𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"You know, this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself" Yelena announces, smiling proudly down at her utility vest.

"That?" Natasha asks.

"Yeah" Yelena frowns "You don't like it?"

"Is that like a... Is it army surplus, or..." Natasha drawls off.

"Okay, it has a lot of pockets" Yelena defends herself, making Natasha and I laugh "But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications"

"Oh, yeah?" Natasha grins as Yelena scoffs, waving us off.

"Whatever. Shut up" Yelena huffs "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"

"Hmm... I like your vest" Natasha tells the girl.

"I knew it! I knew you did" Yelena grins happily, looking at me "It's so cool, right?"

"It's so cool. I really like it" I agree with her, causing her to grin wider.

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know" Yelena explains, poking at the pockets on her chest "I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry"

"I know. But I think I know somebody who does" Natasha replies.

"Oh, yeah? Who?" I question.

"We're gonna need a jet" She answers vaguely.

"Wonderful" I mumble, sinking back into my seat.

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"I said we needed a jet!" Natasha hollers at Rick who is stood next to a helicopter.

"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets" Rick retorts.

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

"Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?" Rick asks her sassily.

"Ha!" Yelena makes a face at him and I giggle.

"I like him. He's feisty" I coo and Natasha elbows me.

"Don't let them wind you up" She tells him.

"No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism" He says in annoyance.

"Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours" Natasha shrugs and he scoffs.

"You, too, huh? Tag team" He accuses.

"Aw, he's sensitive" Yelena teases.

"I see why you keep him around" I add, patting my older sister's arm.

"Where's the rest?" Natasha asks as Yelena breathes onto the window so that it steams up.

"Voilà" Rick chirps, dropping a bag onto the grass and unzipping it.

"Ooh" Yelena gasps, pulling out a granola bar.

"Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago" Natasha warns her but the blonde still bites into it.

"How is it?" I ask with an amused smile.

"It's dry" Yelena chews in disgust "It's really dry"

The girl then grunts as she pulls herself up the stairs of the helicopter, entering the vehicle.

"Thanks a bunch, Rick" I say perkily, slapping his chest and he groans in pain "Sorry, forget about the super strength sometimes. My bad"

"No worries" He wheezes out.

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Now suited up in our white widow suits, Natasha and Yelena are at the controls of the helicopter while I sit on the cushioned bench behind my older sister.

"Today is your lucky day, Alexei" Natasha speaks into the headset that is connected to his earpiece "Move to the door on the south wall"

The man listens to the instructions given by Natasha and the three of us watch the tablet in Yelena's hands to see the small green dot begin moving.

"Go left" The redhead directs "Just don't make a scene"

Following the woman's simple instructions not to cause a scene, my ears are filled with the sound of the inmates screaming and gates slamming.

"You made a scene, didn't you?" Natasha sighs in annoyance.

"Of course he did" I scoff.

"What now?" Alexei asks.

"We're gettin' you outta here" Natasha replies.

I stand up and lean my elbows down on each girl's seat to watch the scene unfold down below us. Hundreds of rioting prisoners start piling out of the doors from every side of the man as he looks around like a headless chicken. Guards start moving out, shooting at the inmates to try and stop them from escaping the facility.

"Go to the upper level" Natasha tells the man who immediately starts moving "Move your ass, super soldier"

He swiftly jumps from ledge to ledge with ease, scaling the building, until a guard leans over the railing and tases him, causing him to fall back to the snow covered ground with a thud.

"Come on, dude. You're making us look bad" I groan.

"He's never going to make it" Yelena points out.

"Get me closer" Natasha demands and we both look at her in surprise "You got a better idea?"

"Natasha" Alexei mumbles in awe as the woman grabs a rope and jumps out the aircraft.

I take her seat and watch in amusement as my sister dramatically swings herself forwards, flipping backwards and landing on the metal bridge in her signature pose.

"Such a poser" Yelena mutters and I chuckle.

"You can say that again" I agree.

She takes out the guards around her without breaking a sweat and just as I open my mouth to make a comment, bullets rain down on the helicopter. The metal clanging loudly, causing Yelena and I to duck our heads down instinctively.

"Fuck" I curse.

Yelena lowers the helicopter and in effort to dodge the bullets, she loses control for a split second and the tail end flies towards Natasha. The redhead drops to the floor before her head can become detached from her body due to the propeller flying at her face and she looks up at us in disbelief.

"Seriously?" She grunts.

"Whoo!" Yelena cheers before looking down at Natasha "Sorry!"

"What are you doing? Are you kidding me?" Natasha hollers up at Yelena and I, now on her feet again "Back up!"

"We're both doing a really good job" Yelena smiles, showing Natasha a thumbs up.

"Attagirl, Lena" I hum, patting the blonde's back.

Bullets start hammering against the metal walls around Yelena and I once again and we both yell out in annoyance.

"No" Yelena huffs.

"Give us a damn break!" I snap.

"Okay. Enough of this" Yelena declares, handing me the controls and getting up.

I steady the helicopter while simultaneously watching Yelena grab a grenade launcher and kneel down at the open door, pointing the weapon at the tower with the snipers. She shoots and I whistle lowly as the tower explodes.

"Ha!" Yelena exclaims.

The younger widow drops the weapon back into its original place and sits back down in her seat, taking the controls back from me. She fixes her headset onto her head and turns to look out the window next to her.

"Whoa..." She drawls off.

"What?" I question.

There's a loud rumbling sound in the distance and I lean closer to look out Yelena's side window, my eyes widening when I see the avalanche of snow beginning to fall.

"This would be a cool way to die" Yelena chuckles.

"But not the coolest" I counter.

"Tell me that's a good sign for us!" Alexei shouts.

"Move your ass!" Natasha retorts.

The rumbling of the snow racing towards us grows louder as it gets closer and my heart slams against my chest at a rapid pace, anxiety creeping in.

"Get us outta here!" Natasha yells up at us.

"Huh" Yelena hums, turning the helicopter.

Natasha leaps off of the bridge and grabs onto the rope as Yelena flies up and around the prison facility. As we reach the edge nearest the mountains and turn back, the avalanche nears the walls too. The hurricane of snow bulldozers over the building, absolutely destroying everything that is in its way.

As we near Alexei, Yelena pulls up and around instead of going over and lowering Natasha down which causes the man to think that we're leaving him behind.

"Wait!" He screams.

Yelena flies the helicopter right over Alexei, allowing Natasha to grab the man just as the avalanche reaches us and we're surrounded with a mask of white.

We reach a higher altitude and the sky becomes clear. I look down to see Alexei and Natasha scaling the rope, no harm done to either of them. Yelena let's out a triumphant laugh and I grin happily.

"Yes" She mutters under her breath.

Natasha and Alexei grunt and cough loudly as they enter the aircraft, trying to catch their breath.

"I need some help up here!" Yelena snaps.

"прощайте, мудаки!" Alexei hollers down at the snow covered facility.
(farewell, douchebags!)

"Oh, that was exciting" He sighs in relief after closing the door and stumbling over to the three of us.

"You do know that they can't hear you, right?" I state.