Chapter 4: Tequila Tuesday

Angelswillbleedfrompain is this enough taking my time?

Authors Note: Okay, so I wasn't feeling this chapter.

So I've been spastically writing bits of the chapter.

"Hey Wolf, we have a day off; finally." Black Jack hollered as she came jogging down the hall.

"No 'Fido' today, Texas Holden?" Wolf questioned, she seemed stunned for a moment and walked away, slowly.

"Fuck you Fido." Black Jack countered as she lowly flipped off her partner. "I guess I'll take Jose somewhere else." She had a plan to be nice to her partner since her partner had threatened to destroy her pretty face in Seattle.

"Tequila?" Wolf asked, turning on her heels to face her partner, who had a wicked grin on her mouth.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have a real day off and drink with me."

Wolf arched an eyebrow and looked to both sides. "It's five o'clock somewhere, right?" Wolf stated.

"Good idea!" Black Jack said jumped up and down with glee. "I'm so glad you decide to make this a good day off." Wolf looked at her partner with light worry settling over her shoulders. Wolf just shrugged and walked away to their shared room; her partner followed behind her closely and talked Wolfs' ears off in the brief walk. "So how are we going to get some?" Black Jack asked when they walked in their room. "Because I only have enough for a few shots."

"You didn't think that through did you?" Wolf asked as she stood by her closet. "Obviously not, why would I think you thought it through?" She muttered as she searched through her closet. Seconds later she came out with a bottle, which was half empty to her. "Here we can finish this and that, but you got to get more."

"From who?" Black Jack took the bottle and examined it. Patron Silver.

"Hell if I know, nor care, as long as you get it." Wolf had gone to a draw in her dresser and pulled out four large, clear shot glasses.

"Then how'd you get this?" Black Jack asked holding out the bottle.

"Previous partners and I have my own contacts." Wolf smugly informed.

"No need to be smug."

"No need to be bitchy." Wolf grabbed the tequila bottle and poured them two shots each. "Drink these then ask Widow." She suggested. "Oh and have cash and be willing for a favor, to be prepared."

"Thanks?" Black Jack questioned. "We need salt and limes."

Wolf walked into their half kitchen and produced an air tight bag of sliced limes and a salt shaker. Both of them licked the back of their hands and passed the salt to pour on, grabbed a shot and a lime wedge in preparation. Counting to three the licked off the salt and threw the shot down their throats and bit into the lime. They repeated for the last of the shots.

Wolf put the bottle on her desk. "The day is getting shorter, better get going."

"Hardly." Black Jack looked at her white wrist watch to see it was only half past eleven in the morning.

"Someone might have a mission later." Wolf hinted towards their mentors who could help them out.

"Damn it." Black Jack ran out the door and came back a minute later grabbing her wallet. Wolf decided to follow her. The two ran to the closet stair well and up three flights of stairs to the senior agents living quarters; by rules, juniors weren't supposed to be in the senior quarters unless they had one with them.

Wolf followed closely behind her partner and hid from all passing agents, her partner just walked around like she owned the place; not jumping from the older agents. She had walked straight to Black Widows single quarters and knocked on the door; which opened and yanked her in seconds later. Wolf sighed and knocked once on the door as well, also getting pulled in when the door opened.

"Khrena ty idiotiv zdes' delaysh'? Starshiy uroveny ot predelov!" The Russian exclaimed.

"English Natasha!" Black Jack told. "All I understood was 'idiotiv'."

"The fuck are you idiots doing here? Senior levels are off limits!" She repeated with the same tone. "Of course you understood idiotiv, I called you it enough." She said as she narrowed her eyes to her former student.

Black Jack looked around the small quarters. "So, I heard all senior agents get their own rooms, right."

"Only if they're partnered with the opposite gender, like Barton and myself." Natasha answered, standing in the same place.

Black Jack instantly turned to Wolf and said, "Get a sex change."

"What? Why me?"

"Because I'm too gorgeous to be a man, and you, well let's just say, you can chop your hair off and wear baggy clothes."

"Ha, no. not chopping of my hair, and just ask." Wolf stated coldly as she planned a way to kill Black Jack.

"Fine. Would you happen to have tequila?" She bluntly asked facing her old mentor.

"I'm Russian." Natasha stated just as coldly as Wolf.

"So is that a yes?" Black Jack asked idiotically. Wolf stood behind her shaking her head and trying to hold back all of her laughter.

"No, it's a no."

"What kind of Russian are you then?" Black Jack asked loudly. Wolf had held her head in the palm of both her hands and shook with silent laughter.

"A very good one. Russians prefer vodka." Natasha just walked to a closet and pulled out random looking clothes; for an assassin. Black Jacks face made a very large 'o' and bowed her head for looking like an idiot. "Why don't you ask Clint?"

"Good idea. Fido, call him." Black Jack pulled out her phone and began to dial Clint's number and handed her phone to Wolf. If it wasn't Black Jacks face directed to her partner, she would have seen Natasha stand straighter and tense up. The older woman looked at the other agent and silently told her not to call from in there.

"Why don't we sneak up to his floor and call him on the way." Wolf suggested, catching onto Natasha's silent conversation, and turned to go out the door.

"Good idea." Both Black Jack and Natasha agreed; Black Jack followed Wolf out the door.

The duo silently made their way up to the men's quarters, when Black Jack asked, "Why does Widow go by Natasha when she's on base and not on missions, but everywhere else she's Black Widow?"

"Simple, to keep her two identities separate. Before I became recruited her I was going by Aithne Evylynn. So when my… contacts would call me Evylynn, I could say they call me by my last name." Wolf said solemnly. "I'm sure you had an alias too." Wolf pulled out her phone and dialed Clint's number. As soon as he answered she spoke. "Man, I'm thirsty. Would you happen to know if they have that really good smoothie in the cafeteria today?"

"What are you talking about? We want… " Black Jack asked, she was cut off by Wolf slapping the back of her head. She didn't want a damn smoothie, she wanted tequila.

"Awesome, we'll get our smoothies after we go to the gym and do a bit of tanning… Alright… Thank you and have fun tonight." Wolf hung up the phone and glared at Black Jack.

"What was that all about? Smoothies? Gym? Tanning?"

"Idiot. Have you ever heard of code speak?" Wolf made her eyes larger in wonder if her partner could last if she didn't know codes.

"Oh, so smoothies were code for tequila. Then what was code for going to the gym and tanning?"

"What do you do at a gym?" Wolf riddled.

"You train with whoever is there, but what does that have to do with tequila?" Black Jack answered.

"Just follow me." Wolf sighed and rolled her eyes, leading her partner to the training center. Wolf just walked to a corner that was covered by a pile of thick blue training mats.

"So are we training, because this is not part of the whole day off plan? The whole day off plan is to not…"

Black Jack shut up when she saw Clint walking in with his duffel bag strapped over his shoulder.

"Wolf, why am I doing this for you again?" Clint greeted me as he gave an upward nod to Black Jack. Wolf gave him a knowing look; she knew he had 'relations' with another agent, she just hadn't known who. "Right, well, the usual rules." He took is bag and set it down before Wolf took out a fairly decent amount of cash from her wallet.

"Nechajte si moja držim tvoje. Čest' medzi siroty pravé?" Wolf recited in Slovak; if she spilled his secret romance, he could spill mine. Honour among orphans, right? "Granted it wouldn't help you any." For the first three years of Wolf joining, Clint helped her learn a language and Slovak was a bit easier for her since she had Slovak contacts.

"Your pronunciation isn't at its best Malý vlk."

"Malý vlk, huh? Long time since you called me that." His usually nickname for her was 'little wolf' because he had told her once that he often thought of her as his little sister, when he said that to her, she broke down a little and cried in front of him for the first time. All the training and torture couldn't make Wolf cry but when someone says they think of her as family she breaks, she falls, and crumbles.

"Enjoy, make it last." Clint said before he walked away from the younger agents. He had nothing more to talk about, he was glad his former student was the same when deals were made.

Wolf and Black Jack waited a few moments before they made their way, with the newly acquired duffel bag, to their room.

"Damn. It's the good shit." Wolf said as she examined the bottles.

"Yeah, I know I'm that good." Black Jack took a bottle and poured them two shots each. "Let's go to the tech lab, see if whatever his name is has any cool gadgets."

"Yanker." Wolf corrected. "He's in the field today."

"Well he's not the only gadgets expert around here, I'm sure we'll find someone." Black Jack said with her wicked grin that held a plan behind it.

"Why don't we mess with Fury? Well you mess with him while I "try" to get you to go back to the room or go training." Wolf knew it was something Black Jack would normally do but with tequila she was unsure.

"You're a buzz kill you know?" Black Jack paused to take another shot. "'Sides no training on our day off."

"Well aware of that fact, but thanks for the reminder." Wolf replied sarcastically. "Then let's just finish Clint's tequila and stay in here."

"No. Now I want to go fuck with Fury and maybe Hill." Black Jack whined. "With some cool gadgets."

Wolf argued with Black Jack, coming to the conclusion that all she wanted to do was prank people; Wolf sighed before she had a different approach and couldn't get her to listen. "No!" Wolf exclaimed.

Black Jack was about to tell Wolf of her plan to prank both Fury and Hill but what was said made her say, "No? What the fuck do you mean by no?" Black Jack questioned, shaking her head she continued with, "You make it seem like I'm dragging you with me and that you don't enjoy this, when deep, deep, deep, deep down you like to fuck with people and be out of control. For once, let shit go."

Wolf looked both shocked and like realization had taken over. After a moment she threw her arms up. "Fine!" Wolf stormed out of the room and down the hallway.

"What?" Black Jack asked as she followed her down the hallway.

"Letting shit go." Wolf turned to head in the other direction of Black Jack.

"Where are you going?" Black Jack hollered down the hallway.

"To get somethings." Wolf turned and out stretched her arms. "You'll be surprised." She continued walking backwards. "Do what you want. I'll meet you in the board room in twenty." With that Wolf was gone, sprinting down the hall.

"Fine. Techies, here comes the fun." Black Jack said with a mischievous smile.

**Twenty minutes later**

Wolf was standing in the broad room waiting on Black Jack to get there. She was hidden in the corner, away from any wondering eyes. A large bag, which looked like a purse, was slung over her shoulder; the bag looked like it was nearly full.

The automatic door to Wolf's left slide open and someone a Segway. The Segway gave note that it was heavily customized. It had a larger foot base, the handle bars were covered, as well as the front, everything else was overdone for a Segway; it seemed to scream 'notice me!' whenever someone looked at it but they had been trained to not care about it. The rider of the Segway was clad in black and had a helmet on as well as a small backpack shouldered. The rider was unnoticed, even when it stepped off; the rider stood by the Segway and looked around the room, the last place the rider looked was the corner where Wolf was; nodding to Wolf to come closer. Complying the rider, Wolf walked over as the rider lifted up the eye protector, revealing it was Black Jack, who then got back on the Segway and motioned for Wolf to get on the back of it; Wolf had rolled her eyes as she stepped on.

"Drawing some attention don't you think?" Wolf hissed loud enough for only Black Jack to hear.

"It just screams 'notice me!' right?" Black Jack countered as she turned it around and headed to their freedom.

Three hours and several shots later

"Damn girl, you sexy." A man sitting on a bar stool whistled to Black Jack, Selene in public, as she walked by.

She turned around on her toes and looked him in the eyes with a flirtatious grin. "Trust me when I woke up this morning I had no plans of being this sexy, shit just happens." Selene said with a cocky grin and took the shot from the man sitting on the stool and walked away, sashaying her hips wickedly.

Selene slowly danced up to her partner who was sitting at their table, nursing a fishbowl of a margarita. She noted that since they changed at the gas station Wolf, Evylynn in public, had slowly been losing all of her clothes. "You know, every time I look over at you, you seem to lose an article of clothing."

"Your point?"

"Just saying your clothes fall off tonight."

"Tequila makes my clothes fall off." Evylynn grinned.

"And Irish beer makes your legs open." Selene joked.

"No, it vodka that makes my legs open." Evylynn replied with an unusually wild grin.

"Slut."Selene muttered as she pulled out a phone and began tapping the screen of said phone.

"virgin, what are you doing?" Evylynn had asked several times until she had annoyed Selene.

"Computer stuff. You wouldn't understand." Selene said with over annoyance at her partner and over confidence in herself.

"Right, like you knew Russians drink tequila."

"Momentary confusion." She puffed out her chest in pride and threw her head back in thick headedness.

"Okay, whatever you say." Evylynn shortly. "Seriously, what are you doing?"

"I'm hacking a very difficult network." Selene stated slowly as she pressed in codes and patterns.

"On an iPhone?" Evylynn doubted.

"Yes on an iPhone." Selene said slowly.

"S.H.I.E.L.D's?"

Black Jack looked up at Wolf and had pain in her eyes, like she couldn't believe that she was doubted in her hacking ability. "Hacked before I joined. This one belongs to a billionaire."

"Starks?" Wolf asked rather loudly for being so close to her.

"Yes, I wanna screw with that playboy." Black Jack said with a dark smirk. She went back to placing codes upon codes in the phone. Wolf walked away to the end of the bar and ordered herself a Tequila Sunrise and a Tequila Tropical Punch for Black Jack.

When her drinks were handed to her she dropped off Black Jacks drink then she went out to the dance floor and mimicked what all the other women were doing on the dance floor, grinding on a man that they were with or a man who said a pretty complement. Evylynn just rolled her eyes and found an easy target for half an hour.

Somewhere during the dancing a man, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties was drunkenly dancing on the young assassin; after a few moments of them dancing, a younger man, maybe the same age as the girl, broke up the pair dancing. The young assassin didn't have a clue who either man was, nor why the younger man was being aggressively protective. She had retreated back to the table with her partner who had set down the phone when she arrived. They looked each other in the eye, having a silent agreement to get in the fight, only after they went to the bar and had three quick rounds of Tequila Slammers.

Grinning like mad men, well women, the two agents jumped into the dance floor and threw enough punches to cause a massive fight around the whole bar.

It was just after the two agents had left the bar, via bouncers, to see Black Jacks' latest tech victim drooling over a Segway that one had been modified to go faster and look 'great'. Evylynn and Selene were sitting on the curb of the bar after being thrown out for fighting, and whooping some major ass, nursing swelling cheeks and lips.

"Pepper, I want one!" The playboy told his girlfriend in pure excitement.

"Then make it, Tony." She dragged out; she was hoping he find something to spend time on the other than he Iron Man armor, or less time on it.

"J.A.R.V.I.S." The billionaire said into his home connection.

"Yes Master Stark?" said device responded with a different tone.

"J.A.R.V.I.S? What's wrong with your speech pattern?" The billionaire asked as he gave an arched eyebrow at his girlfriend who shrugged her shoulders at his silent question.

"Nothing, Master Stark. My systems say everything is fine." The AI responded in an American English accent and not its usual programmed English accent.

"J.A.R.V.I.S, I didn't program humor in you." Tony said with a dry tone.

"J.A.R.V.I.S, tell me when your last system update was." Pepper asked quickly.

"Tonight at 23:19."

"Where was it authorized from?" Pepper asked, knowing that she had talked Tony into letting the home device run its scheduled projects so the two could have a night out, on the other side of the country, and that he had no plans to update his AI system from the plane.

"From a device less than two hundred yards northeast of your current position." The couple looked at each other and toward the given direction to see two girls with slightly swollen faces sitting on the curb of an ending bar looked at Pepper, and vice versa, giving each other a single question of how. Tony,
unfaltering, rushed up to the two girls, he had a mountain of questions for them, the most important to him at the moment was what did they use to hack his
system; Pepper was following behind him, wondering which one would have done it, because they looked like women you'd pick off a corner for an hour.

The two agents were looking up at the billionaire as he was approaching them in a hurried pace.

"Do we leave or what?" Wolf whispered without moving her jaw in more the a fourth of an inch, keeping her eyes set on Stark and Pepper.

"Nah, let's see what he has to say." Black Jack replied with the same amount of movement in her jaw.

"Fifty says he's going to furious when you tell him you did it from an IPhone, nearly drunk." Wolf wagered. "Hell, I'll put another fifty that Pots thinks were hookers."

"Ha! You're on. She probably thinks were drunks who got really luck with a phone."Black Jack agreed both shaking hands real quick.

"Which one of you is the genius-criminal who hacked my AI system?" Tony asked upon his arrival. Wolf didn't waste a second to throw her partner under the bus.

"Geeze Fido." Black Jack muttered, who received an elbow to the ribs. Looking Tony in the eyes Black Jack bragged, "Yeah I did. I'm the genius who hacked your AI. Pretty tough to get into but when I figured out the patterns I got it." She stood up, coming to his collar, she looked from her partner, who was telling her no in their silent language, she proceed to look him in the eyes from her full height. "I'm even drunk and did it from an IPhone. Come on Tonster, step up the game a bit." Black Jack patted his shoulder and walked, well stumbled, down the stand in line for another bar.

Wolf stood up shrugging her shoulders. "Sorry, she's a bit…"

"Drunk?" Pepper offered.

"Yes, but no. She's a bit…" Wolf dragged out, pausing to think of the word. "Eccentric? Yes, eccentric is the right word but that's not all." Crossing her arms under her chest and thought harder. "Anyways, Tony," looking eyes with Tony. "How cross are you?"

"Cross? I'm furious and dumbfounded."

"She has that influence." Wolf said before she walked, slightly stumbled, off.

"Hey, wait." Tony called. Once Wolf looked at him he asked "what are your names?"

With a wolfish grin, she replied, "Smith and Jones."She walked over to her partner, then proceeded into the new bar and repeated the process of drinking and dancing, however not causing another fight nor hacking into another AI.

The two stumbled into their room around fiver in the morning, each sitting on their respective beds.

"You know you may be a jack of all trades but you haven't mastered all." Wolf spoke after a moment of silence.

"Not yet but I will master everything and reiterate that to you that I am now a master of all trades." Black Jack retaliated with defense in her voice.

"Well when seduction is on that jack list, let me know." Wolf slowly stood up to grab a shirt from a draw and swap the two.

Black Jack gave her partner the finger before she spoke. "That was not part of the resume; I signed on for blowing up shit, not blowing shit, manning people, and chaos, seduction was not on the list." Black Jack defended angrily.

"I rest my case." Wolf stumbles towards her bed and collapse on it.

"Light weight."

"Am not. You owe me a hundred." Muttered Wolf before sleep took her.

Okay so that's this chapter. I may seem like I drink all the time but I really don't. Like I said I wasn't feeling it and I've been way busy with trying to get into college last minute and moving and more moving. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to be saying this in December and June. Fuck! Yeah in December I'm moving to Pennsylvania with my uncle and cousins and in June I'm moving my grandma up there.

Chapter 5 will be up quicker, it's a shorter chapter.