"Take it all in, kids!" Alexei boomed, waving an enthusiastic hand at the massive Quidditch pitch.

"Whoa!" Pietro craned his head back as he took in the field, his eyes sparkling. "This is so cool!"

"Thanks for taking us, Mr. Shostakov." Wanda said shyly. Vision and Pietro nodded, their mouths agape.

"Bah, it was no trouble." Alexei said, ruffling Pietro's hair. "Any friend of Lena's is part of the family."

Yelena bounced in place eagerly. "Let's find our seats!"

Grabbing Wanda by the hand, she pulled her friend over to the row of bleachers. Pietro and Vision followed closely behind them, looking around in awe. Clint and Natasha ran ahead, shoving each other and laughing as they sprinted up the bleachers in an impromptu race. Natasha beat him to their seats, laughing as Clint fell behind, wheezing.

"You snooze, you lose, Barton!"

"Yeah, fuck you too." He wheezed, panting.

"Loki and Nebula will be sorry they missed this!" Yelena crowed, stopping by Natasha and squinting at the numbers painted on the floor by the bleachers.

Alexei caught up to them, holding the tickets as cautiously as if they were made of solid gold. "This is our row!"

One by one, they took a seat on the metal bench, Alexei on one end and Vision on the other. Clint sat between Alexei and Natasha, with Yelena and the twins between Natasha and Vision. Alexei reached into his pocket and pulled out a greasy paper bag. Reaching in, he pulled out some pumpkin pasties and tossed one at each of the kids in turn.

"Thanks, Papa." Yelena grinned, immediately ripping the package open with her teeth. Natasha elbowed her in the ribs. "Animal."

"You're one to talk." Yelena retorted, tossing the wrapping at her sister's head. Natasha threw it back, rolling her eyes.

"No fighting today." Alexei said, in a clear attempt to achieve a stern tone but instead sounding distracted as he leaned forward, eagerly watching the field as the players began to line up at the edge of the pitch. "Full concentration on match!"

"Yeah, Natka, no fighting." Yelena stuck out her tongue and fell off the bench with a squawk as Natasha shoved her. "Hey!"

Pushing herself up with one hand and holding her pumpkin pasty aloft in the other, Yelena scrambled back to her spot on the bench as the announcement speaker crackled loudly.

"Witches and wizards, welcome!"

"Shh, it's starting!" Clint hissed, annoyed.

Yelena rolled her eyes. "I can see that, birdboy."

Alexei waved an irritated hand in their direction. "Тихо!"

"Please welcome to the field, The HolyHead Harpies!"

"Yeah!" Yelena cheered, leaping to her feet with the rest of the group in excitement.

"And their opponents, Puddlemere United!"

Yelena and her companions booed loudly.

"Players, take your positions!" The announcer cried enthusiastically, as one by one the players took their places in a line on either side of the referee.

"Let the game begin!"

The referee threw the Quaffle in the air, and the Chasers of each team immediately flew towards it. The Snitch disappeared, and the Bludgers shot up into the sky.

The first thirty minutes of the game was an intense back and forth, the players a mere blur as they flew from one side of the pitch to the other. Yelena leaned forward eagerly, shouting in excitement as the Quaffle was thrown from Chaser to Chaser. Natasha and Clint jumped and yelled at the Beaters, their volume nearly deafening the others.

Wanda and Vision were a bit more reserved in their cheering, but like Alexei, Pietro screamed himself hoarse, shaking his fist at the Seeker as she dove and narrowly missed the Snitch.

"Налево! Быстро!" Alexei boomed, nearly hitting Clint in the eye as he waved wildly. "Sorry, Clinton!"

"What?" Clint shouted, reaching around in his pocket for his hearing aid. Natasha rolled her eyes and reached around him to smack Alexei in the arm. "He can't hear you, Papa!"

"Конечно, конечно." He gestured distractedly, leaning forward again as one of the Holyhead Chasers flew towards the opposing goal. "Yes…yes…YES!"

They all jumped to their feet in triumphant cheering as the Chaser scored a goal. Yelena threw her arms around Wanda in an exuberant hug as they jumped up and down. Wanda grinned back at her, her eyes sparkling with exuberant joy.

"Fifty to ten, Lena!" She cried excitedly.

On Clint's other side, Alexei blew his nose loudly, joyful tears running down his face. Yelena rolled her eyes and let go of Wanda to throw an empty chocolate frog wrapper at his head.

"Men, honestly."

Natasha nodded in agreement as Alexei lifted Clint off the floor in an enthusiastic, bone-crushing hug, the both of them weeping.

"Such a beautiful goal, Clinton!"

"Yeah - beautiful!" Clint wheezed, patting Alexei on the back.

Natasha reached over and poked Alexei in the stomach, rolling her eyes. "Papa! You'll crush him."

Alexei set Clint down and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, sorry, sorry."

Clint coughed and flashed him a thumbs up. "I'm good, I'm good."

"Idiot." Natasha said fondly, shoving him in the shoulder. Clint shoved her back, jostling Yelena.

"Hey!" She leaned around Natasha and punched Clint in the arm. Sticking out his tongue, Clint punched her back.

"All right, all right." Alexei waved a vaguely admonishing hand in their direction as he sat back down and focused on the field. "Settle down. Your mother will have my head if any of you come home with bruises."

Yelena grinned smugly at Clint as they took their seats. He ignored her and proceeded to dig through the paper bag for more snacks with more focus than she had ever seen him give his homework.

"Who wants another pasty?"

"Papa, I swear to god." Yelena muttered, rubbing her forehead wearily. Tired and sweaty, she and the others trailed after Alexei as he wandered the parking lot.

"How can you not know where you parked it?" Natasha asked incredulously. Clint swayed on his feet next to her, frowning.

"Katya was here! I know it!" Alexei said, looking around in confusion.

"Боже мой." Yelena groaned. "I'm too tired for this shit."

"Maybe it's in the other parking area?" Wanda asked, leaning on Pietro to keep her balance.

"Ah!" Alexei hit himself in the forehead. "Yes, of course! You are genius, Wanda!"

Turning on his heel, he started to jog towards the other side of the field where the second parking lot had been set up for those spectators who arrived via car.

"If it's not there, I'll kill him." Natasha muttered, rolling her eyes skyward.

"KIDS! I FOUND CAR!" Alexei boomed suddenly from the other side of the field. Wincing, they rubbed their ears.

"Okay!" Natasha yelled back.

"WHAT?"

"We're coming your way!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"WE'RE COMING!" Natasha bellowed back.

"Ow." Pietro complained, covering his ears.

"Merlin's beard, Natka." Yelena said irritably.

"Shut up. He'll never hear it otherwise." Natasha snapped, leading the group towards Alexei's side of the field.

As they approached, he turned the key and the Lada came to life with a deafening roar.

"You still haven't fixed it?" Natasha said incredulously as they squeezed in the car.

Wanda, Pietro, and Yelena jumped in the back, with Vision on Wanda's lap. Clint stole the front seat, grinning cheekily. "Shotgun!"

Natasha sat on his lap with a sigh and poked him with an elbow, smirking as he yelped.

"Did you say something, Natka?" Alexei shouted as he reversed the car and almost drove into the car behind them. The other driver honked and leaned out of his window to shout obscenities in their direction.

Clint snickered and Natasha groaned. "Nope, nothing at all."