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Rio Vidal would do anything for her family. Her beautiful wife and wonderful son fill every second of her life with an indescribable amount of joy, so it’s only fair that her time is spent making them as happy as possible. Even if that means walking door-to-door handing out flyers and cupcakes with an overly bossy Russian.
“Can you please pick up the pace Vidal? If we keep going like this, we’re not going to get back in time for dinner.”
Nat speeds up, clipboard tucked under one arm, typing furiously on her phone as Rio flips her off from behind.
“Don’t make those gestures where kids can see you dumbass.”
Of course she knows what Rio is doing without looking. What a dick. Rio sticks her tongue out at the redhead.
“That’s somehow worse weirdo.”
Rio begrudgingly holds it together for the next four houses, reminding herself with each step and fake smile that this was for Agatha, Nicky, and their friends. The wagon she is pulling with their supplies hits her ankle one too many times, and she is more than a little snippy at the fifth house. Nat is only slightly better at keeping her poker face together, but after nearly being bitten by someone’s yapping poodle, Rio can tell she is also one more incident away from ripping someone’s head off.
As they stop in front of the next house on their list, Nat looks down at the clipboard in her hands and groans. She shows Rio the paper full of house numbers and names before she can ask to see it, tapping on a line towards the bottom of the sheet. Rio groans as well when she sees the name, and the two share matching grimaces as they make their way up the path and knock on the door.
The door swings open and they don't bother hiding their disdain as the man they loathe leans against the doorframe and winks.
“Well, hello ladies. To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from two of Westview’s finest?”
Nat shoves a flyer into his hands. “Vote.”
He glances down at the paper, the lecherous grin still on his face. “What’s in it for me?”
Rio steps in close, dark eyes staring holes into the unkempt looking man. “Ralph, if my wife loses by even one vote I’m coming back here and shoving that flyer so far down your throat they’ll need to invent a new type of surgery to remove it.”
He coughs uncomfortably, looking over to Nat for help, but only finds a matching hard stare from her.
“I’ll make sure to spread the word.” He steps back inside his house, closing the door as quickly as possible.
Nat sighs. “I won’t say anything about skipping the last few houses if you don’t.”
“Deal.”
The two head back to Nat’s SUV and quickly load in their remaining supplies before getting into the front seats. The redhead rubs her forehead tiredly as she pulls out of her parking spot to make their way back to their neighborhood.
Rio fiddles with the radio, stopping on a station she knows Nat will hate. Instead of the annoyed reaction she’s expecting, Nat is silent as she bites the inside of her cheek in thought.
“We have leftover cupcakes. Wanda’s going to be upset that we didn’t talk to everyone. Maybe we should go back.”
Rio shrugs. “We’ll just tell them we saved them for the kids. Or I’ll eat them. Who cares?”
Nat shoots her an unimpressed look. “Clearly they do, or we wouldn’t be out here begging for votes. Which is ridiculous for so many reasons, but especially stupid that anyone would even question picking them.”
“I mean we’re both planning to make sure they win no matter what the votes say right?”
“Not if Wanda asks.”
Rio grins. “Whipped”
“You’re one to talk.”
“The difference being I have no shame.”
Nat shoots her a glare next. “Trust me I know. You two should really learn how to lock doors.”
“You should learn to knock.”
“You should learn to shut the fuck up.”
Rio laughs and Nat’s lip twitches up before smoothing back over in a stoic expression. The brunette leans over and pokes her cheek.
“Come on Romanoff, no one’s gonna know that you actually enjoy hanging out with me. Well, no one but me.”
“Maybe,” Nat says, as a smile slowly spreads across her face, “I occasionally don’t want to bash your brains in.”
Rio grins and puts her hands behind her head, satisfied. “From you, that’s basically a love confession. I’m so telling Wanda.”
The Chaos Coven, a nickname most parents with kids at Westview’s elementary and middle schools only whisper behind their backs, met when their kids started the first grade. The three children were put in the same class, and by the time recess rolled around, had decided they were going to be friends for life.
“Mama, Mami!” Nicky runs out of the school directly into the waiting arms of Agatha and Rio who promptly smother him in kisses. “You have to meet my best friends!”
“Oh,” Agatha says, smoothing out her son's hair, “you have new best friends? What happened to Mami and me?”
The boy smiles sweetly up at them. “You two are my bestest friends. It’s different!”
Rio feigns a hurt expression. “One day away and you’re already replacing us, I’m not sure I’m a fan of this school stuff. Too much competition.”
Nicky ignores her joke and looks around until his eyes land on what he is searching for. His face lights up even brighter and he turns, tugging his mothers with him. The trio weave through other parents and children before abruptly stopping just as two girls Nicky’s age and their parents do the same.
One of the girls, a blonde with bright blue eyes, drops her parents' hands and replaces them with her new friends. “We’re going to go play for a second while you get to know each other.” The kids are gone, running back towards the playground before anyone can blink.
One of the girl’s mothers looks sheepishly at the group. “Sorry about that, she has a mind of her own.” She looks a bit younger than the rest of them, clearly someone who started her family earlier in life.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, we’re just glad Zoey made some friends. She tends to be a little more reserved.” The shorter of the other girl’s mothers speaks up.
The first woman smiles brightly, identical to the smile they had received from her daughter, and lets go of her wife’s arm to extend a hand out. “I’m Wanda, this is Nat, and that was Ana.”
The second woman takes her hand out of her jacket pocket to shake the outstretched hand. “Alice, Jen, Zoey.” She moves her head in the direction of her wife then the kids on the playground.
The four turn towards the remaining women, waiting for their introduction.
“How well do your kids do in school?”
“Oh, um pretty well.” Wanda frowns at the abrupt question from Agatha.
Jen scoffs. “What kind of question is that? It's literally the first day?”
“I take it yours doesn’t do so well. Noted.”
“She is very smart! How well does your kid do?”
Agatha grins, a boastful expression spreading across her face. “He speaks three languages and reads at a high school level.” She pats Jen’s arm. “Lucky for you our son seems to have taken a shine to your kid.”
Nat raises her eyebrows, almost impressed at the confidence, but more so enjoying the dramatic introduction.
Rio smiles and shoves her hand enthusiastically in the center of the circle. “She’s Agatha, I’m Rio, and that beautiful boy is Nicky.”
Alice takes her hand, shaking it slowly. Jen and Agatha stare at one another, both refusing to be the one to look away first.
“Well, I’m glad the kids introduced us. I can tell we’re going to be great friends.” Wanda smiles at everyone, her clear optimism making it hard for the others to disagree.
When Agatha Harkness sets her mind on something, there is an almost one hundred percent certainty that it will come to fruition. Either by luck or sheer will, she is a woman who always gets what she wants. It just so happens that achieving her current goal means there’s a lot of work for other people to get done. Despite what Jen says about her ego, her success in this will actually be a good thing in the long run.
If “President Harkness” has a nice ring to it, then that’s just a bonus.
“Do we have updated polling numbers?”
Agatha’s sitting at the head of the table, one hand wrapped around a half-drunk cup of coffee, foot tapping impatiently while she waits for an answer. With the election only one week away and the strong response they received from the incumbent when their campaign was announced, the team had been working nonstop to make sure they were making themselves known to their constituents.
Wanda frowns from her seat to the left of Agatha. "In what world would we have polling numbers?”
Agatha shoots her a cutting look. “In a world where everyone around me is actually competent, but I guess that’s just a pipe dream.”
Suddenly, a timer chimes from the kitchen.
“I’ll get it!”
“Rio wait, it’s goi-”
Rio and Nat’s voices are followed by a loud crash in the living room.
“Whoops.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Well, you’re the one that trusted me to hold it. What’s that say about you?”
There’s a light slapping sound, then shuffling and grunts. A solid thud and two identical groans come next as the shuffling stops. A beat goes by.
“Wait, the cookies.”
“Shit.”
Wanda smiles at Agatha who rolls her eyes but can’t stop the smile from spreading across her own face. The domesticity of sitting in one of her closest friend’s house as their wives jokingly fight in the next room over is something the younger version of herself would have scoffed at while secretly pining for. Wanda turns back to her laptop, while Agatha picks up her phone and starts looking through emails. After a few minutes, Rio and Nat emerge from the kitchen with a plate of fresh cookies. The pair look disheveled, clothes still somewhat twisted and out of place from their wrestling match.
Agatha notices a red mark on Rio’s arm as she places the plate on the table and plops down on the empty chair next to her wife, taking her hand to place a kiss on the knuckles.
“Did you hit my wife Romanoff?”
“Yes,” the redhead answers without hesitation. She leans down to kiss Wanda who tilts her head away, dodging her lips. Nat huffs. “I’m not gonna apologize, she had it coming.”
Wanda raises her eyebrows and doesn’t say a word.
The older woman groans and turns to Rio. “I’m sorry your face makes people want to hit you. Next time I’ll refrain from following my natural instincts.”
Rio puts on an exaggerated pout. “I think there may be internal bleeding.”
“I can show you what internal bleeding looks like.”
“Natasha.”
Nat sighs at Wanda’s scolding tone and mumbles, “I’m sorry I hit you.”
The sweet smile Wanda gives her is enough to make her ignore the smug look on Rio’s face. As she leans down again to give the blonde a proper kiss, a car pulls into the driveway and animated voices make their way up the porch. The front door swings open and three small bodies tumble through the entryway to the dining room, a chorus of greetings ringing out.
“You’ll never guess what happened at school!”
“Are those cookies?”
“Hi aunties!”
The triplets, dubbed by their babysitter due to their unshakeable bond and close ages, beeline to the seats closest to the entryway and happily begin munching on the plate of cookies. Jen and Alice walk in closely behind them, the shorter woman carrying the kids’ backpacks on her shoulders that she promptly dumps in a pile on the floor.
“Agatha, you're doing pick up tomorrow.” Jen sits opposite of the woman in question, looking her directly in the eye with her demand. Nat and Alice slide into the last two empty spots next to their wives.
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes, so you can give Shelby and her pack of dimwits a proper… talking to.” She glances at the kids, choosing her words in a way that seems more appropriate for their ears. Agatha nods in understanding, a sour look on her face at the mention of their competition.
The kids look back and forth between the adults. Ana swallows part of the cookie in her mouth. “It’s okay Aunt Jen, you can say Aunt Agatha is gonna kick their asses.”
Rio snorts but quickly schools her features in hopes of maintaining an air of authority, while Alice has to turn her head completely away from the table to hide her silent laughter.
Wanda gives her daughter a stern look. “One, don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s not polite. Two, that's your one word for the week.”
“But Mom,” the blonde girl whines, “it’s literally a body part. Plus, Ma says worse things all the time.”
Nat shakes her head. “Don’t drag me into this. You know your mother's rules.” Wanda shoots her a look. “Our rules.”
“Fine.” Ana huffs. “But Aunt Agatha would totally kick their butts.” Nicky and Zoey nod in agreement.
Agatha smiles at the girl. “Thank you for the confidence in me dear, though I’ll settle for winning this election. For now.”
Nicky grins at his mom. “That’s why Aunt Jen’s mad. They had election signs today.”
Agatha looks over to Jen. “What did the signs say?”
“Lies and propaganda.” Jen’s lips turn into a frown. Alice rubs her back attempting to soothe her wife.
Zoey shakes her head in disgust. “The worst part was all the grammar mistakes. I just think school representatives should be a little more put together.” Alice uses her free hand to rub her back as well.
“They had jokes on them.” Nicky chimes in again, still smiling.
“What kind of jokes?” Agatha squints suspiciously at him. The glee in his eyes is identical to the look Rio gets when she successfully creeps out someone she dislikes.
“Mostly witch puns.”
Agatha’s nostrils flair. “Oh, I am going to kick their asses.” Rio nods enthusiastically and Jen points a finger at her, as if confirming that was what she originally had in mind. Even Wanda looks like she’s on board for the sudden vote of violence.
“What happened to just winning the election?” Nat asks. Ever the levelheaded one of the group, at least more so than the others, she’s not quite sure why the witch jokes get under their skin so much. Everyone’s perfectly fine with being referred to as a coven, but draw the line at puns. “You have a much better platform and we’ve been canvasing the neighborhoods non-stop. You’re going to beat them.”
“I know, but now I also want to beat them physically.”
“Yes!” Ana claps her hands together in delight.
“No.” Nat looks over to Wanda for help. The blonde bites her lip, clearly wanting to side with her friend, but ultimately gives in to Nat’s pleading look.
“Nat’s right. We’ll hit them where it actually hurts. Their egos.”
Agatha rolls her eyes. “Fine, boring option it is.” Rio deflates, sitting back in her chair at Agatha’s surrender. Agatha pats her cheek affectionately. “Next time, my love.”
Jen crosses her arms and sits back as well, grumbling to herself. “The one time Agatha and I are on the same page and the one with actual anger issues wants to be civil.”
“I do not have anger issues.” Nat frowns.
“Like we need to relive two summers ago.”
“Two summers ago was 100% on Vidal.”
“Was not!”
“I have video evidence of your crimes.”
The kids break into giggles at their parents' antics, bringing a much needed sense of ease back to the room. After a few more minutes of chatting and catching up, the kids grab their backpacks and run upstairs, leaving the adults to focus on their work.
Rio sighs heavily, a deep frown on her face. Alice nudges her arm, a questioning look in her eyes. The older woman shrugs. “I just wish I could’ve watched Agatha hit at least one of them.”
Nat rolls her eyes and flings a discarded paper towel at Rio, hitting her square in the forehead. The other woman flips her off, earning her another paper towel to the face. The redhead’s chuckle turns into a hiss as Rio flicks her ear.
“Rio”
“Natasha”
The pair sit up straight, sheepish looks on their faces. “Sorry”
The night of the election the middle school auditorium is packed with parents. The room quickly fills with more people than ever actually attend the typical PTA meetings. After weeks of cutthroat campaigning from both sides, the parents of Westview are eager to see how the race unfolds.
At the center of the auditorium stage is a podium flanked by three chairs on each side. As the clock strikes 6pm, a short, older blonde woman walks up to the podium and clears her throat. A hush falls over the room.
“Hello everyone, can the candidates for PTA officers please make their way up to the stage.”
The six women take their seats, shooting each other tight, polite smiles that fool no one. Agatha keeps her strong gaze locked on the other Presidential candidate, blue eyes full of a blazing intensity. Wanda and Jen sit next to her, the three of them the picture of calm confidence.
“Perfect! Now we can get this show on the road.” The woman at the podium laughs and is greeted with silence from the crowd. “Okay then. For those of you that don’t know or just need a reminder, I am Principal Davis. I’ve been an educator for just over 40 years and I’m super excited to be here this evening!”
The sound of scattered clapping rings out from the audience.
“Thank you. Now, we’ll be voting for PTA officer positions tonight and in just a moment we’ll hear from the candidates for three out of four of the positions. Our current secretary ran unopposed and will be remaining in her position. Everyone give it up for May Parker.”
The woman stands from the front row of the audience and waves to the crowd. There’s more polite clapping and a single cheer coming from somewhere in the back corner of the room.
“Great! It’s time to hear from our candidates. Who wants to go first?”
Agatha shifts in her chair as if moving to stand, causing the woman she’s been locked in a silent battle with to leap out of her chair and stumble to the podium in a hurry. The woman flushes red as Agatha simply moves one leg over the other and maintains her composed face.
“Oh okay, looks like we have an enthusiastic taker.” Principal Davis gives an awkward smile and moves to stand at the far side of the stage.
“Uh, hi everyone.” The woman starts slowly, clearly thrown off. “I’m Shelby. Uh Harrison. I am the current PTA President.”
“Boo!”
Rio, Nat, and Alice are sitting halfway back in the audience near the aisle. Alice and Nat snicker as Rio lets out a second boo. A man in front of the trio turns to shush them and Nat sends a glare that has him immediately turning back around.
Shelby continues, clearly still flustered. “I’ve been the President of the PTA for the last four years. In that time I think I’ve done a pretty great job.” She pauses then quickly gestures to the two women sitting next to her empty chair. “We’ve done a great job. Together. And I think we can keep doing just that. Together.”
Agatha starts clapping, causing the audience to slowly follow suit and cutting off the woman at the podium. The brunette stands and makes her way over to Shelby, pulling her into a hug so she can whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to enjoy wiping the floor with you more than you enjoy pretending you pay your pool boy for his non-existent cleaning skills.”
Agatha pulls away, a fake smile plastered on her face as she takes her place at the podium. Shelby silently walks back to her seat, too overwhelmed to say anything.
“Hello, my name is Agatha Harkness, and I’d like to take a second to tell you a little story. This story is about a little boy. The sweetest boy there ever was. This boy recently finished fifth grade and, like so many others, spent the better part of his summer excited to see all the new things middle school has to offer.”
The audience listens with rapt attention, Agatha’s presence captivating the room.
“Now wouldn’t you know that boy’s school had a little open house towards the end of summer, and at that open house the boy found a club he was really excited to join. Sadly, it didn’t take long for his parents to realize just how neglected that club was. These parents were rightfully devastated. They spent their whole lives trying to do right by their son and it seemed like they were going to come up short in this category.”
Agatha pauses, wiping a non-exist tear from the corner of her eye.
“But what could they do? If the school didn’t have the resources to fully fund every club and sport, it was out of their hands. And it seemed just about every extracurricular in this school was severely underfunded. That is until they took a closer look. It became quite apparent two sports teams had more funding and resources than almost all the other extracurriculars combined. New jerseys and equipment every year. Charter buses to all their out of town games. Heck, even more coaches than they knew what to do with. Wouldn’t you know, those two sports teams happen to be the very ones that the children of our illustrious PTA president have been on for the last three years.”
Gasps erupt from the crowd. Shelby pales and the women next to her scooch their chairs away from hers.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I for one am tired of figures of authority abusing their powers. Out in the real world we have to deal with bullies and people throwing their weight around just because they can, but that’s not something that should happen here. I refuse to let my child, or any other child, face those kinds of injustices right here in our wonderful community. So, if you want change and a fair system, then the choice is clear. For someone you can always trust to have your back, vote Harkness for PTA President.”
Rio jumps to her feet and cheers, the rest of the auditorium following suit with a strong round of applause. Agatha bows her head, placing her hands over her heart in gratitude. When she turns back around to walk to her seat, she shoots Shelby and her lackeys a smirk.
The Vice President candidates are next to the microphone, Jen following Agatha’s lead and easily putting the current officer to shame. Wanda is last to the podium, her speech focusing much more on hard facts and numbers, but somehow keeping the audience's full attention.
Principal Davis takes her place back at the podium. “Well, wasn’t that just a hoot? I for one love seeing the passion in our candidates. Everyone please take a moment to fill out the ballots you were handed as you walked in. Our teaching aid will be around to collect them in just a few minutes.”
Wanda smiles at Jen and Agatha. “I think that went really well. I have a great feeling about this.”
“That’s the understatement of the century.” Jen grins, tilting her head towards the three women on the other side of the stage. They look utterly defeated, no fight left in their bodies. “I’d say we could still kick their asses, but by the looks of it it’d be like fighting a group of ghosts.”
“I have zero qualms fighting the dead.” Agatha shrugs, the devilish look still in her eye. “Though I guess that would make us sore winners in this case.”
“If we win.” Wanda says, attempting to sound humble.
“When we win” Agatha corrects.
Wanda smiles. “Okay, when we win.”
Less than an hour later Westview Middle School’s newest PTA officers and their wives pull up to a colorful house at the end of a cul-de-sac. The familiar faded sign in the front window comes into view as they make their way up the sidewalk, the cursive writing reading Lilia’s Tots. Just as they reach the front door, it swings open and their kids tumble into their arms. Their sitter stands in the doorway behind them.
Jen shakes her head. “I just don’t get how you always do that Lilia.”
“Call it my gift. A gal should be allowed to keep some mystery about her.” The older woman smiles and waves everyone inside, shutting the door behind them. “You’re just in time for dinner, everyone go wash up.”
As the group sits around the dining table, the parents share the events of the night’s meeting and the aftermath of the vote.
“So, Shelby starts screaming for a recount, waving her arms in the air like a possessed person.” The kids lean in, eyes wide as Rio animatedly moves her arms around. “Then, she accuses Aunt Nat and me of rigging the whole thing! Can you believe that?”
Ana looks at Nat. “Did you?”
“No, that’s not something I would do.” The knowing looks she receives make her chuckle. “Well, it’s not something that needed to be done because your mom and aunts were brilliant all on their own.”
Wanda gives her a peck on the lips.
“Then what happened?” Nicky asks, nodding at Rio to keep going.
“Well at that point, Principal Davis tried to step in and calm her down, but that woman was on a rampage. She came storming towards us, knocking over chairs and pushing people out of the way. She tried to take a swing at Aunt Jen.”
Zoey whips her head towards Alice. “Did you protect Mom, Umma?”
Alice smiles proudly at her. “You bet I did.”
“Not that I couldn’t have taken that scrawny woman, but I do enjoy seeing my woman in action.” Jen leans in to give Alice a quick kiss.
“So, then she was arrested or something, right?” Nicky asks eagerly.
Rio shakes her head. “You would think, but I guess the security guards had the night off. After Aunt Alice deflected her attack, she fell straight into the refreshment table. Completely wiped out and got covered in lemonade and chips. Now at this point I tried to be the bigger person and help her up, but she called Aunt Agatha a word that should not be repeated so I dropped her.”
Agatha smirks at the memory. “The sound she made was probably my favorite part. I love when you act chivalrous darling.”
Rio smiles. “Anything for you, my love.” She turns her head to press her lips to Agatha’s.
Nicky rolls his eyes. “Can everyone stop kissing and finish the story?”
The adults laugh at his exasperation.
Rio ruffles her son's hair before continuing. “Okay, okay. So, we all make it to the parking lot, and we think it’s all over at this point. Then suddenly, someone’s yelling at the top of their lungs and sprinting towards us. There wasn’t much time to react, but let’s just say Aunt Agatha took care of the situation. I don’t think Shelby will be bothering any of us anymore.”
Ana grins wide at Agatha. “You totally kicked her ass.”
Agatha nods. “I totally did.”
Wanda gives Ana a warning look, but the happy atmosphere prevents her from lingering on the moment any longer. Their meal continues, the group chatting about their day as they always do. After the table is cleared and dishes are washed, the triplets stand in front of the table of adults, clearly prepared to ask for something.
“We were thinking.” Ana stands between Zoey and Nicky, all three with their hands clasped behind their backs. “When something good happens to us you guys always celebrate it. We should do the same for you.”
Nat eyes her daughter with a playfully suspicious look. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
The blonde girl meets her mother’s gaze, identical blue eyes staring one another down. “You deserve only the best, and the most agreed upon best thing in the world is ice cream.”
Nicky and Zoey nod earnestly beside her, both of them attempting their best puppy-dog expressions.
“Hmm.” Nat puts her finger on her chin as if the request is taking serious thought. She looks over at the other parents. “What do we think?”
Rio purses her lips. “This is a pretty big decision. I’m not sure we’re qualified to make it.”
Alice nods in agreement. “I say we defer to the governing council.”
Jen leans in and whispers something in Agatha’s ear. The older woman nods, face a blank expression. The kids watch with bated breaths. “That is a good point, Vice President Kale.”
“Thank you President Harkness.” Jen grimaces slightly as if calling Agatha President hurts, but continues to play along.
Agatha turns to Wanda. “Treasure Maximoff, would you say we have the funds for this type of expense?”
Wanda twists her face into a serious expression and pretends to do math in her head. “Yes, I do believe we have room in the budget.”
The triplets cheer and run off to grab their backpacks and shoes. The parents slowly get up and make their way to the front porch where the kids and Lilia are exchanging goodbyes.
“Not coming with?” Alice asks Lilia.
She waves her hand. “No, you kids go have fun. I’ve got some leggings that need boxed up to get shipped tomorrow.”
The group makes their way to the cars lined up in Lilia’s driveway and climb into their separate vehicles.
Rio rolls down her window and throws a hand up to catch the other cars’ attention. “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” She throws the car into drive and takes off.
Alice peels out after her, followed by Nat.
As they come to a stop at a red light, Nat manages to edge out Alice for the spot next to Rio, forcing the third car to pull up close behind them. Alice throws her hands up in frustration, the pout clear on her face from Rio’s rearview mirror.
Nat rolls her window down. “That was cheating Vidal!”
Rio grins at her. “Not my fault your reflexes are slow.”
Agatha rolls her eyes. “This is a lot of talk for people going less than five miles over the speed limit.”
Rio gasps. “Babe you’re supposed to be on my side. Racing is more of a mindset than anything.”
“Whatever you say darling.”
“Are you talking shit?” Nat calls out.
“Yes!” Rio sticks her tongue out at the redhead.
Alice blasts her horn from behind them, waving a hand towards the sudden green light. They take off again, laughter filling the air as they make their way to their destination.
Agatha takes Rio’s hand and intertwines their fingers, letting the content feeling of the day wash over her. President Harkness might have a nice ring to it, but moments like these with her people are all that really matter.
Even so, she’s still glad to have beat the smug look off that woman’s face.