Everyone's faces become luminated by the laptop screen's light the second it finally powers on. Without looking back at those who practically hang over your shoulder watching, you raise an open hand in demand," drive."
Natasha's quick to pass the item in question over, allowing you to plug it in before beginning to work your magic. Thanks to Hollie's password, there's no need for you to hack into anything. Granting you instant access to the data, you can immediately start tracking the location from where the information on the flash drive has been sent.
Due to her position in the middle of the back seat, you miss the way Natasha's eyebrow raises when you easily enter the system after a single attempt," that was quick."
You merely hum with disinterest," I'm no amateur."
"New Jersey?" Steve reads from one glance at the map you've pulled up.
Yet again, you hum, zooming in a bit to get a better look at the exact location. Wheaton, New Jersey...? It takes a moment to scratch the depths of your memories to find out why that particular area sounds so familiar. Hollie used to live in Alpine, but there was one reason for her to travel all the way to Wheaton.
"Recognize this place, Steve?" You lean the screen towards the soldier in question who reminds you just how old he is by the way he squints to see better. It almost makes you roll your eyes and crack a joke, but you refrain.
"Yeah, I do," without needing another word, he turns the keys in the ignition to start the engine and begin the long journey ahead of yourselves. It's best you all get going soon anyways. It's only a matter of time before someone calls in to report the stolen truck parked suspiciously in the shadows of an underpass.
"Somewhere important to you two I'm guessing?"
'Yeah', you think a bit too bitterly when Steve shakes his head.
"It's where my old boot camp was."
"It's also one of the original SHIELD headquarters...was anyways," you fill in, deciding to explain further once earning a confused glance from him," after you went under and the war ended, the camp was transformed into a base with the office hidden in an ammunition bunker. SHIELD used it for a few years before eventually upgrading to more modern facilities that weren't so dark and cold."
"You really know your SHIELD history, huh?" Natasha comments, staring at the back of your head as if all your secrets would suddenly be revealed to her. Of course, you can't blame her for looking at everyone twice especially given the current situation, but you fear even a brilliant spy like herself won't be able to find the impossible truth.
"You could say that," while she doesn't worry you quite yet, you don't like being stared at which turns your attention to Steve who's seemed pretty impatient this entire trip despite it really only just beginning," hey, where'd you learn to steal a truck? I thought you're supposed to be a righteous stars and stripes kinda guy; the 'do no wrong, Rogers'."
Of course, you know who taught him, but despite your effort of lightening the mood, he doesn't even crack a smile.
"Nazi Germany, and we're not stealing, we're borrowing."
"Oh~ Borrowing. Got it...Then how come you always get mad at me when I borrow your sweatshirts?"
"You have your own sweatshirts," finally you spot a slight turn to his lips.
"But yours are bigger and, like, super soft! Plus it's good practice being able to sneak into your room and see how long it takes you to notice your stuff's missing. Keeps you on your toes."
Even Natasha's smirking at this point," you know, usually people only steal clothes from their boyfriends. Are you guys sure you're not dating behind my back?"
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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Bucky Barnes x Reader
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