The escapee - Marvel

Chapter 79 - "I don't know, something went wrong."

"Nat!" Peter burst into the room, breaking the cultivated stillness that had settled over the two women as they sat in bed, each reading their own books. Maria startled at the imposition and removed her reading glasses, placing them on Natasha's nightstand. Natasha didn't flinch, looking up from her book and raising an eyebrow. 

"We've done it!" peter leapt carefully onto the bed, careful not to land on either women, but practically in Natasha's lap. He handed the gas over and crossed his legs, staring at her, waiting for a reaction. 

Maria wasn't particularly shocked about the lack of reaction from the boy about her being there. She guessed that he was too focused on the vial clasped between his hand. He probably hadn't even seen her.

"An antidote?" Natasha asked, turning it over between her fingertips. Peter could only nod. Maria watched in silence. 

Peter watched as Natasha placed the vial down, surprised once she pulled him into a hug. Uncomfortable for him considering his limbs were squashed and spread in different directions, but at that moment there was no where he would rather be.

"Ow." Seven groaned as Vik poked her in her side. 

"You were shot hours ago, get over it." Yelena called from the bathroom down the hall. 

Seven could only grimace. The pain actually wasn't that bad, but she liked milking it now she was void of her healing powers. 

"Leave off Yelena!" Anya retaliated, and Seven smiled at the older woman. 

"Right then, what is the next plan of action?" Sofia asked, always business. 

"I don't know, I'm waiting for the next 'plan of action' to come through." Anya pointed over at the burner phone on the table that had been posted through their letterbox last night whilst Yelena and Seven were having tea. 

"Sounds like a day off to me." Vik smirked, kicking her feet up on the table they were sat around and putting her hands behind her head. 

Collaborative groans erupted from the rest of the girls, Sofia smacking her feet with the newspaper. 

"You've jinxed us now, тупица" (dumbass) Yelena stated as she walked through, hairbrush in hand. 

"No such thing." Vik argued, pushing the hairbrush away from her face.

All eyes turned to the burner as it chimed on the table before they turned to glare at Vik. 

"я беру это обратн" (I take it back) Vik muttered sheepishly. 

Natasha looked up at the redhead as she dumped something on the table beside her. Her eyes skimmed the paper and she looked up at the witch. 

"Is she aware that we do not need the money?" Wanda asked, brow furrowed.

"I think she's being humorous." Natasha replied. "She seems the type." 

"Well what do we do with the money? Do we cash it? Can we track it?" Wanda listed question after question.

"Probably not worth the effort. I'm sure she wouldn't bother with anything that could possibly blow her cover." Natasha sighed, pushing the envelope back. "Who knows if her serum would even allow it." 

Wanda hummed. "Did you see the initial?" 

Nat nodded, "who knows what it means Wanda, it could be her getting confused with another undercover name, or her trying to throw us off. Who knows."