Mischief's Heir

City Lights

  "Where's yours," Steve asked as we walked around the parking garage until I finally saw my bike.

  "Right here," I smirked as he looked at me, and then at the bike.

  "The green one's my favorite, but there's two of us, and I doubt my five foot ten self, and your six two self would both fit on that one," I smiled as I climbed onto my bmw r1200rt, and started it up.

  "Come on Cap, I know how to drive, don't worry," I smiled as he grinned.

  "Do you want a helmet, or are you good," I asked as I held out my helmet, which I never wore anyways.

  "No, I'm alright," he said as he climbed on behind me. He was wearing one of Tony's old leather jackets that he literally wore once, and a light blue t-shirt with blue jeans that fit him perfectly, and a simple black belt that I snagged from Coulson.

  "Hang on," I smirked as I walked my bike backwards into the road of the garage, lifting my feet up so I could turn, and start driving towards the exit.

  "Any requests as to where first," I asked as I stopped when I got to the exit of the garage.

  "I don't really know what's around anymore so wherever you want to go," he said as I nodded, and drove over the bridge into the city. I missed the wind through my hair, the freedom I felt when I rode around. After what happened to Tony he didn't like the idea of me being alone so he drove me everywhere for the last year or so. Steve's arms were wrapped around my waist from behind as I drove through my favorite parts of the city. Tony brought me to Washington quite a few times through the years, so the city was just as familiar as Malibu.

  "Hang on a minute, I gotta run in here real quick," I said, as I pulled into the parking lot of a knife store Nat had said I should go to.

  "I'll go in with you," he shrugged as I nodded, and we walked in.

  "What exactly are you looking for," Steve asked quietly as I walked towards a glass case of daggers.

    "These," I smirked as I walked to the front and asked the cashier to open the case, handing me the daggers I was looking at.

  "Why do you need those?"

  "I'm hand to hand trained, not weapons or anything, I mean besides bow and arrow, and I can't control my- you know," I said as he looked at a pair of daggers in a different case.

  "You like those, don't you," I asked as he nodded slightly.

  "I had training from a good friend back in the 40's, maybe I could teach you," he suggested as I nodded.

  "I'd like that," I smiled as I grabbed a few strap holsters for myself, and a belt like Nat's, but had twin dagger knife holsters right at my forearm level.

  "I'll meet you outside," Steve said as I smiled, and he walked out the door.

  "I'll take both sets of these ones, and the black ones over there," I said, pointing to the ones Steve had his eyes on. They were nice, and I could admit that, they were simple silver daggers with black and blue marbled handles. Mine were a little different, slightly smaller than Steve's, but black handle with green marbled into it, and wide sides that pointed into a very sharp point. I paid for the holsters, and the knives as I slipped one carefully into my shoe like Nat had taught me. When I got there she helped me by taking my combat boots and putting a secret knife holster inside the boots for when I got them.

  "Hey," I smiled as I handed him a box that matched the colors of the ones he picked out.

  "Jess you didn't have to-"