"Hey," a voice suddenly sounded nearby her, and Yelena furrowed her brow, desperately trying to fight the tendrils of consciousness coming to life and bringing her to the waking world. She groaned, suddenly realizing with great irritation that someone was poking her. Yelena waved the hand away and she heard the huff of slight exasperation.

"Honey, wake up." Yelena groaned, more than anything just wanting to burrow further into the blankets. She turned over to face the source of the noise, her eyes barely opening to blearily catch sight of red hair. As soon as she realized who it was, she just blindly reached out, grabbing for the other woman.

"Yelena, open your eyes, I've got a surprise," Natasha told her, her voice getting a little impatient but with an overwhelmingly huge presence of her typical calm.

"Net, ya ustal... It can wait," Yelena told her, suddenly realizing to her surprise that Natasha was wearing a coat instead of the tank top that she had on when Yelena snuck into the bed with her the previous night as she always did.

"What're you wearing?" Yelena whined, her voice heightening just barely in pitch in an attempt to communicate her displeasure and confusion with her sister's chosen attire.

"A coat," Natasha responded, a bit of mirth in her voice. Yelena furrowed her brow, trying to figure out why Natasha had left the bed in the first place if she was cold.

"You're cold… Get back in bed here and we'll both be warm," Yelena protested, grabbing at her and trying to gain purchase so she could tug the woman down onto the bed. She felt Natasha bend down and kiss her forehead with a chuckle, her warm breath passing over Yelena's eyelids as she pulled away.

"Come on. I'm serious. You've got to get up, little one," Natasha encouraged, squeezing Yelena's shoulder and shaking it a bit. Yelena whined as Natasha started tugging at the covers and pulling them away from her. Yelena held onto them halfheartedly in her hands.

However, her eyes shot wide open as soon as Natasha jerked the sheets and blankets off of her. She immediately closed in on herself, the cool air of the room flooding over her.

"What the—"

"Get up and look," Natasha told her, pointing at the window.

"Fine!" Yelena groaned loudly with irritation and stepped quickly on the floor, aiming to look out the window and head straight back for bed. She almost jumped out of her skin when she realized the floor was freezing, a yelp escaping her throat. She quickly ran over for the window.

But her cold feet were completely forgotten when her eyes met the gorgeous sight out the window.

There was a thick coating of pristine white snow outside, the stuff covering everything in a gorgeous layer of beauty. However, all that Yelena could think about was the fact that she had not had the opportunity to slow down and play in snow since she and Natasha were children.

"Wow," Yelena spoke under her breath, her eyes wide as she took it all in eagerly.

"You like?" Natasha questioned, approaching Yelena's side with ease and trying to catch Yelena's eyes with her own affectionate gaze. Yelena stared for a little while longer at the snow before turning to look at Natasha with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you said you had a surprise," Yelena told her.

"I did. That was the surprise," Natasha replied, and Yelena could see the smile tugging at the corners of her lips as Natasha looked over at her.

"That was the sky's surprise," Yelena corrected her with a smirk, too giddy with the whole thing to remain too serious in her teasing.

"My surprise, too, though. The sky wasn't the one waking you up to see it before anything messed it up," Natasha spoke with a shrug. Yelena shook her head, turning to start getting dressed to go outside and play in it.

"Taking credit for the sky's doings… Such a poser," Yelena told her, an increasingly growing grin on her face as she swiftly threw off her nightclothes and started putting on her thick, winter clothes.

"I think I should've left you in bed," Natasha acknowledged, mock irritation in her voice, but Yelena could hear the teasing in the undertones of the older woman's voice. Yelena rolled her eyes, pulling on her boots and shrugging her coat on her shoulders before zipping it up quickly.

"C'mon, poser, let's go!" Yelena cried with excitement that she could not quite hold back. She hurried over to Natasha, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her out of the door. She charged out the door, stopping just before she hit the snow in the yard. She just gazed at all of it, noting with happiness how her breath blew in a hazy fog around her. She could not help but grin widely as she looked back at Natasha. To her surprise, Natasha was just looking at her, an adoring smile on her face.

Yelena squeezed Natasha's hand tightly before letting go and running out into the snow. She immediately stopped as soon as she was a small distance away, and she spun around to face her sister, a wild look in her eyes. Natasha was following in her footsteps, her hands in her pockets as she watched Yelena.

"Let's make snow angels," Yelena announced with a goofy smile, and Natasha just chuckled.

"Seriously?"

"This is my surprise, so we do what I want with it," Yelena shot back and Natasha just shook her head fondly before laying down in the snow not too far from Yelena. The both of them waved their arms and legs, making imprints in the snow. Yelena could not help but giggle as soon as she got up from the snow, and Natasha chuckled a bit as well. However, as she stood and looked at the angels they made, she lost a little of the smile as she studied them.

"Y'know, I'm not sure why they're called snow angels," Yelena pointed out, her hands on her hips as she observed their handiwork. Natasha got up and stood next to her, tilting her head.

"I don't think I've put that much thought into it," Natasha acknowledged, and Yelena squinted a bit at them.

"They look like moths," Yelena announced, and she could feel Natasha's eyes on her immediately. It almost made Yelena laugh, but she was too focused on the fact that she had finally figured out what snow angels truly look like.

"What?"

"They should be called snow moths," Yelena resolutely announced, and Natasha shook her head, shifting her gaze between the snow angels and Yelena's face. Yelena could see her confusion, and she shrugged nonchalantly.

"They look like moths to me," Yelena insisted, and Natasha shook her head just as stubbornly.

"I don't see it."

"Most normal people cannot," Yelena told her with a bit of a smirk on her face. Natasha raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her face.

"Apparently only weirdos see it."

"No. Only special, talented people can see it," Yelena proclaimed, and Natasha just raised an eyebrow in response. Yelena flashed a grin at her big sister before looking around and considering what they could do next.

"Ooh, I have an idea! Let's build a snowman!" Yelena announced excitedly, and Natasha just huffed a little, but Yelena could easily see the small smile pulling its way across her face.

"Okay, little one. Let's do it." Yelena started rolling a ball of snow as the redhead started rolling her own.

Yelena excitedly was rolling hers as quickly as she could, thrilled with the idea, and Natasha was going a little slower. Soon enough, Yelena had the base of the snowman ready. Natasha had just finished a smaller one, and she came over, putting the middle on the snowman.

"Here, I'll roll the head and you can go get his eyes, nose, and mouth," Natasha told her, and Yelena was so thrilled with the whole thing that she could not even bring herself to give the redhead a hard time because of her bossiness.

Once she had gathered some gravel from the driveway and found a slightly moldy carrot in the fridge after extensive searching— both of them but particularly Natasha had a bad habit of just stuffing things in the fridge when they got home with groceries and sometimes things got lost in there and ended up half-rotted when they found it again—Yelena headed back outside to decorate the snowman. Yelena came over and stuck the nose in the snowman's head firmly, and Natasha furrowed her brow.

"Where did you find the carrots? I've been looking in the fridge for a while for these," Natasha acknowledged, furrowing her brow as she eyed the blonde. Yelena shrugged her shoulders as she stuck the pebbles of the eyes and mouth in the head.

"I just looked for the only thing in there that matched your hair's exact shade," Yelena replied, and she could feel Natasha's disapproving glare. The corner of Yelena's lips quirked upward as she flashed her honey-green eyes in Natasha's direction.

She then stepped backward so they could observe the snowman.

"Huh… It's missing something," Yelena murmured to herself, and Natasha looked at her quizzically. Yelena suddenly grinned, an idea coming to mind as she hurried over to a nearby pine tree and pulled a branch from it. She grabbed the pine needles and inserted them into the snowman's head, making it look as if it had hair.

She then started rolling up some snow.

"What are you doing?"

"Making a snowwoman!" Yelena announced before finishing the snowball she had made and starting to meld the snow onto the snowperson's chest.

"You have got to be kidding me…"

"I'm one hundred percent serious," Yelena informed her, a giant smile coming across her face as she glanced in her sister's direction and took out a bit of the snow in the middle of the snowperson's chest in order to make it look like that of a female.

When she stepped away this time, her grin was ear-splitting and she looked in Natasha's direction, extremely proud of her handiwork. Natasha just sighed deeply and shook her head.

"Well… At least it's not a snowman," Natasha commented, putting an emphasis on the male part of the word. Yelena's eyes went wide as an even better idea for their snowperson came to her mind.

"Oh, wait! But it could be! That would be so much better!" Yelena cried excitedly, immediately kneeling down and starting to make the parts she needed to make a male snowperson.

"No, no, and no! We're not doing that," Natasha adamantly informed her, and Yelena cackled gleefully as she started rolling a cylinder shape.

"Yes, yes, and yes!" Yelena proclaimed, grinning widely as she continued to roll.

However, after just a moment, she was suddenly hit in the back of the head with something cold. Yelena froze, furrowing her brow and snapping her head back to look at her older sister. Natasha was just grinning at her, holding a snowball in her hand. Yelena's eyes lit up with the challenge.

But at the same time, she did know that Natasha was just trying to distract her from making the snowman's anatomy. So she kept going in her efforts.

To her immense irritation and annoyance, the snowballs kept coming, hitting her in the back, the head, and anywhere else Natasha could land them. However, when she finally got hit in the butt with a snowball, Yelena was done trying to make her genius idea come to fruition.

So she grabbed her cylinder and threw it at Natasha full-force. Natasha let out a strangled yelp, dodging the packed snow. Yelena laughed wickedly at the look on Natasha's face as she gaped at the blonde.

"Did you just throw the snowman's penis at me?!"

"Well, since you seemed to be so obsessed with it!" Yelena told her with an evil smile. Natasha just narrowed her eyes, playfulness alight in her light greens.

They both just stood there quietly staring at each other for a long time, neither of them making a move as they carefully watched for the other's next move. Yelena finally could not resist it any longer, and she snatched a wad of snow and packed it swiftly, running to the side as she readied it. Natasha had grabbed her own, and she was already readying for launching.

Yelena tried to dodge as Natasha swiftly landed the snowball in the blonde's shoulder. Yelena grunted but quickly threw her own, landing it in Natasha's face. Natasha was disoriented for a moment, trying to get the snow out of her eye and recuperate from the sting, and Yelena used this as her opening to make a ton of snowballs.

As soon as Natasha was getting her bearings, Yelena chucked three more snowballs in quick succession at her, managing to hit both of Natasha's shoulders and her chest. Natasha started to retreat, running in the opposite direction, but Yelena was not going to let her escape that easily. She swiftly balled up three more, hauling her first one as hard as she could and hitting Natasha in the back of the head firmly.

She laughed joyously when she saw Natasha fall forward in the snow. She happily hurried up to her, throwing her remaining ammunition and hitting Natasha with them. To her amazement, Natasha had not made a move to get up from her fall.

"What's wrong, you big poser? Can't take a hit?" Yelena questioned, grinning victoriously as she formed her next snowball in her hand and just watched Natasha's form there in the snow on the ground. Natasha did not move, and Yelena chuckled, stepping nearer with her snowball prepped.

"Come on, queen drama. You really are a poser," Yelena baited, her eyes sparkling as she eagerly awaited for that telltale flash of red that would signify her sister's return to the game.

However, Natasha did not get up or respond. After a long moment, Yelena's smile slowly faded as she gazed at her sister. Some part of her was extremely distrustful of this scenario, but another larger and more innocent part of her was worried a bit. Yelena hesitantly stepped closer.

"Natashka?" Yelena hesitantly spoke, and Natasha remained unresponsive. Yelena soon found the concern starting to overcome her as she started to bend down toward her sister, hesitantly reaching out for her shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay—"

Yelena was swiftly interrupted by Natasha's arms reaching out and grabbing her as she tumbled her into the snow, the both of them rolling in the white stuff. Natasha landed on top as she had so obviously planned, and Yelena fought against her, trying to get her off. She glowered at the redhead as Natasha just sat on top of her with a giant grin on her face and her light greens alight with love and mischief.

"Ahh…. Little one … I would have thought you learned not to trust one of the oldest tricks in the book," Natasha scolded playfully. Yelena just growled under her breath and looked away from Natasha's gloating face, cursing the fact that she had fallen for it so childishly.

"I guess you'll do better next time," Natasha spoke, and Yelena looked in her direction just a little too late as Natasha stuffed snow down the front of her coat. Yelena shrieked, and Natasha swiftly jumped off of her, taking off running through the snow. Yelena got up, running after her with no hesitation despite the fact that freezing cold, now melting snow was running down her chest and torso.

"YOU POSER! GET BACK HERE!" Yelena screamed at the top of her lungs, and Natasha just laughed wickedly, her red braids flying behind her wildly. Yelena felt a grin coming onto her face despite her severe disadvantage. This was extremely fun even though she was freezing to death at this very moment.

Yelena kicked in the speed, noticing that Natasha was slowing down just a bit in what was an obvious attempt to goad the blonde. She was looking behind at her at Yelena with a way too pleased look on her face.

However, before Natasha could start running at full speed again, Yelena jumped, tackling her into the snow, the both of them getting the whiteness in their hair and all over them. Natasha had landed on her front and Yelena was resting on the redhead's back with her arms wrapped tightly around her sister's middle.

Natasha had the breath knocked from her, but she was still laughing ridiculously loudly, her entire face contorted with the mirth. Yelena could not help but breathlessly laugh along, lowering her head so that her forehead was pressed against Natasha's neck and shoulder area.

"Now that I've got you in my clutches, what should I do to you?" Yelena asked her big sister, a big smile on her face despite her irritation with Natasha's earlier moves.

"Hug me, squeeze me, and take me home and call me your own?" Natasha playfully asked, quirking that signature eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder at Yelena who had now rested her chin on Natasha's shoulder blade. Yelena just laughed in response, trying to keep away the chill now that she had slowed down. She almost found herself agreeing to it not only because of her own temperature but also because of the positively glowing sisterly love in Natasha's eyes that just made Yelena want to curl up somewhere warm and snuggle close to her.

"Eh… Sounds too pacifist for me. You deserve something spicier," Yelena informed her just before slamming cold snow on the back of Natasha's neck. Natasha gasped from the sheer cold of it all, and Yelena cackled happily as she raised up from her sister.

"Alright… alright… Seriously… Let's do your idea. I'm cold," Yelena informed her, offering her hand to her older sister. Natasha took it gladly, letting the blonde help her up.

"Come here, sweetie," Natasha unzipped her coat and opened her arms, a mock sympathetic look on her face, and Yelena just eyed her grumpily but nevertheless stepped into her arms and leaned her head over, letting it rest against Natasha's chest as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist under the coat. Natasha chuckled warmly under her breath and moved her coat so that it encircled the blonde. Yelena smiled a little with the sudden flood of warmth and the comforting scent.

"Ya tebya lyublyu," Natasha whispered, her nose near Yelena's ear and her breath blowing warm against it. Yelena rolled her eyes and cuddled closer to her, murmuring her reply as she just tried to get closer.

It was a fun snow day. One that she had not had the privilege of enjoying for far too long.

A/N: I finally got to watch the Black Widow movie and I am absolutely even more in love! I definitely am going to do my best to write more for these two girls! I might even write something with Melina in it at some point :)

Please let me know if you liked it, and I hope you're having a really good day!