Anastasia Romanoff always looked up to her older sister, Natasha. Ever since they had left the Red Room and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. with the help of their good friend and partner, Clint Barton. Though, the two troubled young women never expected to join...
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Nat speeds around the corner of the road heading toward Steve after we inform him there's a new mission. It has been almost two years since we battled Loki and ever since, I've been on multiple little missions with my sister and the Super Soldier.
"I'm just saying," Nat is saying as she continues to speed down another road. "You should climb up that tree."
"Seriously, Nat," I say as I continue to apply my pink lipstick, looking at the sun visor mirror. "I've tried. He's harder to seduce than you think."
"Are you even trying?" She cocked an eyebrow at me.
"I don't try," I scowl. "But, for him, yeah, I'm trying," I close the cap to my lipstick just as we pull up in front of the Lincoln Memorial. I turn my head to the right, rolling down the window and smirking at Steve who is standing beside a man in a grey sweater. "Hey, fellas."
"Either one of you knows where the Smithsonian is?" Nat asks. "We're here to pick up a fossil."
"That's hilarious," Steve sarcastically says, walking up to the nice, black car.
"Oh, you're laughing on the inside, Cap," I chuckle, scooting closer to my sister so he can squeeze in.
"How you doing?" The man asks us.
"Great," I purposely lean across Steve's body, placing a hand on his left thigh to help myself support my extended out one. I feel Steve automatically stiffen underneath my grip. "Ana."
"Sam," The man shakes my hand.
"Nice meeting you, Sam," I flop back onto my seat, lingering my hand on Steve's thigh for a couple of seconds before removing it.
"You, too," He says before Nat is speeding off again.
I quickly glance at Steve, smirking at how flustered he is. I look at my sister, who is shaking her head, knowing exactly what I'm doing. I notice how close Steve's outer thigh is to mine, pushing me to move mine just a centimeter so they're touching. I catch him glance down at our legs but he doesn't move, only freezes.
"Comfortable?" I can't help myself from asking him.
"Uh, yeah," He clears his throat and nods.
~~~~~
"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star," Brock Rumlow says as we stand in the jet, flying over the Indian Ocean. "They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago."
"Any demands?" Steve asks the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
"Billion and a half," Rumlow answers.
"Why so steep?"
"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s."
"So it's not off-course," Steve points out. "It's trespassing."
"Lighten up, Capsicle," I say. "I'm sure they have a good reason."
