Steve was driving the truck with Yelena in the front passenger seat. Y/N was in the back with Natasha's head resting his is lap. He was driving them to the only possible safe house he knew about.
Yelena was thinking about how Alfred was her grand uncle, her only blood family member that was alive. She looking in the right side mirror at Y/N as he was moving a strain of Natasha's hair out of her face. She wondered if Y/N knew.
"How is she?" She asked.
"Just sleeping," Y/N said. "She's going to be okay from what I can tell."
She then decided to ask. She had to know. "Did you know about Alfred being related to me?"
Y/N now wished that his glasses didn't break that way the two of them could talk right then and now instead of the needed conversation being dragged out.
"I did-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with her Russian accent coming out a little.
"Because the only proof we had was a picture that Alfred had of you as an infant and that she had the same name as you. It doesn't exactly hold up in a court of law," Y/N explained. "Also he asked me not to. Without the proof, we'd just sound crazy."
"For what it's worth," Steve added after a moment. "I didn't know about either parts about Alfred."
"He's 89, but he looks 60," Y/N added. "I figured that something was up, but trusted him so he didn't have to tell me what it was."
Natasha then quickly sat up and looked around as if she thought they were captured.
"We're okay Tasha," Y/N told her.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"A safe place," Steve told her. While being unconscious, she did hear the conversation between Y/N and Yelena just now and figured that things were okay right now.
She then put her head back on Y/N's lap as he leaned his head on the back arc of the truck's window frame.
"Well," Yelena said. "If we aren't going to talk more, I'm putting on the radio. It's too quiet."
Yelena hit the button for the truck's radio as her song started. American Pie by Don McLean.
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
Y/N then started to whisper the lyrics of the song as Natasha noticed. She smiled a little remembering the few good times in her life and, how most of them as of last surrounded the man that she was using for a pillow.
Steve looked at Yelena for a quick moment, seeing her lip-synching to the song. It made him smile.
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
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