You Break It, You Buy It {Romanogers}

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Third Person POV

"Get up, get up, get up!" Carol pounced on the air mattresses lined up on the floor of Tony's guest suite. "Breakfast is ready and if you guys don't get down there, it'll be gone in five minutes, Pietro's already hogging all the bacon!" 

"Ugh," Maria groaned, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"

"5:00, remember? We have a 7:00 flight to be at Belize at 1:00," Pepper pulled a sweatshirt over her head. "Alright, let's go. I'm craving bacon." 

Natasha, Maria, and Wanda followed Pepper down soon after, where most of the boys were already loading up their plates. 

"Hey, where's Bucky?" Wanda asked, holding back a yawn. 

"Getting his beauty sleep," Sam said, dishing out eggs. 

"He forgot to shower last night, so he's showering right now, make sure to hide that plate from Carol and Pietro," Steve said, pointing to a plate that was set aside.

Everyone settled down at the table, digging into the food. "Alright, so we have a little over an hour left, we need to load our luggage into the car, drive to the airport, and secure our tickets, so we should be out of here by 6:00 just to be safe, and arrive by 6:30, so make sure to get ready quickly," Pepper said, drinking her juice.

"Alright, calm down drill sergeant, this is breakfast, and we have forty minutes, so just eat your eggs," Tony mumbled, talking through a mouthful of pancake. 

"Hey," Bucky came down the stairs, grabbing his plate off the counter. "Who took a bite of my pancake?" He scoffed, walking up to Carol and Pietro, who snickered. "Maximoff or Danvers?"

"It was Pietro," Carol said, just as Pietro pointed at her. 

"Assholes," Bucky laughed, shoving his plate in the microwave. 

Once Bucky was no longer looking, Pepper mouthed to Carol, "Who was it?" And Carol pointed at herself, receiving a slap from Pietro, who rolled his eyes. 

Bucky sat down at the table, taking the juice from Pepper. "So why aren't we taking Tony's jet?" He asked, stealing food from Carol and Pietro's plates as payback for eating his pancake. "Can't it fit all of us?" 

"Well, yes it could, but it's a six hour flight, and there's limited room in the mini fridge, so I didn't trust someone to not get hangry," Tony raised his eyebrows. "We have about half an hour, so I should probably go pack," Tony smirked in his normal arrogant way, leaving the table with his large mug of coffee.

"I'm going to go make sure I didn't leave anything behind," Natasha said, heading up the stairs behind Tony. Once in the guest suite, Natasha pulled out her phone, going immediately to her mother's contact. She held the phone to her ear while it rang softly. Once the ringing stopped, Natasha took a deep breath and sighed. "Hi mom." 

"Hi, I'm so glad you called," Natasha's mother said genuinely. 

"I only called to say I'm leaving to go on a trip with my friends, and I know you're leaving soon. So don't get your hopes up for a visit."

"Oh," Her mother said, disappointed. Natasha bit her lip, toying with the end of her phone charger. 

"I am sorry about how I acted when I saw you, though," Natasha continued. "I shouldn't have been so rude. I've missed you."

"Oh, I've missed you, too," Her mother said, letting out a breath of air she was holding back. "I know you can't come visit, but could I maybe write to you? There are so many things I want to say." 

After almost a minute of consideration, Natasha threw caution to the wind. "Sure. But I'm not at my old address. I'll text you my new address before I leave."

"Oh, thank you," Her mother gasped. Natasha smiled, feeling her mother's happiness through the speaker. 

"Yeah. I have to go, we're heading to the airport soon."

"Have fun, Natas--"

"Natalia," Natasha cut in, not meaning to sound so abrupt. "It's okay," She went on, more softly. "You can call me Natalia. Bye, mom." Natasha hung up and sent her mom's Steve's address. Once she pressed send, Natasha twisted her phone nervously in her hands, wondering if she had made the right decision. 

"Natasha?" Steve knocked on the guest suite, not giving her any time to second guess herself.

"Yeah, what's up?" Natasha turned around, shutting her phone off. 

"Pepper is insisting we leave fifteen minutes early, so we can 'browse the first class lounge,' just thought I'd let you know. Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired, I'm not a morning person," Natasha smirked, unplugging her phone charger and stuffing it into her small suitcase. "Do me a favor, and take this for me, and I will take Wanda's."

"Are you sure? Have you seen how big Wanda's is?" Steve chuckled, eyeing Wanda's suitcase, which was three times the size of Natasha's. 

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure if anyone with a Y chromosome touched it, Wanda would freak," Natasha laughed, picking it up. 

"Pick up the pace, lovebirds, most of us are in the car already!" Tony shouted from downstairs. 

"That's because 'most of us' didn't take their own suitcases," Steve huffed, hauling Tony's duffel bag with Natasha's suitcase in his other hand.

"Okay, we have ten minutes until we have to leave, so I suggest you get moving on the rest of the suitcases," Tony tucked a five dollar bill in Steve's shirt pocket. "There's a tip if it makes you feel better. Get moving, Rocky." 

"You can head to the car, I'll get the rest," Steve told Natasha, who happily agreed and jogged to the limo.

Once Steve and Bucky had finished loading the suitcases into the trunk of the limo, Tony gave the driver the signal and the group headed off for the airport. Tony led the way to their terminal, and showed them to their seats, being the only one besides Steve who had ever flown first class. 

Upon seeing the food and drinks, Natasha's eyes widened, and she gasped incredulously, laughing slightly. "Holy--"

Natasha's POV

"--shit!" I laughed, picking up an orange and tossed it to Carol, who shrugged and started eating it. 

"This is first class? You really are a spoiled little rich kid," I smacked Tony's arm lightly.

"Yeah, well lucky for you, right?" He collapsed into one of the seats, kicking his legs up. "The drinks and everything are a part of the package, so help yourself, we have a long flight ahead of us, and we'll be taking off in like, twenty minutes or so?" He checked his watch, then motioned for Bucky to toss him a pack of crackers.

"Okay, seats," Pepper looked around, tutting silently to herself. "I figure Carol and Pietro should take those two because they're closest to the snack bar, Tony can sit here because he likes being the center of attention and it's towards the middle of everyone, Wanda and I can sit here because they're aisle seats and we both get a little antsy, Maria and Bucky like the window view, so Maria can sit next to me, and Bucky can sit next to Wanda.... that leaves Natasha, Steve, and Sam... Sam can sit next to Tony so he can annoy him and knock him down a peg, and Natasha and Steve can take the ones towards the back," Pepper smiled, happy with her work.

Tony rolled his eyes, moving to his 'assigned' seat, mumbling, "Okay, someone slip her a xanax."