Freydis sat silently in the backseat of the truck Steve had hotwired. Steve drove, one hand on the wheel. Natasha was sprawled out in the passenger seat, her foot on the dash. Freydis watched out the window contently, absentmindedly rubbing her sore leg.
"New Jersey?" she asked as they sped past a welcome sign. Natasha hummed, nodding her head. Freydis slid into the middle seat in the back , sticking her head between the two seats in the front. "Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Freydis asked. Natasha grinned as she also rolled her head to the side to look at Steve.
"Nazi Germany," Steve answered, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Same," Freydis snorted, "minus the Nazi." She flopped back into her seat lazily, "kinda." She groaned as she stretched her leg out across the seats, leaning against the door and closing her eyes.
"And we're borrowing it," Steve sighed, ignoring Freydis's remark, "take your foot off the dash." Natasha snorted as she slid her foot down.
"All right I have a question for you," Natasha said, looking over to 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 butted in, looking over to Natasha. She grinned over at him.
"Was that your first kiss since nineteen forty five?" she asked with a smirk. Freydis's eyes shot open, she quickly sat up, daningling her head between the seats.
"You kissed?" Freydis questioned in a bewildered tone, her nose scrunching up as she looked between them. Steve pursed his lips together.
"That bad huh?" he muttered, his eyes glued to the road.
"I didn't say that," Natasha responded smugly. Freydis fake gagged before flopping back into her seat.
"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying," Steve chuckled, his eyes turning up to the rear view mirror to check on Freydis who was still pretending to gag in the backseat.
"No, I didnt. I just wondered how much practice you've had," Natasha uttered, rolling her head to look out the passenger side window.
"You don't need practice," Steve argued.
"Everybody needs practice," Natasha teased, looking back to Steve.
"It was not my first kiss since nineteen forty five," Steve sighed in defeat, "I'm ninety five, not dead."
"Nobody special, though?" Natasha continued to pester. Freydis groaned from behind them, earning two large grins from the Avengers sitting in front of her. Steve chuckled.
"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience," Steve said, turning his gaze to Natasha before returning it to the road.
"Preach," Freydis snorted from the backseat, now completely sprawled out across all three seats, her arm lazily tossed over her face. Natasha's eyes snapped up to the rear view mirror.
"Well you don't have to worry about that because you're not allowed to date until you're thirty," she chided. Freydis grinned from under her arm. Steve laughed quietly. "You just make something up," Natasha chirped, returning her attention to Steve.
"What, like you?" he asked.
"I don't know," Natasha snorted. "The truth is a matter of circumstance. It's not all things to all people, all the time. Neither am I."
"That's a tough way to live," Steve said genty, looking at Natasha, his eyes flickering to the rear view mirror to check on Freydis.
"It's a good way not to die, though," Natasha whispered back, a sadness behind her eyes.
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The Titan {Pietro Maximoff x Reader}
FanfictionFreydis Ward has been fighting her entire life. Taken by HYDRA as an infant after her parents' assassination Freydis grew up being trained and experimented on in hopes of being Wolfgang von Strucker's first successful Titan experiment. She is given...
