[ She intones, letting her mouth crook into an easy smile.
Doors are opening. Somebody could have gotten out of the car to open it, but yes, the doors are opening, who cares how.
Natasha doesn't bother to remind Pepper that they're headed north. Technically, it doesn't matter where they go, but it doesn't take long before Natasha hitches the rifle over her shoulder and sort of— hangs out of the jeep, sitting more on the headrest than the actual seat. Held firmly in her arms, she squints one eye and looks through the sight. ]
this thread is like two women one cocktail
[ She intones, letting her mouth crook into an easy smile.
Doors are opening. Somebody could have gotten out of the car to open it, but yes, the doors are opening, who cares how.
Natasha doesn't bother to remind Pepper that they're headed north. Technically, it doesn't matter where they go, but it doesn't take long before Natasha hitches the rifle over her shoulder and sort of— hangs out of the jeep, sitting more on the headrest than the actual seat. Held firmly in her arms, she squints one eye and looks through the sight. ]
Nope, [ she says. ] No margarita bars.