jackalope-- p. maximoff★

five.

HARRIET PERCIVAL AMES BROWN IS GOING TO SCREAM IF SHE STAYS IN THIS CAR ANY LONGER.

They've been driving for what felt like hours, it seems to never end.

Harriet still feels a bit queasy, the drugs still somewhat prevalent in her system. She rubs her eyes, the phosphenes dancing around in her vision.

"Do you feel sick?" Bruce asks, as if he thinks he's so fucking telepathic. Harriet scowls. Sure, I feel a bit sick. I've been drugged and now I'm in a moving car.  She bites her tongue though, stopping herself from saying anything she might regret in the future.

She shakes it off, trying to hide the hue of green probably spreading across her face.

"Here, we have a sick bag if you need it."

She gives the plastic bag a nasty look, turning away as she gags again. The older man seems unaffected by her expelling her guts into a bag in the BMW.

"That would be the result of the sedation drug coming out of your system."

"Maniac." Harriet mutters in between heaves, leaning forward in her car seat.

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After another half hour of gagging and heaving, they approach the airport, in all it's... Airport-ish glory. She's trying to make light of the situation. It's a bit hard though, when the walls are painted black. Haha, see the joke she made there?

"That's your stop, kid." Bruce smiles, but Harriet suspects it's fake. Serves him right, he should feel horrible. 

"What do you mean, it's my stop? Aren't you coming?" She says, panic easing in, but only slightly. She may not like Bruce (at all),  but she'd certainly feel safer if he stayed.

"I have matters to attend to. I'll meet you in New York." He grumbles, forcing Harriet to resort to rolling her eyes and slumping back into her seat. "Matters to attend to." She mocks.

"You're acting like a teenager." He shoots at her, raising an eyebrow as they pull into the car park.

"I was one, not too long ago." She breathes angrily, desperately trying to wind her window down. "Can you roll down the window? Please?" Harriet tries to ask the agents, pressing the switch down like her life depends on it.

They stop the car, and Harriet Percival Ames Brown knows, it's going to be a long fucking ride to New York.

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a/n: hi im sorry that pietro isnt in the story yet ☃ its a slow build my lovelies, enjoy the ride while u can. once again- im sorry it was a short chapter ☃☃ forgive me! promise promise promise the next chap will be longer

edit: i'd get so freaky with mel from arcane

also why did I put so many snowmen in my old authors notes?? it wasn't even xmas