A billionaire's daughter - The Outlaws Series

7

'Miss Orlova?'

'Elena!' Clint shouted over the parking. It was probably not the best idea, but the young millionaire had been gone for far too long.

They had stopped exactly 30 minutes later at a gas station and the girl had gone straight to the toilets, not looking back once. Her backpack swinged over the left shoulder and her baseball cap hiding her green eyes from the public. She didn't explain anything, but both agents had decided to just wait at the car.

Teenagers need their privacy a lot these days.

But after ten minutes of no Elena Orlova coming out of the women's toilets, they began to worry.

Natasha walked towards the toilets and entered the women's side, her eyes focused on any sign of the brunette. All the stalls were unlocked, except one. At the back of the room was one door closed, the red sign confirming that.
Natasha knocked once and waited for a response, 'Miss Orlova?'

'What are you doing here?' a sharp voice responded before the door swung open and Elena walked out to wash her hands. Natasha could see the tear strings on her face in the mirror, but didn't ask, 'You were gone for over ten minutes, we were worried about you.'

The teenagers huffed as she dried her wet hands on the dryer, 'You can say what you want, but you being worried about me is a lie. The only reason you're here is because I'm your mission and you can't fail that.' She turned around, took the backpack from the ground and walked past the agent.

Natasha was left standing alone in the room, her hands in fists and her eyes closed. That had hit hard and too close home, she tried to keep the tears in, but somehow one still escaped. Furious, she whipped it off and walked out.

The bang of the door indicated she wasn't up for talking and Clint knew that from the moment his partner left the women's toilets too. Elena had left just a minute earlier with the same rage and seated herself in the backseat again, her hands firmly placed crossed over her chest.

He quietly walked back after Natasha passed him, her red hair flowing backwards. He seated himself behind the wheel and turned on the radio, hopefully to ease the tension.

The whole ride to New York was exhausting and the two stubborn people joining him in the car didn't help with that. Clint had asked Natasha multiple times if she wanted to switch places because he was getting tired, but she simply glared at him and looked back out the window. He was really getting annoyed now.

'Okay, this is enough!' He tried not to raise his voice as he stopped the car somewhere on the side of the road. It had turned dark outside, the big trees hanging over the SUV like a predator watching over his prey. Clint was unfazed by it, he had been in such situations multiple times.

Upon opening the passenger door, Natasha looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 'You're going to drive, I've been doing it for over 4 hours now.' he didn't sound demanding, but was closer to begging. Luckily, Natasha rolled her eyes but stood up. 

When her figure walked over the front of the car towards the driver's side, he wondered what had happened back there. But knowing this wasn't the best moment to ask, he let it slide and decided to stay silent as they drove the last hours to New York with his partner behind the wheel.