King of Hearts (A Steve Rogers x Reader Fic)

Chapter Thirteen

**This one is a bit short, but I realised the longer I make the chapters, the less chapters there will be... Because I will run out of plot quicker. So I am trying to keep them between 1500-2000, the last few have been 2000-3000 or more words lmao... anyway enjoy 

YN rested her head back on the head rest, her eyes closed and fingers tangled. They were on route to the warehouse, about twenty minutes out. YN could feel Sam's eyes on her, the jiggle of his leg slowly making YN go insane.

"Sam, stop moving your leg." YN muttered, trying to move away from the fidgeting man. They had split into two cars. Sam, Bucky, YN and Shuri in with Clint as he drove, and the others were about ten feet behind, Natasha making sure she held position at the rear.

"What was the go back there? I thought you and Nat got along." Sam asked, stopping his movements and turning to face YN, who still had her eyes held shut.

"We do." She replied bluntly, cracking her knuckles as she bit her inner lip.

"Then why were you so defensive?" YN rolled her eyes behind her lids before opening them, turning to glare at Sam.

"We can't trust anyone. You hear me? I don't want to go to prison because I made the mistake of relying on someone, again." Sam sighed, meeting Clint's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Or, she's repressing her true feelings-" Bucky started, grunting when YN leaned across Sam's body and thumped him in the arm.

"Bucky, another word from you and you may need a bionic face because I am going to pummel it in." Bucky's eyes widened, nodding his head before grinning.

"Feisty." He mumbled, biting back a laugh at YN as she deepened her glare. "Hey, Barton. How far out-"

...

"So, what's up with YN?" Natasha struck up conversation, keeping her eyes on the road as T'Challa and Steve swapped a look. "Thought she would have wanted to spend the car ride with her beau."

The two men froze, not really expecting Natasha's question. "Uh, YN and I aren't... We are no longer together." Natasha's eyes shot to T'Challa, her mouth popping open.

"Oh, I am so sorry... I didn't know." T'Challa smiled, looking over to the redhead from his place in the front seat.

"Don't be, there are no hard feelings. She had her heart in the right place, just with the wrong person." Natasha frowned, before realizing and nodding, looking into the mirror to give Steve a look.

Steve frowned, looking back at Natasha. "What?" He asked, leaning forward with intrigue.

"Who do we think the right person is?" Natasha bit her lip, trying to repress her grin.

"I don't know, who?" Steve responded, confusion settling into his features. Natasha raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. "What? Me? I don't think so." Steve laughed, holding his chest.

"You are an idiot, Steve Rogers." Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Before he could respond, the vehicle in front of them, that was carrying their friends, flew forward, a bomb igniting underneath the tail of the car.

"Shit!" Natasha shouted, slamming on the brakes as the car slid to a stop. The three occupants of the vehicle opened their doors, running to the car that was slowly being swallowed by flames. "Clint?" Natasha screamed, wrapping her hand in her jacket and reefing the door open.

Steve went to the opposite side, ripping the door off of its hinges and bending down to try and look in. "YN?" He called, anxiety crawling up his neck at the heat of their situation.