Виолетта / ˈvī(ə)lət
violetta / violet
1. a stunningly beautiful girl. She's a sweet girl, but a feisty one, who makes sure she gets what she wants. She's a crazy being, that's fast, smart, and brave. She isn't afraid of anything.
2. a blueish-purp...
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DC Mall Washington DC, USA April 2014
The trio quickly walked out of the Apple store, and Steve's eyes immediately landed on the STRIKE team that was roaming the different stories.
"Standard tac team, two behind, two across, and two coming straight at us. If they make us, I'll engage, you two hit the south escalator to the metro."
Iola couldn't help but roll her eyes and Natasha gave him a swift look.
"Shut up and put your arms around us. Laugh at something I said."
Steve watched the two agents in front start to rapidly come towards them. When he hesitated, Iola lifted his left arm onto her shoulder, Natasha doing the same to his right.
The two agents walked straight past them. Steve couldn't help but throw a look over his shoulder once they passed.
"Why did that work?"
"Because Natasha knows what she's doing Rogers."
The three kept walking and stepped on the escalator. Iola didn't give herself time to relax, as her eyes settled on Rumlow who was coming up the opposite direction. Natasha's gaze followed soon after. She turned to Steve.
"Kiss me."
Iola nearly choked on her own spit.
"What?" Questioned Steve quickly.
"Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."
Iola began to sweat at Rumlow was drawing in closer, they were running out of time.
"Yes, they do."
Iola didn't give Steve the chance to react before putting her hand on the back of his neck and pulling his lips down to hers. Natasha pulled a mirror and lipstick tube out of her pocket and acted as if she was touching up the non-existent colour on her lips. It wasn't actually lipstick, it was a small retractable knife, just in case Rumlow recognised them.
Steve was tense, Iola could feel it in his posture. It couldn't be a quick kiss, they needed to wait until Rumlow had passed them, and Natasha gently kicked Iola's ankle as a signal. She didn't pull away right then and there, because Steve had just started to relax.
She pulled back and removed her hand from the back of his neck, his cheeks where bright red. Iola couldn't help herself, she let out a giggle when she saw his cheeks. Steve took a long look at her.
Those eyes, I know those eyes.
"You still uncomfortable?" Questioned Natasha, a small smile playing on her lips also.
"Not exactly the word I would use."
***
The journey was silent. Steve and Natasha shared small talk, but Iola was deathly quiet. When she saw where they were going, a splitting headache throbbed behind her eyes. Not even 5 minutes into the journey, she had drifted to sleep. Or what she thought was sleep.
