Ok so I get bored really easily so I stalk pinterest and naturally I have a heroes board basically full of Marvel stuff (with a lot of avengers stuff) and then I start seeing these prompts (which I assume are from tumblr) and I think to myself maybe I should write some one shots of these.

Now if anyone see any problem with this let me know and I'll take this story down like asap.

I do not own, marvel or its characters or the prompts used, just the idea that comes from the prompt.

Widowbitesandhearingaids:
headcanon that Natasha's an amazing singer but god help the poor fool who ever comments on it. Everyone knows this. You mention singing and you die. Fact.
Everyone knows but Bucky. And one day Bucky hears her singing Russian lullabies to herself and softly joins in, because he still remembers the language and Natasha lets him. And Clint stumbles into this bizarre assassin duet and just backpedals the hell outta there because nah man, there's some things he's just not prepared for, and the two scariest people he knows singing children's songs is one of them

Казачья Колыбельная Песня - Cossack Lullaby

Lullaby

(Russian) -(English)

1. Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,
Баюшки-баю.
Тихо смотрит месяц ясный
В колыбель твою.
Стану сказывать я сказки,
Песенку спою;
Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,
Баюшки-баю.

2. Сам узнаешь, будет время,
Бранное житье;
Смело вденешь ногу в стремя
И возьмешь ружье.
Я седельце боевое
Шелком разошью...
Спи, дитя мое родное,
Баюшки-баю.

3. Богатырь ты будешь с виду
И казак душой.
Провожать тебя я выйду —
Ты махнешь рукой...
Сколько горьких слез украдкой
Я в ту ночь пролью!..
Спи, мой ангел, тихо, сладко,
Баюшки-баю.

4. Стану я тоской томиться,
Безутешно ждать;
Стану целый день молиться,
По ночам гадать;
Стану думать, что скучаешь
Ты в чужом краю...
Спи ж, пока забот не знаешь,
Баюшки-баю.

5. Дам тебе я на дорогу
Образок святой:
Ты его, моляся богу,
Ставь перед собой;
Да, готовясь в бой опасный,
Помни мать свою...
Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,
Баюшки-баю

1. Sleep, my beautiful good boy,
Bayushki bayu*,
Quietly the moon is looking
Into your cradle.
I will tell you fairy tales
And sing you little songs,
But you must slumber, with your little eyes closed,
Bayushki bayu.

2. The time will come when you will learn
The soldier's way of life,
Boldly you'll place your foot into the stirrup
And take the gun.
The saddle-cloth for your battle horse
I will sew for you from silk.
Sleep now, my dear little child,
Bayushki bayu.

3. You will look like a hero
And be a Cossack deep in your heart.
I will accompany you and watch you go,
You will just wave your hand.
How many secret bitter tears
Will I shed that night!
Sleep, my angel, calmly, sweetly,
Bayushki bayu.

4. I will die from yearning,
Inconsolably waiting,
I'll pray the whole day long,
And at night I'll wonder,
I'll think that you're in trouble
Far away in a strange land.
Sleep now, as long as you know no sorrows,
Bayushki bayu.

5. On the road, I'll give you
A small holy icon,
And when you pray to God, you'll
Put it right in front of you,
While preparing for the dangerous battle
Please remember your mother.
Sleep, good boy, my beautiful,
Bayushki bayu.

Clint inched forward down the hall, listening to Natasha singing Russian lullaby. This is not at all a surprise to him, she's always done that when she was comfortable, (which admittedly took her years to actually be comfortable somewhere), he often watched her singing his children to sleep. It helped that they never remarked on it, he still has the scar from the first time and only time he ever remarked on how beautiful her sing was.

He knew, they all knew that the red room screwed her over, majorly, everyone one in the tower knew that and they all knew her love of music was the only thing that stayed with her from when she was a child, so it was an unwritten, unspoken agreement between everyone that no one would talk about it and when Nat did sing they would just go on doing whatever it was that they were doing.

Спи, младенец мой прекрасный,
Баюшки-баю.
Тихо смотрит месяц ясный
В колыбель твою.
Стану сказывать я сказки,
Песенку спою;
Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки,
Баюшки-баю.

Clint smiled as she started sing the song again as quietly he opened the door to Steve's painting room, where he knew Nat hid out from time to time when the soldier was away on a mission, or when she just need some time alone. Steve was pretty protective of his painting room, not really allowing anyone in until he had finished and was ready to move onto another room in the tower. He claimed it was because to may interruptions made him lose focus, but Clint always thought it was because it was one of few times he was just plain Steve Rogers, not Cap, not Captain America, not Steve Rogers, Captain America but just plain Steve Rogers, the punk from Brooklyn (Bucky's words). It was something they all understood so they let him be, but Natasha was always different, no one knew what they would talk about in there but it would always leave Nat calmer, same with Steve until eventually they all knew to look from them both there if one couldn't be found.

Clint opened the door and almost had a heart attack at hearing a new voice join in on Nat's lullaby.

Bucky was singing.

Clint had no idea that Bucky could sing, and while admittedly he wasn't the best, pairing with Nat made him sound better. Clint took one look at both of them, Nat cleaning Steve mess from this morning, Bucky reading a book and backed away. He knew he was trained for any situation but facing two of the deadliest, scariest people he knew (and that was saying something because he had met Wolverine) sing Russian children's song scared the hell out of him, he would rather face another alien attack thank you very much (minus the mindcontrol).

He backed away, from the room and sighed a sigh of relief when he reached the end of the hallway.

"Where are you heading off too?" Steve asked, coming up behind him.

"I was looking for Nat."

Steve looked at him. "She's just in the paint room, I can get her if it's important."

Clint shook his head. "Nah it's nothing important, just Laura wanting to know if Nat was going to come over anytime soon."

"I thought we were coming over tomorrow?"

"We?" Clint smirked as Steve blushed.

"Yes we, you know Nat and I are together."

"I know but it fun messing with you."

Steve shook his head. "Tell Laura tomorrow."

Clint nodded and started to walk away when Steve called his name and he looked around.

"Don't mention it to the others that the two of them were singing, Bucky really, really wouldn't like that."

Clint looked at him, gobsmacked. "How did you know I heard that?"

Steve tapped his ear. "Super hearing remember, I also had that stunned look on my face when I first heard the two of them."

"Do they sing often?"

"No."

"Wow, I guess now I fell honoured that I heard it."

"You should be. I have no doubt that dispute looking like they didn't notice you they in fact did notice you."

"Yeah I had a feeling that may have been the case."

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