𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙩𝙝 ‎✪ 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙩

𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Which one's yours?" Natasha hollers as we reach a row of motorcycles.

"Black. Brown seat" Yelena answers quickly "Where are my keys?"

Natasha throws a pair of keys into the air and catches them with a smug look on her face, making Yelena glare at her.

"Ах, сука" Yelena mutters.
(ah, bitch)

"You get used to it" I assure the blonde.

A smashed up car is abruptly thrown down the street and my heart drops.

"Any day now" Natasha says sarcastically as a tank looking vehicle spins around the corner.

I throw myself onto the bike, wrapping my arms around my sister and Yelena climbs on behind me, doing the same. Natasha revs the engine and speeds off down the street, the tank chasing us.

As we get further down the street, a van blocks our way so the redhead drifts to the side and races down a narrow alleyway before we come out onto a busy street. A widow on a bike starts chasing us but we swerve through the traffic before narrowly missing bullets by passing the tracks before a train goes by, covering us.

Due to a punctured tyre and the speed we're going, Natasha isn't able to stop in time before we hit a wall, sending the three of us flying over it and into oncoming traffic below. We all land on top of a car before roll off onto the ground and jumping to our feet.

Yelena pulls out a gun and points it at the driver of the car we landed on and he backs away from the car in fear, running away.

"Фантастика" Yelena mumbles, getting into the car.
(fantastic)

"You can't just steal a guy's car" Natasha scolds her as I jump into the back seat.

"So you want me to chase him down and unsteal it?" Yelena sasses her as Natasha gets into the driver seat.

"No, we do not" I answer her.

Natasha starts trying to get out of the traffic by slamming into other cars and I groan in pain.

"Okay. Any time now, please" Yelena says sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Natasha snaps.

My phone starts ringing in my pocket and I grab it, answering it before looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I speak up.

"Hey, doll" James greets me happily.

"Hi, детка" I chirp, both Natasha and Yelena giving me looks of disbelief.
(baby)

The widow from before gains on us again and starts shooting at us, causing me to duck down.

"Is that gunfire?" James asks me, sounding concerned.

"Pfft, no" I lie.

"Anastasia" He says in a warning tone.

"Okay, fine. I may or may not be in a car chase" I admit.