How to Dream

Tea

Their night full of music and ice cream goes well as if they are back to being best friends with no tension on their shoulders. And thanks to Fury and his contacts, the flight from Ireland to Russia is smooth.

Natasha has kept Rebecca mostly on the inside, just enough to understand the life of flip-burner-phones, who 'Uncle' Nick Fury and 'Aunt' Maria Hill are. Who Rick Mason is and where they're heading.

Natasha has never hid her own identity from her daughter. In doing so, Rebecca fully knows the weight of the words 'THE Black Widow is my Mom'. She is smart enough never to share that with just anyone.

"Hi Rick," Rebecca speaks first, and Natasha wraps one proud hand around her shoulder, her other carrying a matching coffee cup to Rebecca's.

"You can't drink those in my car," Rick greets the girls with a frown.

"I see Russia has a new dictator," Natasha says through a smirk.

"Congrats on the promotion," Rebecca chimes in shamelessly.

Rick directs his new, deepening frown toward Natasha, "I'm serious."

"If the car you're loaning us is this one behind you,' Natasha 'tsks' and moves to investigate the simple four-door, 'this gal is at least 30 years old. A little coffee spill in the front seat is the least of your problems."

"Why do you need coffee?" Rick asks Rebecca, "Aren't you ten?"

"I'm practically a teenager, actually," Rebecca bats her eyelashes and then lifts her foam cup, "And this is a decaffeinated black tea with a little apple syrup. For my sweet tooth."

Rick shrugs, "At least you're smarter than your mother when it comes to choice of beverages."

Natasha deadpans, "What is it with the men this week and their obsession with what I drink?"

"Pay me," he snaps and shoves a hand into his pocket to retrieve the keys.

She catches them with one hand, "You're so kind and generous, knowing I have a teenage birthday party to plan and two Christmases-."

"And I have rent that's due and a cat to feed. Pay me," he wrinkles his nose at Natasha.

She shoves a rolled stack of cash into his palm, "Wow. You must be the best cat Dad in the world. What's her name? Jellicles? It would be like you to have adopted junkyard cat."

"Dump the cup. Caffeine will kill you."

"Ah,' Natasha opens her door, and Rebecca does the same on the passenger side, 'and what a way to go."

"No coffee in the-."

"Thanks, Rick," Rebecca innocently waves.

He surrenders and waves back, directing his comment at Natasha, "She has manners, huh? She isn't yours."

Natasha smiles proudly, "Becks is a spitting image in mind, body, and soul."

"She's missing the stash of knives you carry around to pummel into people's backs."

"Rude. You're really interested in pitting my daughter against me."

"I'd watch that fight. My bet is on the girl."

Rebecca tucks a hand under her head, "I forgot; you're almost as charming as Uncle Clint."

"Hey, now-."

"Thanks, Rick," Natasha winks and starts her engine.

"Safe travels, Romanoffs." He closes her door to enclose them inside the vehicle.