Me: Its a cool vest. Yelena: You know, this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself.
Momma and Clint looked at us in disbelief as we chatted over Yelena's vest.
Momma: That? Yelena: Yeah. You don't like it? Clint: Is that like a....Is it army surplus, or....? Yelena: Okay, it has a lot of pockets.*chuckles* But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications. Momma:*scoffs* Oh, yeah?
Clint and I giggle as they glare at each other.
Yelena: Whatever. Shut up. The point is, I've never....I've never had control over my own life before, and now I do. I want to do things. Momma: Hmm....I like your vest. Yelena: I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right? Clint: It's good. Yes. I like it. Yelena: And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know. I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry. Momma: I know. But I think I know somebody who does. Me: Oh, yeah? Who? Momma: We're gonna need a jet.
My eyebrow goes up as we walk across the feild towards.......what I think is supposed to be a helicopter.
Me: That looks sad. Momma: I said we needed a jet. Mason: Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets. Yelena: I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro. Mason: Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking? Yelena: Ha! Clint: Don't let her wind you up. Mason: No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism. Momma: Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.
Mason scoffs and shakes his head.
Mason: You, too, huh? Tag team. Me: Aw, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around. Momma: Where's the rest?
Yelena and Clint breathe on the glass and I giggle.
Mason:*breathes* Voilà.
Yelena picks up a bar and takes a bite.
Yelena: Ooh. Momma Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago. Clint: How is it? Yelena: It's dry. It's really dry.
Clint and Yelena grunt as they pull themselves into the helicopter and I step closer to Momma as Mason creeps up to her as she inspects the guns and suit.
Mason: You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab. Supplies I can tally, but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up. Momma: What's that supposed to mean? Mason: Your mate, Secretary Ross, has been sniffing around my affairs to the point at which I've got contacts declining my calls. I'm a private contractor. Me:*eyes glowing* Not our mate. Mason: *points* You are sensitive. Me:*glares* You're a very annoying individual.
Momma puts a hand on my chest and tilts her head at Mason, eyes narrowing.
Momma: 1, I suggest not riling up my daughter. 2, I'll make it up to you. Mason: Mmm-hmm. That's what you say every time.
I roll my eyes and use my powers to slam the door shut, smirking as he rolls his eyes. We start flying towards the prison that held Alexei. I gather my suit and pull my hair into a ponytail.
Momma: Today is your lucky day, Alexei.
Yelena holds out the moniter.
Momma: Move to the door on the south wall. Go left. Just don't make a scene.
I roll my eyes as muffled grunts and russian yells ring out.
Momma:*annoyed* You made a scene, didn't you? Alexei*panting* What now? Momma: We're gettin' you outta here. Go to the upper level. Move your ass, super soldier. Clint:*as Alexei falls* Oh you gotta be kidding. Yelena: He's never going to make it. Me: Get us closer. Momma: You got a better idea?
Momma grabs the line and we jump out, me using my magic to land.
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I knock the guards over and duck as the copter tail swings over us.
Momma: Seriously? Clint: Whoo! Yelena: Sorry!
I laugh as Momma waves her arms at the other two.
Momma: What are you doing? Are you kidding me? Me: Back up! Yelena:*cheers* We're all doing a really good job. Momma: No.
I duck as the tower guard shoots more bullets. I glare and roll my eyes, throwing a bolt of magic at them just as Yelena shoots a rocket at them.
Us: Whoa...
There's distant rumbling as an avalanche starts.
Yelena: This would be a cool way to die. Alexei:*rumbling continues* Tell me that's a good sign for us! Me: Move your ass! Momma: Get us outta here!
Momma grabs the line and swings towards Alexei as I throw up a sheild to hold off the avalanche as they swing away. I wiggle my fingers as Alexei stares at me and teleport back into the copter as they climb in.
Yelena: I need some help up here!
Clint climbs into the pilots seat and Momma sits next to me and looks me over.
