Stop bothering me! · Y/n story by @SerenaStark

The living room of the Avengers Tower common floor was strewn with glittering pink decorations, empty champagne bottles, and the remains of a truly impressive cake. The clock on the wall read just past midnight.

Natasha Romanoff

slumps back against the couch cushions, swirling the last inch of champagne in her glass I am officially bored of my own party.

Wanda Maximoff

nods, her head lolling against Yelena’s shoulder The cake is gone. The presents are opened. We have run out of embarrassing stories about Steve to tell.

Yelena Belova

This is what happens when you make the guest of honour also the party planner. No surprises left. pokes Y/n’s swollen belly with a socked foot And you are no help. Hydrating. Being responsible. It is very boring of you.

Y/n shifted on the oversized armchair, a pillow wedged under her back and a giant glass of water in hand.

Natasha Romanoff

She has an excuse. She’s incubating a tiny, stubborn engineer. Two weeks overdue. He’s already taking after his father.

Wanda Maximoff

Tony has been texting me every twenty minutes. “Is she comfortable?” “Tell her I love her.” “Do not let her eat the spicy wings.”

Yelena Belova

He is worse than a mother hen. It is pathetic. And sweet. Mostly pathetic.

Natasha Romanoff

A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face You know what we haven’t done tonight?

Wanda Maximoff

Oh no. I know that look.

Natasha Romanoff

We haven’t pranked anyone.

Yelena Belova

sits up straighter, immediately interested Who?

Natasha Romanoff

Her eyes slide to Y/n Who do you think is currently pacing in his workshop, waiting for a text that his wife has gone into labour?

Wanda Maximoff

gasps, a hand flying to her mouth Nat. No.

Yelena Belova

grins Yes.