did.
“Damn, this is beautiful,” you said, looking over the view. “You can see the entire park.”
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Okay? Look at this!”
“Yeah.”
“James Buchanan Barnes! Do you not think this is amazing?”
“I don’t know, I think it’s a lot more beautiful...right...next...to...me,” he said, pausing distinctly between each word before leaning in and kissing you. You returned it with equal passion and tangled your fingers in his hair as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and you were officially making out. However, Natasha had the car behind you.
And someone gave her a bullhorn.
“DO NOT KISS MY SISTER, ROBOCOP.”
You pressed your middle finger to the glass that was holding you inside the car.
“DON’T GIVE ME THAT. STOP MAKING OUT!!! IT’S NOT ROMANTIC, IT’S BAD.”
You pulled away slowly, whispering, “Give me a second.”
“NATASHA ROMANOFF I CAN KISS WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!!”
“Y/N ROMANOFF YOU CANNOT KISS WHOEVER YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE!!”
“WATCH ME!!”
And with that, one hand pulled Bucky into you by his shirt, the other pulling tight on his hair. A low groan resonated from the back of his throat and his hands settled around your waist, pulling you on his lap.
“YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!”
Your lips were just making their way down to his jaw when the ride creaked again. “Hold on, I need a quick selfie. It’s gonna be great.” You took a classic couple’s shot; kissing Bucky and posing so that you could see all of the theme park under you, and your sister screaming her face off behind you.
4) The Wedding
“I, F/N M/N Romanoff, take you, James Buchanan Barnes, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
“And I, James Buchanan Barnes, take you, F/N M/N Romanoff, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
“You may kiss your bride.”
You nearly jumped into Bucky’s arms. You kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you, earning cheers from the few people attending.
“Oh, God, I love you so much,” you muttered against his lips.
“I love you too,” he replied.
You looked over to your maid of honour when he set you down.
Natasha was rocking the red bridesmaid dress that you’d gotten. And over on Bucky’s side, Steve was beaming, patting his friend on the back.
“Congrats, baby sister. You chose a good guy,” she said.
“Oh, so now you don’t hate him?”
“No, I still do. But I can suppress it for one day. And if he gets you pregnant, I’ll–”
“Kill him. I know.” You rolled your eyes.
“No, actually, I’ll take that baby as my own, because it’ll be as cute as the two of you combined, which, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, is hella cute. And it’ll get me into places.”
“As if being the Black Widow doesn’t already?”
She shushed you, smothering you in her arms one more time before your husband stole you from her arms and hauled you over his shoulder, carrying you out the exciting way. The you-and-him-way. And there was no way Natasha could stop him from carrying you out of the reception venue to bang you at least once before going to the after-party.
Even if she were to scream, “DO NOT BANG MY BABY SISTER!” at the top of her lungs.
Which she did.
Twice.