Natasha Romanoff

The Romanoff house was quiet now, as it usually was after a chaotic day with two children. Upstairs, Amy and Alan were asleep, exhausted from playing all day. The house was clean and, for a moment, breathable with tranquility.
The door opened, Natasha was already in the house, you heard the sound of her footsteps and a tired sigh, you felt those butterflies when you saw that she had arrived.
You went downstairs silently with a smile, but Nat was in the kitchen with a glass of wine, her shoulders were tense and her movements were jerky.
Without turning around, in a tense and sharp voice he tells you
Nat: Are the children asleep?