The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 105 - Prison Break

"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time, or money. I'm not made of jets". Eleanor shook her head as Mason stepped out of the what can only be described as a helicopter made purely from broken, spare parts. The trio had a permanent grimace on their face whilst approaching.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best", Yelena piped up, "Like a real pro". Eleanor snorted at this and followed her sister-in-law to the left whilst Natasha veered over to the right.

Mason simply stared at her for a few seconds, the cogs in his brain grinding to a halt before he could answer. "Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?".

"Ha".

"Don't let her wind you up", Natasha tried to mediate, but Eleanor was just finding the whole situation rather funny, after all, she was trying to distract herself from the fact that she would likely plummet to her death in a tin can quite soon.

"No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism".

Eleanor scoffed, earning curious glances from the others. "What professionalism?", she smirked as Mason's eyebrows shot up and he turned to Nat.

"Are you going to let them speak to me like that?".

Nat shrugged, pretending to be in a mental conflict as she walked towards the back of the helicopter, inspecting the sides of it, "Well, you did set us up with a generator that crapped out after six hours".

"You too, huh?", Mason laughed, "What are you all, a tag team?".

"Aw he's sensitive, I see why you keep him around", Yelena moved to the front of the helicopter, so after laughing at Mason's expense, Eleanor followed mindlessly, not wanting to be stood awkwardly alone in the middle.

"Where's the rest?", Eleanor heard Natasha ask before she zoned out of the conversation, her focus now drawn to Yelena blowing on the front window to create fog. Naturally, Eleanor drew a little smiley in it and turned to face the blonde with a smile on her own face. Yelena acted as though she was completely disinterested at first, but let a small smile out with a snort before walking over to Nat, "You're weird".

This time, she followed Yelena for a reason. Mason was pulling a bag of supplies out for Nat, so she thought it best to pay attention to this part instead of drawing countless amounts of smileys.

"Voila", he revealed and unzipped the bag as the others surrounded him closely.

"Ooh", Yelena picked up a granola bar, and Eleanor's face scrunched up, those things would be like concrete by now.

"Oh, I stashed those like five years ago", Nat informed her, though much to Eleanor's dismay as she wanted to gag, Yelena still took a bite. She was chewing like a horse trying to bite through the hunk of oats, Eleanor had to hold back a laugh.

"Hard as fucking rocks, huh?".

Yelena nodded, "It's dry, it's really dry". She started moving towards the helicopter, but not before tapping Eleanor on the arm and gesturing for her to follow. She turned to her wife with a frown, not expecting it, but when Nat shrugged and bent down to look through the bag, Eleanor promptly entered the jet.

Her fears about dying that day only heightened at looking around, the passenger benches were solid, the walls were seeping with cold, it felt unsteady, immediately she wanted to hop back out. So she did.

Swivelling on the ball of her feet she went to step back outside, but Yelena grabbed the back of her jacket and yanked her back in, earning a squeak from the victim. Eleanor assumed that Nat and Mason would have heard the embarrassing noise escaping from her throat, but she was dragged around the corner before she could see.