Avengers are getting divorced. Each of them is located in different places around the world.
Some of them free, some wanted, others already caught.
Black Widow and her only daughter are placed in Norway. Natasha wants to keep her little girl away fr...
"Mhm." Elle nodded focusing most of her attention on driving cars on highway.
Girl jumped closer to the front seats and started to play with her mom's hair - Natasha loved it. "Oh, mom, what you wanted to say about Lena's vest?"
"Yeah, you should tell us! I'll listen with pleasure what you wanted to say" Yelena rolled her eyes.
Natasha smirked. "Well, isn't it like an... army surplus, or-"
Yelena got upset and cut her sister off. "Okay, it has a lot of pockets!"
Natasha chuckled.
"But I use them all the time and I made some of my own modifications!"
"Ugh, whatever!" She groaned frustrated while she noticed Natasha was still laughing at her vest and dramatically turned around towards the window.
Natasha chuckled again.
"Shut up!" Yelena said and quickly turned around towards Elle. "El, sweetie never repeat that, your mom will kill me."
Elle giggled still playing with her mom's hair. "Can't promise anything!"
"Huh?" The women hummed in the same time.
Natasha looked for eye contact with her daughter again. "Do not allow yourself, missy!" She warned Elle playfully.
Girl giggled as always.
Yelena turned around to face her sister. "Continuing - the point is I've never.." She paused for a second and took deep breath. "I've never had control over my life before and now I do. I want to do things." She explained.
Natasha hummed impressed by what her sister said and felt a bit guilty. "I like your vest." She mumbled.
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Yelena jumped excited gesticulating with her hands. "I knew it! I knew you did. It's so cool, right?" She looked on her with a high smile.
Natasha nodded smirking. "It's good. Yea. I like it."
Yelena looked down at her vest. "And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know!"
Natasha smiled gently.
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After a moment Yelena spoke again. "I really don't know where the Red Room is though." She said quietly. "I'm sorry."
"I know." Natasha nodded. "But I think I know somebody who does."
"Oh, yeah? Who?" She asked confused.
"We're gonna need a jet." She sighed. "And second of all why my daughter is so quiet? Gabrielle Romanoff is never quiet." Natasha smirked.
The women turned around to take a look on backseats and all what they saw was a sleeping girl under the blanket snuggled to her teddy bear.
Natasha chuckled. "This little girl drives me crazy." She adjusted the blanket carefully to keep Elle warm.
Yelena laughed and took out of her pocket a phone. "Imma need a new lock screen."
