Yelena Belova One Shots.

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Summary: Yelena and you are called by the Avengers for back up but neither of you know how to drive the Quinjet.

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Prompt: "None of us can drive, but I am the safest option." From list.

AC: I'm so sorry I have recently been lacking on my fics, last week just hit me with so much randomness and I wasn't able to find some time to sit down and smash out these requests. I also apologise for this being short asf.

"I'm gonna kick your arse, Belova!" you teased, your full attention on the television in front of you.

"In your dreams Y/n Y/L/N" she replied.

The two of you have been binge playing Mario Kart while the Avengers were off on another mission. The two of you spent a lot of time at the compound when the team wasn't around (more like avoiding running up your own bills).

"Take my red shell!" you chuckled as you watched the shell hit Yelena's kart.

"сука!" Yelena mumbled as your character sped past her.

It wasn't long until Yelena had got her revenge on you and came in first place. "HA! What were you saying about kicking my arse, Y/L/N?" she boosted with a smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, I went easy on you" you playfully rolled your eyes before setting up another race.

"Don't be a sore loser" she chuckled; her phone started playing American Pie before she answered the called.

"Natasha, what do you need?" she spoke.

~ "We need you and Y/n to bring the spare Quinjet to our location." ~

"Why?"

~ "Don't ask questions, we don't have time for that! I'll text you our location, can you, do it?"

"Yes, we'll be there"

~ "Thank you!" ~

Yelena put the controller on the coffee table and stood up from the sofa. "Come on, we need to drive the Quinjet" she looks at you.

"Us? Drive the Quinjet?" you looked back at her, confused.

"That's what I said"

"Again, Us, as in you and me?"

"Yes. What are you not understanding?"

"Do you know how to drive it? Because I don't" you turned off the gaming console.

"None of us can drive, but I am the safest option" Yelena grabbed her vest from the arm of the sofa.

"You? Why?" you lightly chuckled.

"Did I or did I not just kick your arse on that game?" she turned to you.

"That game is called Mario Kart and I want a rewatch when we're back" you smirked as you followed Yelena to the helipad. To you it was funny watching Yelena try to work out to turn the jet on. "I thought you said you were our safest option" you cocked a brow.

"I am, just give me a second" she looked around for a start button.

"You need the keys" you playfully shook your head while holding the keys.

"Right" Yelena mumbled before taking the keys.

You strapped yourself into the chair as Yelena finally got the jet to start. "This isn't going to end well" you joked. "You have no hope in me, do you?" Yelena looked over her shoulder at you, "no, not after you cheated" you joked.

"I did not cheat! I'm way more talented than that!" she argued. "Whatever you say, Belova" you chuckled.

You tried your hardest not to funny too much as Yelena tried to work out how to fly the jet. She struggled to keep it straight and making sure it was higher than the building tops, a few times almost crashing but she was able to eventually work out how to keep a steady flight.

"Y/n, can you please look at the map on my phone. It was Natasha's location" she asked, keeping her eyes in front of her.

"Uhm..." you looked at her phone and chuckled, "you need to turn the jet around, we're going the wrong way" you explained. Yelena rolled her eyes, "hold on" she mumbled as she safely turned the jet around. "Yeah, now we're going the right way" you smiled with a playful shake of your head.

After an hour and 45 minutes Yelena awkwardly lands the jet, Natasha and the team waiting with a very unpleased look.

"I think...we might be in trouble?" you looked to Yelena.

"I'm saying it was your fault, you drove" Yelena replied, unbuckling herself from her seat.

"Don't you dare, Belova!"