A/N: Heyo, my loyal readers and fellow Marvel fanatics! This week I bring you an installment featuring Maggie trying to drive. Say whaaa?

I'll be honest here - this one was written kind of impulsively, as my way of not wanting to do history homework. Oh, APUSH, how I love thee. This one also may seem a little different as far as the writing goes than the normal ones, cuz, I dunno, that's how it felt when I was writing it.

Anywho, here's some nice Natasha and Maggie mother-daughter bonding fluff. I figured out of the two of them, Natasha would be more likely the one to teach Maggie how to drive rather than Steve. I mean, obviously, he must know how to drive a car, but we all know him for his epic motorcycle stunts and running through walls as seen in winter soldier.

Thanks for all the faves, follows, and reviews! Congratulations to everyone out there reading this who can drive, and good luck to those of you out there currently learning or will have to eventually. :D

"Drive."

Maggie eyed her mother - wearing a black bike helmet and a pillow strapped to her chest, Jesus Christ she's so dramatic - in the passenger seat, as she tightened her hold of the steering wheel. Looking up in the mirror she had adjusted, she caught sight of her own bike helmet on top of her head. It was purple because Clint had decided that he would be the one to purchase a new helmet for Maggie years ago. She was also wearing corresponding knee pads and elbow pads because Natasha insisted on safety first. Maggie didn't even know they owned all the protective gear, or why. She then prevented Maggie from strapping a pillow from herself, though, because that may obstruct Maggie's supposed driving abilities. Natasha's logic that day was just pretty strange.

So, using her left foot, Maggie cautiously undid the parking brake, and pressed her right foot down on the actual brake. With another deep breath, she shifted the car into drive, using what she had dubbed the "PRNDL" (pronounced prin-dle). Steve had said that was a good way of remembering the different gears, while Natasha grumbled something about people not understanding the difference between actual words and acronyms.

Immediately, upon removing her foot from the brake, the car started moving forward by itself. Maggie looked at Natasha desperately, as if silently asking if their car was made by Tony or was some kind of robot that actually drove itself.

The spy just rolled her eyes playfully. "Put your foot down on the brake again, Maggie. The car just starts moving when you put into gear."

"Oh, okay." Maggie sighed in relief, and put her foot on the brake. "Now?"

"Now, I repeat: drive. But," Natasha quickly said before Maggie could carry out the command, "please no pedal to the metal. I know this isn't my nice car, but I'd rather not die in a fiery car crash."

Maggie looked unamused at the comment, and Natasha just met her with an equally blank expression. Her deadpan humor was often a stark contrast from Maggie's more giggly personality, which made their interactions all the more entertaining for the others to watch.

Finally giving in and rolling her eyes at Natasha, Maggie looked back at the literally empty road ahead of her. Literally. They were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, some back roads of Virginia, or something. Natasha was very obvious in her concerns about the fifteen year old's first driving experience. Even though there was nothing to hit, Natasha had still made herself and Maggie put on a bunch of protective gear that children used when learning how to ride a bike. Again, the spy's strange logic.

Maggie finally pushed her foot to the gas, startled by the sudden movement as they were launched forward.

Well, launched at about an ambitious 15 miles per hour, at least.

She had already had the idea that the harder you push on the pedal, the faster you'll go. She'd seen the movies where people slammed on the gas pedals, and their speeds rose past 70 miles an hour. She had no interest in going at such a speed.

Natasha sat, quietly observing, as Maggie drove so painstakingly slow.

"You know, technically, we're on a freeway."

Maggie groaned at Natasha's comment. "Why would you take me out to a freeway to learn how to drive? That's so dangerous!"

"Well, I figured you'd have room to speed around. But I now retract that sentiment." Natasha sighed as she looked out the passenger side window, looking out at the literally empty-for-miles land.

"Would you prefer me to go faster?"

Natasha knew Maggie enjoyed jumping from underwhelming to overwhelming in less than half a second to get reactions out of people, and she knew that the second she said yes, she wanted to actually travel faster than the snails she could spot out on the side of the road left out from the rain a few days ago, Maggie would slam her foot on the gas with an "I warned you!"

"I would prefer you to travel at a safe speed between 25 and 50 miles per hour." Natasha instead quipped a second later, deciding to set some parameters. No way were those the speeds one should be traveling at on the freeway, but there was literally no one out in the middle of nowhere with them. So, why not.

Maggie grinned, mischief in her eyes, as she sped up to 30 now. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Maggie drove straight on the two lane road for another thirty seconds or so, until she started panicking about a car coming toward them in the opposite lane, and, oh, God, they're gonna run into us, they're gonna run into us! We're gonna die!

"Just relax, Лапушка. They'll stay in their lane, and we'll stay in ours." Natasha replied to her daughter's frantic commentary.

As they passed the car, Maggie exhaled loudly. Natasha rolled her eyes. She definitely did not remember learning to drive being so dramatic and as big of a deal as Maggie was making it out to be. She sighed again as she leaned against the passenger door, looking out the window with a bored expression while Maggie went on about some car approaching behind them, and how it was going to hit them. Maggie was sure of it this time. Natasha merely made a retort about how if the car behind them did hit them, the other driver would be the one having to pay for the damage. Thus was the law of the road in terms of rear-ending incidents.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. That's what they told us in driver's ed when we learned about what to do in case of an accident." Maggie confirmed after Natasha's mini-lecture about car insurance and who was at fault in the most common scenarios.

During their conversation, the car just drove into the other lane, and then back into theirs, passing them. Maggie disapproved of the action, deeming it unsafe to drive into the lane of oncoming traffic. Natasha just shrugged and said they were in the middle of nowhere, so the laws didn't matter anymore. Not to mention, the two redheads themselves weren't even following them, since Maggie's speed was hovering between 25 and 30 the entire time.

Well, at least she wasn't as reckless and clumsy behind the wheel as she was when just walking, Natasha silently humored to herself.

"We're also breaking the law by having you let me drive." Maggie added, with a mockingly pretentious tone, to Natasha's comment about their complete disregard for the general speed of the freeway. "I'm not supposed to drive until I have my first lesson, and then the dude will sign my permit saying then I can practice with you and other adults."

"I figured you didn't want your very first experience of sitting behind the wheel to be on the oh-so-friendly streets of the District of Columbia." Natasha replied dryly.

Maggie thought about it for a moment. "I guess that's true."

Another minute of silence passed between them, until Natasha finally challenged Maggie to speed up.

"How much?"

"A lot. We're on the freeway, for Christ's sake."

"I thought you said no pedal to the metal!"

"70 miles per hour is the legal speed limit for highways. That's not pedal to the metal."

Maggie just shrugged, and then pressed her foot down on the gas. Hard.

In seconds, her speed jumped up from 25 to 55, and then she was about to pass 70. Natasha was pushed back into her seat uncomfortably by the sudden speed-up, completely discarding her mental images from minutes before of Maggie being less reckless behind the wheel.

Lord have mercy if the girl ever tried to follow in her father's footsteps and tried to master riding a motorcycle.

Oh, who was she kidding? Of course Maggie's next goal after mastering the Class-C licensed motor vehicles in the world would be to try a motorized bike.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down!" Natasha called frantically as Maggie hovered around 80, as the teen was too apprehensive about taking her eyes off the road to glance down at her speedometer.

Sure, they were in the middle of nowhere, but Natasha couldn't help but worry. Like hell was she going to let her daughter speed off into the sunset and into some poor unfortunate soul in the lane of oncoming traffic.

Both redheads rocked back and forth as Maggie slammed her foot on the brake - why is she slamming everything? - and they skidded to a stop. As they sat there, completely disoriented and Natasha looking like she'd rather be anywhere but there in that moment, Maggie tried to sound apologetic.

"Sorry."

But she was grinning again, that big mischievous grin that everyone had grown to fear. Where that grin was, trouble followed. Natasha sighed.

"For the record, I'm actually finding this kind of fun. All those years of Mario Kart have brought me to this day."

Maggie looked so damn proud of herself, despite her less than satisfactory driving, that Natasha couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah? Well, it's great if you have fun driving, but make sure to not run over everyone and everything."

"I haven't hit anything yet! I'm a great driver already!" Maggie sounded pleased, as she beamed at Natasha. The spy was concerned by Maggie's declaration because of the fact she included the word "yet" when proclaiming the victory of her lack of hitting things. "Can I drive us home?"

Natasha stared out the window at the scenic nothingness with an exasperated expression on her face, but after a few seconds and a few calming breaths she decided sure, why not. Natasha was a master assassin, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, an Avenger - she could (and definitely should be able to) handle a little more unpleasant driving.

She would make sure to direct Maggie using the most rural and empty roads as possible, but navigating the city would be a challenge for sure.

And Maggie really enjoyed challenges. She looked at Natasha expectantly.

After one more deep breath, and fluffing up her protective pillow just a bit, Natasha nodded. "If you think you can handle it."

Maggie nodded, a determined look on her face, and Natasha began to guide her through the process of making a U-turn.

And Natasha could only count on one hand the number of times Maggie went too far and ended up off the road during the three basic steps, so she took that as a small victory.

A/N: I know this one's pretty short compared to my past chapters, but I've figured that if I stick to shorter oneshots, I may be able to update more regularly. Here's to hoping that doesn't totally fall through!

Also, I couldn't resist making Natasha strap a pillow to her torso. The idea was just too funny to pass up.