When I'm angry I'll do
anything to prove that I'm still in control.
Sneak upstairs and
drink all of the whiskey.
Bang my head on a corner
till there's a screaming bump
on my forehead for me to try and hide
once I'm calm again.
Run into the street at
3 am just because I can.
Because I want to say,
look at this ruin
and my two guilty hands.
All of my mess belongs to me.
There's nothing left for anyone to pick at.
"Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?" Natasha asked, tilting her head at the man while Melora sat up from the back seat, groggily scratching her eyes and letting out a yawn.
"Nazi Germany," Steve replied and Melora let out a laugh, she remembered it quite well. He didn't like doing it. "And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash." Natasha did as told, amusement clear on her face.
"Alright, I have a question for you," she said, glancing to Melora before back at Steve. "Which you do not have to answer. I feel like, if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"
"What?" Steve asked, simply wanting to get to the point.
"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" Natasha smugly asked, making Melora let out a laugh from the backseat.
"That bad, huh?" Steve asked, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them.
"I didn't say that," Natasha replied.
"You two kissed?" Melora asked in her most intrigued voice, glancing between them in her best teenage fashion.
"For cover," Steve clarified. "And it kinda sounds like that's what you're saying."
"No, I didn't," Natasha spoke with a coy smile on her lips. "I just wondered how much practice you've had."
"You don't need practice," Steve retorted.
"Everybody needs practice," Natasha said matter-of-factly.
"She's right, Steve," Melora chuckled. "Practice is needed."
"It was not my first kiss since 1945," Steve said, glancing back at Melora because she already knew that. Taking him clubbing had been one of her greatest pleasures in life. "I'm 95, I'm not dead."
"Nobody special, though?" Natasha asked, making Melora laugh.
"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience," Steve huffed and Natasha grinned.
"Well, that's alright. You just make something up," she shamelessly said, shrugging while Melora scrunched her nose.
"Only goes so far."
"You've had plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends," Natasha said, shaking her head.
"Yeah, but that also means nobody lasted for very long," Melora let out a deep sigh, falling back in the seat and crossing her arms over her chest.
"The truth is a matter of circumstance," Natasha tried again while she shook her head. "It's not all things to all people, at all times. Neither am I."
"That's a tough way to live," Steve said, for once taking his eyes off of the road.
"It's a good way not to die, though," she replied.
"You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is," Steve replied and Melora scoffed.
"You can tell by people's eyes whether you should trust them or not," she said, making Steve glance at her while Natasha kept looking and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm 1800 years old, you pick up a few shortcuts along the way."
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FanfictionA cage is still a cage. No matter how golden. For some people, the taste of freedom lingers on their tongue from when they're born. At times, Melora wondered if everything would have been easier if she had been born a different way. If she was not...
