Bringing the car around to the front of the caravan was an easy enough task, and so was making coffees. Eleanor felt silly about it but she was incredibly happy to be doing such menial tasks. Over the recent months, most times the two asked each other to do something it was a safety precaution. Such as, 'Hey, can you check over last night's CCTV footage whilst I check the perimeter', so to have simple things to do meant a lot.

The weight on their shoulders was still too much to bear, but it had gotten a bit lighter since their arrival a short time ago. Something is better than nothing. After the car was parked out front, Natasha came back in and proposed that they should get into comfy clothes first, which Eleanor eagerly nodded along to, getting sick of being in jeans already.

With sweatpants and crewnecks in tow, Eleanor went outside to bring in their first bag of things. They didn't bring much with them as that would be a nightmare to travel with, just the necessities like clothing, utensils, and a few weapons, just in case. The bag that she had randomly picked up had ended up being the heaviest one, filled to the brim with metal items, most of which she didn't remember packing. It must have been Natasha overpacking all of her weapons she thought to herself as she headed back in, feeling like she had to heave herself up the couple of steps leading to the door.

When she re-entered the tiny home, the first thing that Eleanor noticed was Nat wiping down a side, with her hair now in a bun instead of a half-braid, causing the younger woman to frown slightly. Nat had a habit of re-doing her hair over and over when she was stressed, but it could also be because the half-hair style wasn't keeping enough out of her face. So, she decided to not press about anything and to just keep an eye on her wife throughout the day.

When Nat spotted Eleanor walk in her eyes lit up and a smile formed on her face, "Hey!", she greeted walked over to her and helped Eleanor place the bag down, knowing exactly the contents of it. After all, she had packed it herself and she was quite proud of how many weapons she had managed to fit in such a small backpack. Eleanor on the other hand was now stretching out her back, even after carrying the bag for thirty seconds, it felt as though her spine had been compressed into a pancake.

"Let's quickly get the rest in", Nat moved out of the caravan with Eleanor hot on her tail, and now that the other bags were lighter they took several each so that they wouldn't have to do multiple trips, and tossed them near the sofa, chests rising rapidly from the exertion. The bags themselves were not heavy, but they had both overpacked their bodies to the point where it was a hassle to get through the door. Nat had practically begun wheezing like an old kettle when Eleanor first attempted to get through the door. It was very much like when a dog has a giant stick in its mouth and tries and fails to get through a small gap. She had bounced back slightly into Natasha before comically manoeuvring through the door, smacking the frame with every little movement.

Natasha had entered more graciously but she was still laughing at her wife's failure so almost tripped over as she walked in, earning more laughs from the pair. The unpacking itself went fairly quickly due to the lack of items, and they were soon finished with getting everything out of the bags. Though Eleanor had forgotten about her coffee and when she found it on the side after it had gone cold she felt her heart break into a million tiny pieces. A waste of good coffee grounds.

Whilst she started making a fresh cup, Nat announced that she would quickly put the box in the car that Mason had brought from Budapest, ready to throw out when they next went into town, not wanting to leave it by the door as it was clutter, along with a bag and some boots each that she wanted to keep in the car in case they needed them whilst they were out.

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The kitchen was a mess. Everything had been unpacked but they couldn't decide on how to organise the equipment and utensils in the teeny cupboards, so just left everything out on the side to deal with the next day. Exhaustion had hit fast when the adrenaline from the travelling had worn off, and so they couldn't be bothered to sort out the storage situation that evening.

Instead, they got into some sleep clothes consisting of oversized shirts and shorts and settled down for the evening as the dark had begun rolling in. Eleanor made the pair some sandwiches and also laid out some snacky junk food as well. Though she practically gagged when she placed more of Natasha's food down in front of her space, a jar of caviar. "You still don't like?", Nat teased from her place at the edge of the kitchen where she was quadruple checking that both she and Eleanor had all of the documents that Mason had promised them.

"Absolutely not", the younger woman laughed and placed herself down on the sofa, taking a huge bite of her sandwich as Nat shook her head. "You want a drink?", the redhead in the kitchen asked, not having to shout over as the two were practically next to each other with how small all of the rooms were. Eleanor nodded and made a humming noise in agreement, her mouth stuffed with a giant chunk of sandwich.

She watched as Nat popped the tops of their beers open, holding the tops with one hand, before reaching into a bag and pulling out some blonde hair dye. Within a split second, Eleanor's face scrunched up in confusion, "When did you even buy that?".

Natasha turned around with an amused smile, for a spy Eleanor could be incredibly oblivious to her surroundings when distracted. "The shop back in town, you were busy looking at the baked goods section". Eleanor jutted her lips out as she nodded, remembering how good some of those goods looked. Nat rolled her eyes with the same smile on her face as she moved back to the living room, taking a seat on the sofa next to her wife, tangling their legs together as Nat opened the laptop so that they could choose a movie for the evening.

Eleanor wanted to watch 'National Treasure' as it was a carefree movie and one that was nostalgic for her as she had watched it a few times with her friends in her late teens when it was first released. Natasha wanted to watch 'Moonraker' for the fifty billionth time, even though Eleanor had argued time and time again that it was one of the worst movies in the franchise. Though time and time again, Natasha was having none of it, and still insisted that it was her favourite.

The duo decided on doing a best of three rock, paper, scissors game to decide which movie they should watch. Eleanor won the first game, giving her a sense of false security before Nat went and beat her in the next two games. The younger woman wanted to complain, but at seeing Natasha with a big grin on her face as she pulled up the player of the downloaded movie, she decided against it and let a small smile rest on her own face at her wife's happiness. She would watch Moonraker every day if it would keep Nat happy.

As they watched the movie curled up next to each other, the sandwiches and snacks were quickly finished, the empty packets discarded carelessly on the table in front of them, making the place appear in even more of a mess than it had before, though they couldn't bring it upon themselves to care too much.

Then Natasha started on her caviar, making Eleanor grimace as she kept her eyes on the screen. "You're just uncultured", Nat shrugged as she ate a big spoonful. "Okay, first of all", she turned to face Nat who shook her head and smiled at how serious Eleanor sounded, "I'm English so that's a given, and second of all I don't see a problem with not wanting to eat weird fish eggs", she finished and turned to face the laptop screen again.

Nat looked as though she was going to continue the joke and argue back, but when Eleanor absentmindedly placed a hand on her thigh that was laid across her lap, Natasha's cheeks immediately reddened at the contact and she quickly snapped her eyes back to the movie. Though what Nat couldn't see was the way that Eleanor was smirking, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Though after a minute or so it really was absentminded movements instead of planned as she started drawing little shapes on Nat's leg with her pointer finger as the two continued to watch the movie. Eleanor was broken out of her trance of being zoned in on the storyline when Nat started the usual thing of quoting the movie. "Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python? Because I discovered he had a crush on me".

Eleanor had a goofy smile on her face at the usual antics, as Nat doesn't even realise that she does it. Her face was completely neutral as she quietly reeled off the line that both women could recite in their sleep. Though just as Nat took another bite of her caviar with her wife still looking at her with heart eyes, the generator died on them, leaving the laptop screen as the only source of light. Both of their faces dropped as they looked around the dark home, "Oh, great", Nat muttered as Eleanor let out a long sigh. Of course, they wouldn't even last one night without an issue popping up, that's just not what their luck would allow.

"I think I might just sob, that would solve the issue, right?", sarcasm laced Eleanor's words as she sat up and gently moved Nat's legs off of her own and stood whilst stretching. "Oh yeah, definitely", Nat replied with the same energy and a smirk, both trying to keep the situation lighthearted even though it was an extremely infuriating situation. "I'll go and check the generator", she continued and also stood, moving towards the counter, placing her caviar down.

Eleanor walked behind her, "I'll come with you, don't particularly want you going out there alone, we should probably put some warmer clothes on though, right?", she moved to be next to Nat, who smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, so come on hurry up", Nat patted her butt before placing her hands on her waist and pushing her towards the bedroom in a speed walk, giggles erupting from the younger woman in the process.

They just changed back into some sweatpants before heading outside, the cold air immediately hitting them, "Oh fuck me it's cold", Eleanor shivered as she walked over to the generator with Nat, who promptly looked at her with a smirk, a response clearly on its way. Though Eleanor quickly put a stop to the playful glint in Nat's eye, "Don't", she laughed and Nat shrugged.

From an external view there looked to be nothing wrong with the generator, but when Nat tugged and tugged at the string with Eleanor standing to the side hugging herself and moving her knees as though walking on the spot with her feet firmly planted on the floor, nothing happened. Natasha tinkered with it a bit, checking if there was anything wrong, before her lips and nose scrunched in annoyance. "What's wrong?", the younger woman spoke and took a step closer, scanning her eyes over the piece of equipment.

"No fuel", Nat murmured and stood to move over to the plastic fuel tanks, shaking them with a sigh as she felt that both were empty. "I need to take a trip into town otherwise we are going to freeze to death overnight", she picked up the yellow tank and almost stomped over to the car, throwing it into the backseat before closing the door with a force that made Eleanor wince.

"Okay...", Eleanor responded hesitantly, Nat had said 'I' so she wasn't sure where her place in this little trip was but she hoped that she could tag along. Natasha started looking around the area vigilantly, "I know it's cold and late but are you okay coming with? I don't trust this place enough yet to leave you alone in the dark".

A soft smile rested on Eleanor's face as she nodded and gestured to the caravan with her head, "Come on let's go get some proper clothes on then". It was about an hour back into town, which would be a two-hour round trip, not including the time in getting fuel. They definitely needed coats at the bare minimum. Natasha breathed out a sigh of relief and rushed back into the warmth with Eleanor to quickly put some everyday clothes on again, as well as braiding both hers and Eleanor's hair, and dashed back out to the car, not wanting tonight to be too much of a late one considering the fact that they were tired as is.

It was a pretty bumpy ride considering they had to drive through the countryside and back around the base of some mountains, for people with carsickness it would be a nightmare. Eleanor stifled some yawns through the journey, not wanting to make Nat feel bad for asking her to accompany her at the late hour, even though she wanted to go with her anyway. The radio was the main thing keeping her awake, as she focused on the melodies. When she started humming along to "Cheap Thrills" by Sia, Nat found herself tapping along to the rhythm on the steering wheel. A cheap orchestra.

It had been a peaceful journey, not much conversation occurred because of how tired they were, but the company was enough to keep both of their anxieties at bay. Eleanor felt relief when they could see the lights from the town illuminated in the distance, and remembered that the bridge that they were approaching meant that it was only another fifteen minutes before they reached their destination. Though when Nat exited the junction and turned left to enter the bridge, all trains of thought were abruptly stopped as an explosive was fired at the passenger side.

The explosion propelled the car along the bridge as it barrel rolled halfway down it and towards the edge, the car breaking past the barrier and hanging off of the side with the front leaning down precariously towards the water and the back wheels off of the ground. The sheer sound of it had made Eleanor feel like her eardrums had burst, and the rolling of the car had completely disoriented her. Shards of glass flew at them when they hit the barrier, and suddenly everything went dark.

A/n~ Onto the black widow action finally :D Truly savoured writing the domestic moments of the last few chapters as I know that it's probably gonna be the last time for quite a while lmao ;-;