𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘮𝘩 & 𝘤𝘥 | 𝘴

WHAT A MESS:
MARIA HILL
CAROL DANVERS

part one

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺:

[ 𝙩𝙬 - 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮. ]

𝘠/𝘕

IF YOU MESS with Carol, you mess with Maria. I learnt that the hard way. Carol's been relentless this week, while Maria's been away on SHIELD's behalf, and it's been hell. I think Carol's fed up with the fact thats she's babied me the entire week and I've been so relentless as to act out that she put me on time out. But not that time out. THAT time out.

I sit at the breakfast table, phone in on hand, spoon in the other, when suddenly, someone grips hard on my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who is is.

"Hey, pet." Maria kisses behind my right ear and I feel myself shudder. "Carol tells me you've been a bad pup this week."

I swallow my mouthful of cereal and replace the spoon in the bowl. I'm hardly done eating but something tells me I won't get to finish right now. If at all.

"Tell me, hun. What did she do again?" Maria pulls away from me and kisses someone, who I'm assuming to be Carol. I don't turn around, yet for some reason, my posture changes and I sit up straighter. My phone is unlocked on the table, and I regret not switching it off. But if I move to do so now, either one of my girlfriends will know something's up. I just pray the screen times out before then.

"Well, where should I start? Constant whining, wrong names, bad behaviour. And apparently now . . . texting someone else?" Carol's hand wraps around my phone and I curse inwardly.

There's a moment of silence.

"Why have you got Natasha's number?" Maria asks, her voice lowing half an octave.

Well shit.

I don't have an answer. What am I supposed to say? She gave it to me? Actually, that's not half a bad idea.

"Incasetherewasaproblem." I say quickly.

"Slow down, pup. Tell us again. Clearly."

"She gave it to me." I say, "In case there was an emergency."

"An emergency? Doesn't seem like these messages are about any 'emergency', Y/N." I can hear the warning tone in Carol's voice, and before I know it, her hand is clawing at my scalp, gripping roughly onto my hair. I grimace but stay silent.

"Oh, honey," Carol tuts, turning my head so that I facing her deadly gaze. Oh, I am so fucked. "You've really out done yourself this time."

I open my mouth to defend myself, but I'm lacking the words. Carol's hand slips from my hair. Maria looks from me to the phone, then shares a quick glance with Carol, the fearsome glint in her eye making me nervous.