"No fucking way!" Hobbs, Deckard and Katrina said in unison.

"I'm not working with this guy. I've been there, done that," Hobbs said.

"The minute he gets involved, you can kiss goodbye to any finesse because She-Hulk here only knows how to smash," Deckard shot and Katrina smacked his head for the sexist comment as she sat down.

"And I am not in the mood to play mediator between these two every time they decide to have a pissing contest!"

Katrina blocked out the rest of their bickering as she rubbed her temples feeling a headache coming on.

She was only brought back into the conversation when she flinched as Hobbs threw a chair against the glass wall.

"Me and you? Us? I've been down this road. Total waste of time," Deckard said.

"For once, I couldn't agree with you more."

"Yeah? Well, I'm doing this my way. And if anyone's got a problem with that, I suggest you come out here and stop me," Deckard said to the two CIA agents sitting outside the room, two agents who both shook their heads furiously.

"Smart lads," Deckard said before his wife stood.

"I won't just stop you. I'll kick both your asses through that window, and I'll find Hattie myself, seeing as both of you can't go two seconds without seeing whose dick is bigger!"

She stormed out of the room, and safe to say that all the men were a little scared of her in that moment, but Deckard was the only one with the guts to follow her out as they went to go find their sister.

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The drive over to Hattie's apartment had been silent, Katrina still slightly peeved with Deckard from being more concerned with beating Hobbs than his sister's wellbeing.

They'd then broken into her apartment, only to find all entrances rigged with an explosive tripwire, C4 and a hand-grenade.

Deckard then checked her armoury stash while Katrina tried hacking into the secret computer Hattie had attached to her kitchen counter.

"Thank you," she said to Deckard who had placed a chair behind her so she could sit as she tried to crack Hattie's password, something she got easily considering it was her sister's favourite grift when they were younger. The Bon Jovi, the riskiest grift of them all, the one you had to go through with no apologies; their favourite song.

As Katrina was going through Hattie's files, it was then that they'd heard the MI6 men sneak in, Deckard turning to face them as he shielded his wife with his body.

"You want us to freeze?" he joked.

"Let me see your hands, both of you," one of the men answered.

"Ok, but you're not going to like what's in them," Katrina said as her hand curled around the handle of the shotgun hidden under the computer desk.

Katrina stood, pushing Deckard behind her as she fired at the two men, Deckard knocking out another two with their own weapons.

Katrina shot two more as Deckard flipped another one into a table.

Once she was out of shells, she smirked at the two men that came at her, slightly worried at the sound of crashing glass that she heard behind her.

She kicked the first man back before shoving the butt of the shotgun into the face of the other, and then connecting it to his temple and sending him crashing to the floor.

The first man came running at her again as she manoeuvred herself around him, ending up sitting on his shoulders as she used his own arm to strangle himself.

"You alright over there, Decks?" she called as the man struggled to shake her off.

"Peachy," he called back as he began whaling on a guy with a showerhead as Katrina had her back slammed into the wall, the man knocking her off him as he gulped air.

"That wasn't very nice," she pouted as she rose to her feet, colour coming back to the man's face.

"I can be a whole lot meaner," he said suggestively, and Katrina's pout turned into a look of annoyance.

She ran at the man, sliding through his legs before sweeping his feet out from under him.

Pinning his body to the floor, she broke his jaw with three swift punches to the face before finally snapping his neck.

"Unless a woman says yes, she doesn't want to sleep with you," she spat before making her way over to Deckard who was half soaked and holding a grenade.

"I need a new suit," he frowned as he made his way over to his wife who gave a nod of agreement as her phone beeped.

"You can change on the way. Hobbs has Hattie."