Inheritance of ash

hijack

Wanda stretched and yawned. "Sure. As long as we don't crash the car."

"I make no promises," Yelena said cheerfully.

Vicky shot her a look. "We're not actually crashing Tony's favorite car. Just... bending the rules a bit."

Pietro was already halfway out the room. "Shotgun!"

"No," Wanda called after him. "Back seat. With your hands folded."

As the group filtered out one by one, Kate lingered behind, frozen halfway between wanting to go and wanting to melt into the floorboards.

Yelena turned at the door, looked at her, and just said, "Coming, Bishop?"

Kate swallowed hard.

"...Yeah."

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The Lamborghini's engine roared to life like it was hungry for destruction.

Yelena grinned behind the wheel, eyes gleaming with barely restrained glee. She adjusted the mirrors like a formality—though she probably wouldn't be using them—and threw the car into gear like it was a race about to start. Which, knowing her, it might as well have been.

"Seatbelts, maniacs," she sing-songed, revving the engine.

Vicky buckled in with a smirk, already digging into her phone. "Okay. I've queued the playlist. You're welcome in advance."

"I don't trust you at all," Kate muttered from the backseat, yanking her seatbelt across her chest like it was a parachute harness. Her voice was tight. Her legs were pressed together like if she held herself small enough, maybe this whole drive wouldn't count as a near-death experience.

Pietro was already tapping the roof with one hand, leaning forward between the front seats. "Faster. Let's go faster."

"Sit. Back," Wanda warned, her hand lightly on Pietro's arm. "You're going to fly through the windshield like a cheap action movie extra."

Yelena didn't wait. They peeled out of the compound driveway like they were escaping a heist, tires screeching, the car vibrating with power. Vicky whooped, hair flaring out behind her in the wind from the slightly cracked window.

The speakers blasted to life.

"Dun dun dun da-da-dun dun..."

"YES!" Vicky yelled. "UNDER PRESSURE, BABY."

Yelena slapped the wheel in approval. "This is acceptable chaos."

The car cut around a corner with entirely too much enthusiasm. Kate made a high-pitched noise and dug her nails into the leather of the seat. Peter blinked rapidly and said, "Cool, cool, very cool, this is fine, I'm okay."

Pietro was vibing in the back, drumming the beat onto the window with his fingers. Wanda just closed her eyes and sighed like a mother driving her kids to school.

They rocketed past another intersection. The Lambo was an actual blur of irresponsible speed and weaponized coolness.

And then the playlist changed.

"This was never the way I planned... not my intention..."

"Oh no," Kate whispered.

Vicky's grin was immediate. "Oh yes."

Yelena's smirk, somehow visible even in profile, sharpened as the chorus hit.

"I kissed a girl and I liked it..."

"Oh come on," Kate groaned under her breath. Her eyes snapped shut. "Vicky, I swear to God—"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Vicky called back. Which was a lie. "It's just fate."