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heroic_jawline) wrote2017-05-21 06:09 pm
heroic_jawline) wrote2017-05-21 06:09 pm
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I-95N, heading to New Jersey, Sunday evening
After doubling back to the hospital, retrieving the flash drive (and yelling at Natasha, still at the hospital, for having already retrieved the hard drive...apparently Steve's stealth-work needed, well, work), tracing where the flash drive came from and avoiding Rumlow again, that taser-wielding asshole, Steve and Natasha were now on their way to New Jersey. Ugh. New Jersey. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to dwell overly much on the...diversion...Natasha had inflicted in order to make sure Rumlow didn't notice them.
"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha finally drawled, smiling over at Steve.
"Nazi Germany," Steve replied. "And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash."
Natasha moved her feet. "Alright, I have a question for you, of which you do not have to answer," she said. "I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"
Steve had a bad feeling about where this conversation was heading. "What?"
"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" she asked.
"That bad, huh?" Steve said wryly.
"I didn't say that," she replied.
"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying," Steve said as his mind whirled. Maybe that was why he and Tony had been doing the dance of aggressively not talking about that kiss that night? Was he terrible at it?
"Nobody special, though?" she asked, watching his face. He wondered what he might be giving away.
"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience," he said, chuckling.
"Well, that's alright, you just make something up," Natasha said airily.
"What, like you?" Steve said, sounding a little harsher than he'd meant to.
"I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I," she said.
"That's a tough way to live," he said.
It's a good way not to die, though," she countered.
Steve drove in silence for a while as his mind sorted through the events of the last day: Fury, Pierce, Rumlow, Natasha last weekend on her own assignment...and finally said, "You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is."
"Yeah," Natasha said with a small smile."Who do you want me to be?"
"How about a friend?" Steve asked earnestly.
"Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers," she said, smiling in reply before turning back to the kiss. "And no, I didn't say you were bad at it. I just wondered how much practice you had."
"I don't need practice," Steve said, frowning at the road.
"Everybody needs practice," Natasha said.
" It was not my first kiss since 1945," Steve finally huffed. "I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."
He glanced down at the console and made a face. "There's no way I'm getting back to teach class tomorrow. I need to call Tony and let him know."
If Natasha's eyebrows arched up slightly at a transition from kissing to Tony, Steve didn't notice it.
[OOC: Open for calls!]
"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha finally drawled, smiling over at Steve.
"Nazi Germany," Steve replied. "And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash."
Natasha moved her feet. "Alright, I have a question for you, of which you do not have to answer," she said. "I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"
Steve had a bad feeling about where this conversation was heading. "What?"
"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" she asked.
"That bad, huh?" Steve said wryly.
"I didn't say that," she replied.
"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying," Steve said as his mind whirled. Maybe that was why he and Tony had been doing the dance of aggressively not talking about that kiss that night? Was he terrible at it?
"Nobody special, though?" she asked, watching his face. He wondered what he might be giving away.
"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience," he said, chuckling.
"Well, that's alright, you just make something up," Natasha said airily.
"What, like you?" Steve said, sounding a little harsher than he'd meant to.
"I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I," she said.
"That's a tough way to live," he said.
It's a good way not to die, though," she countered.
Steve drove in silence for a while as his mind sorted through the events of the last day: Fury, Pierce, Rumlow, Natasha last weekend on her own assignment...and finally said, "You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is."
"Yeah," Natasha said with a small smile."Who do you want me to be?"
"How about a friend?" Steve asked earnestly.
"Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers," she said, smiling in reply before turning back to the kiss. "And no, I didn't say you were bad at it. I just wondered how much practice you had."
"I don't need practice," Steve said, frowning at the road.
"Everybody needs practice," Natasha said.
" It was not my first kiss since 1945," Steve finally huffed. "I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."
He glanced down at the console and made a face. "There's no way I'm getting back to teach class tomorrow. I need to call Tony and let him know."
If Natasha's eyebrows arched up slightly at a transition from kissing to Tony, Steve didn't notice it.
[OOC: Open for calls!]