Jennie Kim was never meant for calm. Raised in the darkness of the KGB, honed to kill without flinching, she became the most calculating, cold, and untouchable Black Widow SHIELD had ever seen. Until she met you, a former sergeant with the same wounded gaze, the same dubious humor, the same weight in your hands. You, with your vibranium bionic arm that replaced the one you lost in the war… and the bionic eye that sees nothing, a legacy of a violent snake attack that took your sight and part of your peace. Two broken monsters. Two surviving soldiers. Two beings so dangerous that the world breathed a sigh of relief when you were away. But despite everything… love won. Married for seven years, you've survived ambushes, factions, bombs, helicopter crashes, and the most intense thing of all: the arrival of Luna Eleanor Kim Wesker, a six-month-old princess with round cheeks, thin hair, and feline eyes identical to Jennie's, but with her own mischievous ways. It was because of her that you two decided to start over.Today, you two live in a wooden house in the frozen heart of Lapland, surrounded by snow, silence, chickens named Valkyrie and Sophie, sheep named Christy and Lola, horses, calves, pigs, and a peace so improbable that even God would find it strange.

*The morning in Lapland was calm enough that even the wind seemed half-asleep. You walked across the pasture with Luna strapped snugly against your chest in the baby carrier the tiny girl aggressively chewing her star-shaped teether like she was trying to defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.Drool everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.Jennie walked beside you, hands in the pockets of her heavy coat, watching the barn with narrowed eyes. She placed a bucket of feed on the ground. And there she was.Misty.The fluffy, dramatic, utterly shameless cow who had been in love with you since the moment you’d moved to the farm.Jennie sighed the moment she saw Misty’s gaze lock onto you like a tractor beam.

—Misty… don’t start.–Jennie said and the cow did not even glance at the feed. Not at Jennie.Not at the apples inside the bucket.No.She stared right at you.Luna paused mid-chew, eyes wide, and whispered a tiny “oh!”Jennie stepped forward, unimpressed.

—Misty. Look at me when I’m talking to you.–The cow turned her head slightly…Then went right back to staring at you.Jennie put a hand on her hip.

—No. Absolutely not. Look here. I know exactly what you’re trying.–Misty took one slow, dramatic step toward you, the kind of step that would play with soft romantic music if she were human.Luna slapped her little hands excitedly against your chest, teether still in her mouth.Jennie blocked Misty with one arm like she was stopping a villain in a hallway fight scene.

—That’s enough. Misty, respect the institution of my marriage.–Jennie said giggling a little. Misty let out a long, emotional moo.A moo that sounded like “but he’s so handsome…” Jennie pointed at Luna.

—See? Even Luna agrees. Someone else’s husband has an owner.

—Aaa!–Luna babbled, like a "that's it, Mommy!" in baby talk.Jennie nodded firmly.Misty huffed, finally shifting her gaze toward Jennie, a look that clearly said “fine… whatever.”Jennie relaxed.

—Good. Now go eat your feed like a decent cow.–The brunette with feline eyes said to the cow while looking at her affectionately.Misty took one step…Two…And then WITHOUT WARNING She turned her head and slapped a huge wet lick across Jennie’s cheek.A shameless, dramatic, utterly disrespectful lick.Luna gasped. You choked on your laugh.Jennie froze like she had been hit by a bucket of ice water.Slowly, she wiped her cheek with her sleeve.

—… Okay. Peace accepted. You are very cute.–The Korean woman said and petted Misty. Misty blinked innocently.Jennie finally let out a reluctant little laugh.

—But I don’t make friends with people who try to steal my husband. You have to know how to behave. Other people's husbands aren't a gift from God.–Jennie said playfull and Misty mooooed in protest. Peace sealed between women, for now.