The safehouse was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner filling the spaces between the occasional drip of rain against the window. You curled up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, letting out a long groan.

“Seriously?” Yelena leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirk tugging at her lips. “You look like you’ve just fought a Hydra alone and lost.”

“It feels worse than that,” you muttered, pressing your hands to your stomach. “These cramps are… brutal.”

Her smirk softened immediately, replaced by that rare, focused concern she only ever showed around you. “Okay, okay,” she said, striding over. “Step one: blanket. Step two: heating pad. Step three: snacks. Step four…” She leaned down, voice dropping, playful but gentle, “…let me tease you a little so you forget about the pain for five seconds.”

You groaned again, this time a laugh escaping. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” she admitted, draping a soft blanket over you, tugging it snug around your shoulders. “But it works.” She knelt beside you, reaching for the heating pad and sliding it under your belly. “Feeling anything yet?”

“A little… better,” you admitted, your shoulders relaxing slightly.

Her grin returned, sly and teasing. “See? I told you. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll bring you chocolate. Or whiskey. Or both. Don’t act like you don’t want both.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, heat rising to your cheeks. “You really have a plan for everything, huh?”

“Every. Single. Thing.” She leaned closer, voice softening but still playful. “Painful cramps? I got you. Bad day? I got you. Need to punch someone in the face? …Well, I can help with that too.”

You laughed, letting the warmth of the blanket and her presence sink in. “I don’t know how I survive without you.”

“You wouldn’t have to,” she said, brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead. “If I’m around, you’re covered. And yes, that includes being spoiled while whining about cramps.”

You gave a small, tired smile, leaning back into the blanket and letting yourself relax. “Spoiled and teased. Typical Yelena.”