They had been invited to dinner that night by T'Challa and you don't just blow off the invitation of a king but Natasha didn't really care. As she explained to Steve, Sam, Scott, and Bucky as she shoved them out the door, they were her kids, she had to take care of them. As she stood in the center of the living room where Saski was sleeping on the couch, the little ones chasing each other around the space, and Marti had somehow fallen asleep on the recliner with Yana in her arms.
Natasha was loathe to wake the sleeping girls up but she needed help. The boys and the others had all crashed somewhere else or gone exploring. She didn't really care where they were and didn't really want to find out but they would be back soon. She knew she wasn't the greatest parent in the world but she was really strict about curfews. Just as she finished her thought Kae'ela, Layala, and Aiden burst through the door with Sasha hot on their heels. "There's a group of people heading our way," Kae'ela says between puffs of air "It looks like the Dora Milajae and I think I saw King T'Challa in their midsts."
"Der'mo," Natasha swore "he thinks i'm sick."
"They're getting closer," Gracie, one of the little ones says.
"Oh really, I didn't notice," Saski deadpans. She's up by now, she's a light sleeper and people freaking out woke her up really quickly. In her life experience people freaking out never meant good things. The ringing of the doorbell and a knock take them out of their argument on what to do.
"Miss Romanoff," T'Challa's muffled voice calls through the door "Is everything alright?"
"Damn, too nice bastard," Natasha growls under her breath. She answers the door anyway. Her t-shirt and jeans don't give the air of a sick person and Hays Alai's head is peeking out from behind the doorframe. "Your Highness," she inclines her head and T'Challa gives a slight bow back.
"Miss Romanoff," he says calmly "why is there a little girl with a gun behind the door?"
"Weeeell," Natasha says drawing in a deep breath "my family went off and decided to come and visit me."
"Right," T'Challa deadpans "So they're not an elite group of assassins."
"Oh no, they are most definitely that."
"That's nice, can I come in?"
"Sure, I'll make sure they know not to drive you insane or try to kill you."