Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Yelena Belova - Secret Mission

A/N: This one is based on a new show I'm watching and now adore.

TW: Mention of drugs and illegal activities

Missions. You either hate them or you love them. There's no difference in your line of work. This new one, however, was definitely a hate.

You had been assigned to somehow deliver $1000 over the Canadian border in two days without any help from the agency. You did have the famous Natasha Romanoff and her newly recruited sister Yelena Belova to help, but the brainstorming wasn't going well. Until...

"Pigeons!" Yelena suddenly exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

"How would we train thousands of pigeons?" Natasha asked.

"We only need one." She corrected.

"One pigeon is going to carry all that cash across the border?" You crossed your arms, not believing it.

"Well, not all at once. Obviously."

"Okay, but what about drones?"

"Like the ones they use in Guadalajara for heroin?" Natasha questioned.

"It's easier than training a pigeon."

Yelena scoffed, not a fan of the idea. "Yes, and less range. And you will have to pray for perfect weather."

You gave her a sharp look. "They have them at Hobby Lobby."

"But you know what can fly in a storm-"

"-Let's just go to the border tomorrow." Natasha interjected, seemingly in favor of your idea.

"I'm busy." The pair of you looked Yelena. She was counting the money and barely noticed you until a few seconds had passed. "What?"

"Okay, we can look into your bird idea while we're there."

"Oh, no, no. I really am busy. I have plans."

"Doing what?"

"Jobbie Nooner, sister."

"Aren't you a little old for that?"

"You really put an age on the Mardi Gras of the Midwest?"

"Hold on." You put your pile of cash down, focused on the blonde. "That's tomorrow?"

"I'm taking a me day." Yelena nodded, leaning back in her seat proudly.

"No, no, no. You're going to a party, on a boat, that is literally on the border of Canada?"

"Yes, my friend Levi got out of rehab and he invited me to go."

"Where you don't have to go through customs?" You pressed, hoping she'd get it.

"And there's millions of boats filled with drunk people who aren't paying attention to what anyone else is doing." Natasha added, backing you up again.

"Ah, I see where you are going with this." Yelena then said, nodding again. "It could work."

"What was your friend in rehab for?"

"Meth."

Both of your eyebrows shot up. She saw the surprised looks on your faces.

"What? They let him keep his boat licence."

"Right. When do we set sail?" Natasha asked just as the door opened.

"Going on a boat?" The new person, Steve, questioned.

"Y-Yeah." You quickly nodded. "For a girls trip."

"Where?"

"Detroit River."

"Detroit? That's six hundred miles away."

"It is a long girls trip." Yelena smiled innocently.

Steve seemed suspicious now. "Why?"

"Girl stuff. Pedicures and waxing."

"It's like a day spa/sunset cruise." Natasha explained. You knew from the look on her face she could have come up with a much better lie than you but had to play along now.

"Sounds strange." Steve stated.

"I think it's how they dodge all those health department codes." You tried to smile in a jokey way.

"Is this one of those spa days where you end up with a bullet in your other leg?"

Your smile faded in a second. "That was one time and the old lady with the mole had it coming."

"A little self care never hurt anybody." Natasha said, changing the topic.

Steve studied each of you, trying to look for the lie. He seemed oblivious to the money lying around. "Well, I think all of you look great."

"Tell that to the alpaca sitting on my crotch." Yelena said with a scoff.

The super solider didn't know how to react to that and just nodded awkwardly, slowly backing out of the room with pursed lips. Once the door shut again, you and Natasha looked at Yelena with the exact same expression.

She shrugged her shoulders at the pair of you. "I got him out of here, didn't I?"