Widow's Shield

Death Seat

"Oof!" somebody dropped their bag beside Morgan , while she was on Snapchat. Morgan snap the photo, unaware of the four people photo bombing her. When she finally noticed the four in the background of her shot.

"I hate you!" Morgan pouted playfully at Ana, Cooper, Lila, Nathaniel.

Ana smirked and dangled a drink beside her friend, "You better grab it before my arm gets tired."

"Went to Starbucks, did we?" Morgan looked at her drink.

"It was a long five minute drive!" Lila frowned.

"With him driving." Ana pointed at Nathaniel.

Morgan gasped and turned to her friends with open arms, "Oh My God!!! Thank God you guys are safe!" Morgan embraced her friends, "So tell me who was in the 'death seat'?"

"Aunt Nat." Lila sighed.

"What?!" Morgan slapped the back of Ana's head,  "Do you hate your mother that much?!"

Natasha walked in the apartment pale with sweat bidding down her forehead. Morgan looked at her, "Oh My God! Aunt Nat, you deserve this…" Morgan hands her a glass of scotch. "And a hug…"

Natasha looked at the girl and shrug her shoulders, Morgan then embraced her.

"Everyone who rides a car with Nathan driving deserves a hug." Morgan explained. "But for someone who sat in the 'death seat' you deserve a hug especially."

"Thanks…" Natasha smiled at the girl.

"We dubbed that seat, the 'death seat' because you have 83% chance of dying because of that seat." Ana sighs.

"I'm not that bad a driver!" Nathaniel argued.

Ana got on her knees, put her hands together, and said, "I beg the differ!"

"Oh hey," Pepper walked in the room, "what's going on here?"

"Aunt Nat, sat on the death seat." Morgan explained.

"Awww Honey are you okay?" Pepper asked Natasha.

Natasha chugged the scotch, "I could use something stronger…"

Pepper gestures for Natasha to follow her, "I'm sure we'll find you something stronger. Kids?"

"Mom," Morgan sighs, "the youngest among us is Ana and she, according to the law, is not a kid…"

"Of course, she is." Natasha smiled at her daughter, "She's my kid."

Ana stood up and glared at her mother. "No, I'm not!"

"If you stop acting like one…"

"Oh yes, mother," Ana rolled her eyes, "cause I act like a kid— I go baa!"

"I said a kid… not a goat." Natasha corrected.

Morgan smirked, "A kid is a goat offspring…"

"Fact check, mother!" Ana stated, "It takes two seconds to ask Alexa if your information is true." And sighs, "Jesus, mother, what sort of spy, are you?!"

"A spy who just got into the 'death seat'." Natasha smirked.