against time.

CHAPTER FOUR || prison break

CHAPTER FOUR, prison break

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AFTER STEALING THE car, the women all sat in silence while Natasha drove. This sure wasn't Ivanna's first time being in a situation like this. She could remember only a few years prior when Steve "borrowed" a truck or all of the stolen vehicles she, Natasha, and Clint went through. Sitting in the backseat she made sure they had plenty of surprise for what was to come.

"You know, this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself," Yelena said proudly and hooked her fingers under the vest she was wearing.

Ivanna looked up to her with a raised eyebrow, "What, that?"

Natasha chuckled, "What is that...an army surplus, or?"

Yelena shot the other two an annoyed look, "It has a lot of pockets, okay?"

Ivanna laughed and leaned back in her seat more while shaking her head,

"A lot of pockets?"

"Yes," Yelena stated like it was obvious, which it was, "and I use them all the time, and I've made some of my modifications."

"Oh yeah?" Natasha questioned laughing.

"Whatever. Shut up," Yelena sat back in her seat pouting, "The point is, I've never...I've never had control of my own life before, and now I do. I want to do things."

"As long as those things don't lead you to be one of the most wanted criminals," Ivanna mumbled in a singsong tone. Natasha sent a look back to her in the mirror and Ivanna shrugged.

"I like your best," Natasha told Yelena.

"I knew it. I knew you did," Yelena inspected her vest again with a smile, "it's so good, right?"

"It's good. Yes," Natasha smiled, "I like it."

Ivanna watched Yelena in amusement as she messed with the best,

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know," she turned to look at Natasha and Ivanna, "I don't know where the Red Room is though. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Ivanna spoke and glanced to Natasha, who seemed to be thinking the same thing like her, "we know someone who does."

"Who?"

"We're going to need a jet," Natasha confirmed.

After a few more hours of driving, the women arrived at a field. In it sat a run-down helicopter and Rick Mason. Natasha held her hands out,

"I said we needed a jet!"

Ivanna grinned and shook her head as she followed after the redhead, Rick started walking toward them,

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

"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro," Yelena spoke up from beside Ivanna.

"Oh," Rick said defensively, "I'm sorry tsarina. Was the free flat and a lifetime of Kissel not to your liking?"

Yelena laughed and Ivanna shook her head,