I’m at the beach and I saw some asshole kick over your child’s sandcastle and now I have to give them a piece of my mind because I’m a nice person plus you’re really cute au! Natasha Romanoff and Felicity Smoak
Felicity liked vacationing with the team, mostly because Thea brought them to the most lavash and expensive place she could find. This time it was Fiji.
Ah, Fiji. She could stay there forever as she crossed her arms behind her head and relaxed. She loved Fiji. Crystal waters, white sand, beautiful people. Her smile suddenly slipped off her face as she witnessed a boy around 14 or 15 with dark skin and curly hair kick a young, redheaded girl’s sand castle over.
The girl looked maybe 5 or 6 with bright red in a ponytail and big green eyes. She was wearing a pink swimsuit that matched Felicity’s own bikini. She looked surprised when her castle was kicked over.
Felicity stood up, ignoring Laurel and Sara’s questioning looks and began to stomp over to the native looking boy.
He was speaking in a native accent when he called the girl a “stupid American”.
“Stupid American?” Felicity scoffed. The boy turned around with wide eyes.
“Miss Smoak.” He gaped.
“I wonder what the hotel would do if I told them what horrible disrespect you’re giving us “stupid Americans.” Felicity sneered. “This girl did nothing but make a sand castle and you messed it up. It was a beautiful sandcastle, too.”
“I-I…” The boy looked about to cry.
“Get out of here.” Felicity snapped. The boy ran. Felicity sighed, ran a hand through her blonde hair and sat next to the girl. “I’m Felicity.”
The young girl looked up with sharp eyes and said lightly, “I am Ana. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Felicity replied. “Can I help you make another sandcastle? I’m a certified genius.”
“So am I.” Ana replied. “Let’s make the best castle.”
As they began making it, Pepper nudged Natasha. The redheaded woman glanced up and rose an eyebrow.
“Felicity Smoak is making a sandcastle with Ana.” Natasha glanced at her daughter, little Anastasia Romanoff, and rose both eyebrows. Pepper glared at her. “Find out what happened, Romanoff.”
Natasha sighed and stood as she was told, stretching her long limbs and she quickly walked over to the two. Ana smiled as she saw her coming closer and said happily, “Hi Mama.”
Felicity looked up and froze. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow and her girl crush stood with her pale skin and black bikini and holy shit, was she building a sandcastle with her crush’s kid?
“I-uh, someone knocked her sandcastle over?” Felicity said weakly.
“And you yelled at them?” Felicity nodded silently. Natasha smiled. “I don’t suppose I could have your number…?”