PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
Steve opened the front door of a truck and expertly hotwired it. Behind the wheel, he took charge of the vehicle, with Alice beside him and Nathasa in the back.
"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha inquired, her head peering between the front seats.
Steve took a deep breath, responding, "Nazi Germany. And we're borrowing it."
Natasha sighed, her tone shifting as she posed a more personal question, "Now I have a question for you two, which you don't have to answer. I feel like, if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know."
Curiosity brimming, Alice prompted, "What is it, Nat?"
The spy smirked, "Was that your first kiss guys?"
Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face growing even redder. He fidgeted with the steering wheel, avoiding eye contact with both Natasha and Alice.
Alice turned around to look at Natasha, "How do you know we kissed?"
"First of all, I taught you that trick," Nat answered proudly. "Second, I heard you kissing through the intercoms. I'm just wondering how much practice you had..."
"It was not my first kiss," Steve stated without averting his gaze from the road. "I'm 96 years old, not dead."
"Alice?" Nat prodded, "Come on, I need to know!"
Caught off guard, Alice met Nat's gaze with a guilty expression, unravelling the truth in a matter of seconds. "No, you didn't!" Alice's cheeks blushed even deeper. "Oh my gosh, you did!"
Steve, glancing at his best friend, questioned, "What did you?"
"Nothing..." Alice mumbled.
Natasha leaned in, enjoying the awkwardness she had just unleashed. "Oh, come on, Alice. Don't act so innocent. Loki, really?" She couldn't contain her laughter.
"Yeah..." Alice muttered.
Steve's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Loki? Seriously?"
"Actually, we did a lot more than kissing..." Alice whispered.
"What? When? How? When he took you in New York?" Natasha couldn't help but be curious about her friend's love life. She knew they liked each other, but Alice had never told her the details.
