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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? )
[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? )
[OOC: Open for calls!]
