Yelena has always been very different to her older sister, yet the one thing that brings them together is the fact that they are awful at cooking and a danger to others when they are in the kitchen. Yelena once came home to Natasha putting out a fire trying to bake cookies for her birthday.
"Natasha put down the pot." She deadpanned, dropping her keys into the bowl by the apartment door.
"You make it seem like I'm about to hit you with it, relax Yel, I'm just cooking pasta." Natasha countered, without turning to face her.
"That's... arguably worse. I would rather you hit me." She moved to get the pasta from the pantry anyway. Not that she would ever admit it but she quite enjoyed cooking with her sister, it was peaceful, it made her feel at home. Natasha enjoyed it too, in their 21 years without contact she missed her sister, she liked to spend this time with her. She smiled softly to herself, taking the fusilli pasta from her hands and pouring it into the boiling water, flinching as the water splashed back at her.
"Natasha Romanoff, ex assassin and avenger, afraid of some hot water."
"You're insufferable." She laughed, shaking her head.
Nat left the stove for mere seconds to put her favourite album, evermore, on vinyl. Yelena tried to argue with her to put her favourite, folklore, on instead. They ended up settling for speak now, both of their second favourites. They danced around together for a while, not noticing Yelena knock a towel on the flame, or Maria enter the apartment.
“Hey- shit guys there’s a fire!” The fire had now spread enough for concern to be raised, with Maria trying desperately to put it out while Yelena looked for the fire extinguisher.
“Why didn’t the fire alarm go off?” Yelena shouted.
“It went off last time I burned cookies and it annoyed me so i shot it!” Natasha shouted back.
“Nat what the fuck?”
“I FOUND IT!!” Yelena came running in with the extinguisher, rapidly attempting to put out the fire spreading all around the kitchen. The pot of pasta was now on the floor.
“You okay?” Maria checked Natasha for injuries, despite the fact she saw her keep her distance from the fire.
“Hey what about me? I put out the fire!”
“You’re just like your sister.” She sighed, putting the take out she got on the way to the apartment on the counter.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Maria said, smiling at Natasha.
“Maria the food is probably cold shall i heat it-“
“NO!!” Yelena and Maria shouted together.
Nat shook her head and gasped at the two, secretly happy they were getting along, and sat down to eat.