"Блядь!"

At first, Natasha Romanoff didn't understand why the swear word had caught her attention. Sure Wanda was young but she wasn't a kid, it wasn't as if she shouldn't swear. It also, she was sure, wasn't the first time she had heard the young avenger swear, and it wasn't out of place, Natasha would also have sworn if she had bumped her glass and got water down the front of her t-shirt.

Then it hit her. She was Bilingual – multilingual-, that was something she had known for a long time, but sometimes it didn't register in her mind when a word was spoken if it was in her native tongue or in English anymore. That word, the one which she had instantly translated to the English 'Fuck' was spoken in her own language.

"как вы сказали?"

Wanda looked up from the wet patch on her t-shirt as though she had just been caught doing something she shouldn't. She hadn't been here long, only a matter of days had passed since the whole thing in Sokovia, her brother had just died and it dawned on Natasha that the kid probably hadn't been doing family trees in order to have known her heritage. Natasha was, after all, the American version of her birth name.

"как ваша фамилия?" The kid replied, what is your surname? So she did speak Russian, she wouldn't have got that far if she didn't.

"романова. а ты говоришь по русски?" She already knew the answer, of course, Wanda spoke Russian and with a Surname like Maximoff, coming from максимова, she must have had some form of Russian heritage at some stage. It was then that Natasha caught a glance at Steve from across the room in the adjacent sitting area. He was watching them carefully, aware he didn't know a word of what they had said.

"давайте повеселиться с мальчиками," Natasha whispered, watching as Steve's confusion had caught on and the other men in the sitting room, huddled around a football game, had started to watch too.

"да," Wanda smiled.

Poor kid. This was the first time Natasha thought she had ever seen her smile. She was so young, and she had lost everything. That was something Natasha knew a lot about but it wasn't something she ever wanted others to experience.

"Откуда твоя фамилия?" Natasha continued, where is your surname from?

They continued back and forth in Russian, many of the words from Wanda becoming more staggered and basic as they moved away from everyday phrases. Wanda, Natasha learned, had done basic Russian at school – even having a qualification in it from high school. Her Grandfather had been a Russian Jew, moved to Sokovia to start a new life after the second world war when safety had resumed in that part of the world. That had obviously led to the surname Maximoff.

As they spoke, Natasha asking questions and Wanda answering them the best she could, the two girls could see their colleagues becoming increasingly confused. Eventually, they began to mumble.

"What are they saying." Steve was the one to start.

"They must be talking about us, look at that side eye from Natasha." Then came Tony.

"Nah, Man, that's just Natasha, she always looks at people like that - even looks at me like that." Finishing with Clint.

It was at that point that there was a swishing sound and the Robot – or whatever he was, Natasha still didn't feel she really got the whole thing – Vision, entered the room, sliding effortlessly through the walls as if they were hot butter. He elegantly placed both feet on the ground and spoke in his soft and wise tone.

"There is no need to be alarmed gentlemen, they are simply talking about the history of Wanda's family."

"Well, must admit, expected more from you Nat, super spy assassin and all, thought you'd talk about something a bit more interesting."

Natasha turned and smile, the faces of the four boys seeming to drop.

"Oh, really? Well, that was just the start, and unless any of you become fluent in Russian overnight you'll never know if we're talking food or talking about who has the best biceps. Sorry boys, but we're outnumbered by you all and we need to make up for it somehow."

Natasha watched as Tony sighed and headed from the room. She knew he couldn't handle it, knew he was hitting the internet either to learn the language or to find some way to auto-translate every word she said. Still, it would keep him out of the way for a while.