*Natasha teaching Peter to drive and taking Y/n along for the ride*
Natasha: That's a pothole. To the left!
Peter: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*
Y/n, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.
Peter: I don't think that's how the song goes.
Natasha, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.
Peter: Country Roads.
Y/n: To the place.
Peter and Y/n in unison: I Belong!
Natasha, crying harder: What the fuck?














