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𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘛𝘸𝘰
I recommend listening to "The Winter Soldier" by Henry Jackman while reading the highway and fight scene of this chapter. Trust me ;)
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"Where are we going?"
"Can you stop?"
"No, I want to know where we're going," I continually poked Steve's bicep as he drove the car. Natasha was still passed out in the back seat and it was 7 in the morning.
We'd driven all night.
"We're going to see a friend."
He continued to drive us through the district until we came to a small-looking house. He parked the car and got out, the redhead in the back waking up at this point.
"Cute, this your girlfriend's house?" I gazed at the white exterior. Steve knocked on the glass door, it sliding open after a few seconds revealing a rather muscular, dark-skinned man.
Guess not.
"Hey man..." he sounded a little surprised.
"I'm sorry about this," Steve shook his head, "we need a place to lay low."
"Everyone we know is trying to kill us."
"Or kidnap and enslave in a brutal position of power," I finished.
The man looked between the three of us, "not everyone." He stepped aside to let us in.
The man who told me his name was "Sam" allowed us to wash up in his room. Natasha went into the bathroom down the hall, her being in much worse shape than Steve and I.
I slipped off Steve's flannel, leaving me in my black tank top and jeans. I'll be honest, his clothes weren't really my style, but I couldn't complain.
I grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it with soap and water, taking a seat on Sam's bed while Steve went into the bathroom.
I began carefully dragging the washcloth up and down my arms, making sure to get my neck and face. It felt good to get all that dirt off me.
I guess I didn't realize it at the time, but I had a pretty sullen expression on my face, and my mind was running at 100mph.
