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(A/N: GIF didn't upload because freaking Wattpad didn't let me put it here 😭. I hate you.)
(A/N 2: I'm in exams period in my university, so, I might not be able to update this week nor on Saturday because I'll go camping, if I update, it'll be until Sunday! But I'll try my best to update this week!)

Yelena: You know, this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself.

Ania: That?

"Cool vest."

"Ujum, really cool."

Yelena: Yeah. You don't like it?

Ania: Is that like a... Is it army surplus, or...

Yelena: Okay, it has a lot of pockets.

(CHUCKLES)

Yelena: But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications. (SCOFFS)

Ania: Oh, yeah? (LAUGHS)

Yelena: Whatever. Shut up. The point is, I've never... I've never had control over my own life before, and now I do. I want to do things.

Ania: Hmm... I like your vest.

Yelena: I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?

Ania: It's good. Yes. I like it.

Yelena: And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know. I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry.

Natasha: I know. But I think I know somebody who does.

Yelena: Oh, yeah? Who?

Ania: We're gonna need a jet.

[THEY ARRIVE AT A MEADOW]

Ania: I said we needed a jet.

Everyone chuckles when they see a helicopter instead of a jet.

Rick Mason: Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets.

Yelena: I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro.

Rick Mason: Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?

Yelena: Ha!

Ania: Don't let her wind you up.

Rick Mason: No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism.

Ania: Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.

Rick Mason: (SCOFFS) You, too, huh? Tag team.

Yelena: Aw, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around.

Ania: Where's the rest?

(EXHALES)

Rick Mason: Voilà.

Yelena: Ooh.

Ania: Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago. How is it?

Yelena: It's dry. It's really dry.

(GRUNTS)

Rick Mason: You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab. Supplies I can tally, but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up.

Ania: What's that supposed to mean?

Rick Mason: Your mate, Secretary Ross, has been sniffing around my affairs to the point at which I've got contacts declining my calls. I'm a private contractor.