Natasha cracks a small smile at the nickname once more, and it only grows into a confident smirk as Alice continues. "Damn right we do. See?" She looks up at Jasper and grins, reaching up with the hand that Alice isn't holding so she can brush his hair out of his eyes. "We're standing between you and the Volturi. I may not know much about vampires but I'm pretty sure that Alice and I are a terrifying team, they'll probably, you know." She wrinkles her nose and looks back at Alice. "Just turn around and walk the other way again, if they know what's good for them. We'll be fine."
Her smile fades a little, and Natasha squeezes Alice's hand tightly in reassurance before she looks back up at Jasper. "YA ne dopushchu, chtoby s toboy chto-nibud' sluchilos', Dzhasper, obeshchayu. I ya ne dayu obeshchaniy, kotoryye ya ne mogu soblyudat'." She lets silence fall between them for a moment, her words settling, and she can feel the tension. The Volturi, whoever they are, are significant to both Jasper and Alice and their culture, and Natasha knows what it feels like to learn that you're being hunted. So she does the only thing she can think of. She tries to make it better.
"Enough of that then. We have time, we'll wait until your family gets here to make a solid plan." She reaches up once more to drag Jasper down so she can plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and then she turns to look at Alice, taking her face in both of Natasha's hands. "And you, little miss Prophet, you know I'm not going anywhere and we're going to handle this. So, right now, enough." She pulls Alice's head a little closer to plant a soft kiss on her forehead before she grabs her hand, and Natasha grabs Jasper's with the other before she drags them both to the stove.
"Now. Your human is freaking starving, and both of you have spent all day running off and hunting and I have to actually put out effort to make my meals. So you're both cooking me dinner." It's not a request, but at least she pairs it with a sweet smile and a flutter of lashes. "I'll teach you if you want."
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Her smile fades a little, and Natasha squeezes Alice's hand tightly in reassurance before she looks back up at Jasper. "YA ne dopushchu, chtoby s toboy chto-nibud' sluchilos', Dzhasper, obeshchayu. I ya ne dayu obeshchaniy, kotoryye ya ne mogu soblyudat'." She lets silence fall between them for a moment, her words settling, and she can feel the tension. The Volturi, whoever they are, are significant to both Jasper and Alice and their culture, and Natasha knows what it feels like to learn that you're being hunted. So she does the only thing she can think of. She tries to make it better.
"Enough of that then. We have time, we'll wait until your family gets here to make a solid plan." She reaches up once more to drag Jasper down so she can plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and then she turns to look at Alice, taking her face in both of Natasha's hands. "And you, little miss Prophet, you know I'm not going anywhere and we're going to handle this. So, right now, enough." She pulls Alice's head a little closer to plant a soft kiss on her forehead before she grabs her hand, and Natasha grabs Jasper's with the other before she drags them both to the stove.
"Now. Your human is freaking starving, and both of you have spent all day running off and hunting and I have to actually put out effort to make my meals. So you're both cooking me dinner." It's not a request, but at least she pairs it with a sweet smile and a flutter of lashes. "I'll teach you if you want."