You were finishing up your mission report, when you noticed a mistake on Natashas paperwork. You point it out, your tone absolutely clear of malice, and help her fix it.

“Thanks.” She said, giving you a small smile, her fingertips gracing over your knuckles as a loving gesture.

“You’re welcome, mom.” You say, oblivious to your mistake as your hand lazily scrawls away at yet another report.

The room goes silent as everyone stares at you, a smirk threatening her lips. “Mom?”