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Fuck 12 *Blurb*

You were driving the getaway car, Yelena sat to the right, while Natasha, your beloved, was sprawled across the entirety of the backseat. The sudden peace was consuming you, and you truly hated it, so without any provoking you ran through a stop sign on a rural road at two in the morning, "NO COP, NO STOP!"

"Y/N, what the actual fuck?!"

"Tasha, my love, no need to—."

The blue, and red lights were quick to surround you, illuminating the once pitch black road, and you instantly swallowed your words.

Natasha slaps your arm, "Y/N, what part of keep a low profile did you not understand?"

"Probably the part where you actually thought they were capable of doing such a thing." Yelena mutters from your side, completely unbothered by your shit stirring ways, hell, she's normally your partner in crime.

Natasha sighs, lithe fingers rub at her aching temples, "Pull over, and I'll try to fix this...," her words going completely unheard by you.

Yelena notices you pressing buttons, and it's not long before she realizes you're setting up the cruise control, then with a glance thrown her way she nods in understanding. You look back at your angry wife with a smirk,"It's okay, they don't know I know this hack...,"throwing an infuriating wink her way for good measure.

"Y/N, whatever it is, don't you—."

Before Natasha could put a stop to your shenanigans you were hanging out the sunroof, an arsenal of weapons somehow in your hands, "FUCK 12!," with skilled movements you shoot out their tire, then throw a grenade under their carriage, "Wow, it's beautiful.," a trail of burnt rubber and various car parts lies in your wake.

Natasha's mouth is agape as she takes in the slowly distancing scene, her mind eventually catches up to her as she yanks you back into the car, "What the fuck about that was low profile?!," your smug expression proving to piss her off more, as she repeatedly slaps you.

"Chillax baby-cakes, they were Hydra..."

Yelena sucks in a harsh breath in solidarity as you continue to dig yourself down deeper; no longer are you comfortably in the doghouse, but you will instead reside six feet beneath it.

"AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?"

"Because, sleeping beauty, they've been tailing us for the last few hours, after we left the diner half an hour ago I'd been able to confirm my suspicions..."

Natasha resettles into her seat, hands over her face as she goes over the last twenty minutes in her head, eventually coming to terms with having married an idiot, and desperately searching for a solution, "I want a divorce."

"Ha! I'm non-refundable baby, didn't you check the fine print of our paperwork? My dad added it in last minute, something about 'I am so happy you'll be taking Romanoff as a name, Stark never did seem to fit you well...'."

Natasha groans, thrashing about in the backseat like a toddler who's just lost their favorite stuffy, and you just return to driving the car as if nothing had just taken place.

"Natasha, don't worry, at this rate Y/N won't even last beyond the age of forty!"

You gasp, "How dare you! That is offensive!," pulling off onto the side of the road just to glare at her, "I will never make it to such a devastating age, don't ever say such a horrible thing again!," and then you're swerving back onto the road with a permanent frown.

"Detka, I'm literally thirty-seven..."

"What can I say, I might love older women, but I never said I wanted to be one..."

Yelena snorts as she sees her sisters fury filled eyes, "Oh Y/N, my sweet, sweet Y/N, I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer..."

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640 Words...

A Chance Encounter is nearly done my darlings, if patience is a virtue, I know you've all got it on lockdown. ❤️

Please enjoy this clusterfuck that came to me as I swerved through traffic on my way home this morning.

❤️ Kaitlyn 😂