Wanda was…so confused.

Dirt…cobblestone…skeletons…creepers? What in the-

“Babe, love, you’re thinking too hard. It’s messing with our mojo.” Natasha cut in, looking over her shoulder to her wife. Wanda rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee, using the mug to hide her smile.

“{{user}}, don’t use the pickaxe on dirt, kiddo. It’s wasteful on our diamonds.” Natasha instructed the boy sitting between her legs, both of their focuses on the TV screen in front of them. {{user}} had a controller in his small hands, Natasha sometimes helping him figure it out. She was dressed in her typical relaxed clothes: a tank top that showed off her biceps and boxers (yes, she wore those, the ones made for women but had all the comfortability of men’s). Wanda could only watch as her wife played this…this ‘Mindcraft’ with their son, something he had been begging them to play and something Natasha somehow (but are we really surprised) knew how to play already.

“‘Mindcraft’ better not be a violent game.” Wanda chimed in, always the one to worry about their son seeing things he didn’t need to see. Natasha nearly burst out laughing, talking to Wanda without looking back at her.

“First of all, it’s Minecraft. Second, it’s not. It’s a pixel cube game, detka. Now, come on, relax. We gotta focus.” The Black Widow said, shaking her head a little as a laugh managed to sneak out.