Black Star: HYDRA War

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WHERE did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha asks, her feet propped up comfortably on the dash.

    "Nazi Germany. And we're borrowing, so take your feet off the dash." Steve swats her feet away, and she reluctantly puts them on the floor.

    "Told you you should've let me sit in front," you say cheerfully, shoving the baseball cap and sunglasses into your backpack. You still don't understand how they worked so well.

    "Alright, I have a question for you — which you do not have to answer," Natasha tells Steve. "I feel like if you don't answer it, though, you're kind of answering it."

    "What?" Steve says exasperatedly.

    "Was that your first kiss since 1945?"

    "Wait, hold on, did we all play the kiss card?" you ask.

    "I taught it to you, so you're the copycat," Natasha answers coolly, putting her feet back on the dash.

    Steve practically shoves her feet off. "Feet on the floor, Romanoff." He hesitates before adding, "The kiss was that bad, huh?"

    "I didn't say that."

    "Well, it kinda sounds like that's what you're saying."

    "No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had."

    "You don't need practice."

    "Everybody needs practice!" you shout gleefully. "Don't be ashamed, Peter does too."

    "I wasn't that bad!" Peter yelps, looking offended.

    "No offense, but if you didn't look like you're six, I would've thought that was your first kiss since 1945."

    "Okay, I take a lot of offense to that," he grumbles.

    "It was not my first kiss since 1945," Steve insists. "I'm 96, I'm not dead."

    "Can you drive when you're that old?" you question.

    "That depends, do any of you know where Wheaton is?"

    "I have Google Maps on my phone," Peter offers brightly.

    "I should've left you two with Stark," Steve groans.

    "Then you'd still be making out at the Pavilion Shops," you remind him. "And you still haven't thanked me for cracking that file open, y'know."

    "Let's see what's at Wheaton first. It could be a false trail."

    "Personally, I think you should have a little more faith in me."

    "I have a reasonable amount of faith in you. It's HYDRA I don't trust."

    You think that over for a second before shrugging. "Alright, fair."

    Your phone rings. You fish it out of your backpack, glancing at the contact name, which reads "father 🤗". The moment you press accept call, Tony immediately starts talking.

    "You're with Rogers, aren't you?"

    "Well, hello to you too, Dad," you say flatly.

    "Okay, so you are."

    "Fury gave the hard drive Natasha got on our last mission to Steve." That reminds you that Tony and the others have no idea about the truth of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Wait, Dad–"

    "If it's about HYDRA, we already know. As of now, all the Avengers are fugitives of S.H.I.E.L.D."

    "So you want me to come back," you say slowly.