An Unstable City *On Hold*

California

Y/N POV 

I can proudly say that I slept through most of the flight. And I was surprised by how little Romanoff bothered me. I was expecting some kind of backlash for ignoring her the whole time but it never came. When I woke up to the loud voice of the flight attendant her eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of her. She was watching Goldfinger, one of the original James Bond films. 

"I love Sean Connery." I mumble as I stretch and grab my water bottle to take a quick sip and try to wake me up. 

"You do?" She raises an eyebrow at me and I nod. 

"Best James Bond there is." I answer and she smirks. 

"Want to watch it with me?" She asks, handing me a side of her earbuds. 

"Alright." I shrug and place it into my ear and my attention moves to the screen. 

"Why do you hate me?" She whispers, making me look at her. 

"Um... I don't?" I say quietly and she nods. 

"Alright." She shrugs again and I bite the inside of my cheek. 

"I used to." I look back at the screen, wanting this conversation to be over. 

"What changed?" She speaks again, bringing my attention back to her face. 

"The fact you're helping me. Though if anyone finds out and we end up being roommates... I hate you." I said and she laughed. A real laugh. The way her face brightened and her cheeks turned slightly rosy was something I wanted to see again.

"Deal. But if anything does happen... I'll get you out." She smirks and I roll my eyes, the sweet woman was gone and the crazy one was back. 

We started to descend and this was always my least favorite part. I started to bounce my leg up and down as my eyes were glued to the window, watching the ground quickly get closer to us. "You can always hold my hand." Romanoff offers and I glance at her. 

"I'm fine." I respond before eyeing the ground again. She shrugs and switches off the TV screen in front of her. 

As the ground gets closer and closer I reach out and grab onto her hand, holding onto it tightly. She doesn't react, she doesn't even look at me. All she does is run her thumb over the back of my hand as I squeeze. Before I know it, we've touched down and I instantly retract my arm, letting go of her.  

"You ever been to LA?" She asks as we stand up and she grabs a bag from above our heads. 

"Once. I hated it. Way too many people." I grab my own bag as we slowly shuffle off of the plane. I smile at the flight attendant as we pass and soon enough we are back out into the 'freedom' of the airport. 

"You live in New York City." She points out and I shrug.

"Guess I'm bias." We stop walking when we get to the bag carousel and my eyes flick around the airport. I've suddenly started to think about how much of a bad situation I'm in. I glance over at Romanoff who has walked further away from me to wait for her bag. I had gone from wanting that woman behind bars to this. I'm helping her escape for gods sake! And now I'm laughing at her jokes? She's a criminal. I'm a cop. We have rules that we must follow. 

My bag came out first so I hovered by the door for her to join me. Her hand rests on my forearm as she walks us outside and hops into a parked car. 

"Please say that this is yours." I plead when I get in next to her. 

"Uh... Of course." She smiles at me and I glare at her. 

"You're stealing a car right now? Oh my god." I cover my eyes with my hands as I lean back in the seat. 

"I'm just kidding. It's my sister's." She turns the engine on as we drive out into the busy LA streets.