LANA HAD once again been elected to sit in the backseat. Natasha was driving and Yelena was in the passenger seat. "Why, am I in the back and I'm older than you?" Lana questioned leaning forward to rest her arms on both seats and her head on her arm.

"Because I'm more amazing," Yelena responded.

Lana scoffed, "Well that's not true."

Yelena changed the subject, "You know this is the first piece of clothing, I've ever bought for myself."

"That?" Natasha questioned looking at the vest.

"Yeah. You don't like it?"

"I personally like the dagger hair pin better," Lana said, pulling it out of her hair to inspect it.

Yelena shouted as her hair came tumbling down from the twist, "Hey!"

"Stop being a baby."

"Stop it. Is that like a... is it army surplus, or..." Natasha questioned.

"Okay, it has a lot of pockets," Yelena said causing them both to chuckle, "But I use them all the time and I made some of my own modifications."

"Oh yeah?" Natasha teased.

"Whatever," Yelena scoffed causing the two redheads to laugh, "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."

Natasha hummed, "I like your vest."

"Me too. And I like the dagger pin too," Lana made a stabbing motion and Yelena laughed.

"Can you believe these aren't actually supposed to be daggers, they're just normal hairpins? But I thought that if I sharpened them they could do some real damage," Yelena shrugged taking it from her, "I have two," she pulled another from her pocket, "See good pockets. It's so cool right."

"It's cool, yes. I like it," Natasha laughed.

"And you can put so much stuff in here. You wouldn't even know," Lana smiled at her little sister, "I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry."

"We know," Natasha replied, "But I think I know somebody who does."

"Oh yeah?" Yelena questioned.

"Who?"

"We're gonna need a jet," Natasha sighed.

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A while later, the three broke through the treeline and came upon a helicopter with a man standing before it. Lana's eyebrows furrowed, wondering if this could be a potential lover of Natasha's. As the thought popped into her mind she smirked. Then she realised it was Mason, an old friend of theirs and the thought vanished. Then she thoughts about potentially setting Natasha up with one of her friends, but she then realised she didn't have many that were not superheroes or not on Tony's team.

"I said we needed a jet," Natasha called.

"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time," he replied as he came out of the raggedy helicopter, "Or money. I'm not made of jets."

"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro," Yelena stated.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?" He questioned.

"Ha!" the blonde replied mockingly.

"Don't let her wind you up," Natasha said.

"Or get in your head," Lana added.

"But that's your thing," Yelena replied looking at her. Lana sent her a condescending smile.

He shook his head, "No I take exception to impugning my professionalism."

"What professionalism?" Lana scoffed causing him to glare at her.

Natasha nodded, "You did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours." Lana laughed. It seemed like all three sisters had decided to gang up on the poor man.

Mason pointed between all three of them, "You too, huh. Tage team."

"Aw he's sensitive. See why you keep him around," Yelena said, walking to look at the front of the plane. Lana watched as her little sister breathed on the condensation before coming back where Mason had dropped a bag at their feet.

He unzipped it, "Voila."

"Ooh," Yelena smirked, picking up one of the candy bars.

"Oh I stashed that, like, five years ago," Natasha commented as Yelena bit into it. Lana chuckled as the blonde made a face. It was like the mix between disgusted and curious, "How is it?"

Yelena chewed it, "It's dry. Really dry."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, it's disgusting," Lana told her. Yelena chewed in her face and Lana pushed her face away. The youngest got into the plane as Natasha looked in the duffel bag.

"You know you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab," Mason said as she pulled two white mission suits out. Natasha smirked, "Supplies I can tally but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up."

Natasha stood while Lana stared at him, "What's that supposed to mean?" they asked simultaneously.

"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," Mason said.

Natasha suppressed a smile, "You are sensitive."

Lana laughed, "And Ross can fuck off."

"You both are very annoying individuals," Mason told them.

"I'll make it up to you."

He hummed as she got into the plane.

Lana patted his shoulder, "She'll never make it up to you."

"I know," Mason sighed, "It's what she says every time." Lana got into the plane and he closed the door behind her.