Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Bon Jovi Girl Part 1.5

A/n: So I was doing math (least favorite subject) and I had this awesome idea for a continuation. Sorry, it's so short, but I have a lot of homework, so it's only a chapter that describes the road trip to Avengers HeadQuarters. I will be using famous rock bands like The Eagles, Journey, or Guns n' Roses. If you don't know the music, I suggest looking it up so that you have an Idea of what I'm talking about. Also, All Music Rights belong to them. 

You were looking out the window, listening to your music and watching as the hills slowly roll by. It had been about 24 hours since you started your trip and you still had a good six more hours to go. You were watching as a little blue bird zoomed past your window when one of your earphones got yanked out of your ear.

"Wha'cha listening to?" Natasha asked, putting on the earphone.

"Sweet Child O' Mine By Guns n' Roses. You probably wouldn't know it" You say yanking back the headphone. It wasn't that you didn't want her to listen to it, but it was your favorite song but the band. Plus you can't really listen to it without two headphones on. When the song ended, you gave the other headphone to Natasha who quickly snatched it.

"What's this song?" She asks looking at you puzzled.

"Geez...This is It's My Life by Bon Jovi" You say, "It's from the 1900's. Honestly, do you just like things that are ancient?" You look at her raising an eyebrow.

" Like what?" She questions.

"Tchaikovsky, The Oddessy, Steve...Oh did I say that aloud?" You smirk as her face grows red.

"I don't know what's worse. You calling me ancient or Nat liking the Oddessy" Steve says, his face slightly red.

"Is that seriously what you took from the sentence, Steve? The umm... tension between you guys is so high" You roll your eyes at them.

"You're one to talk, Miss. I deal with my ex by not talking to him." Bucky says, turning around to see you.

"Ok, that is not my fault. He is just annoying. Like honestly I'm surprised I haven't managed to hurt him yet" You say turning your eyes to the window.

"Wait you haven't punched him yet?" He asks surprised.

"Umm no. If I did, I could be sued for assault" You say. "I have some control unlike some people in this car" 

"Are you saying I have no restraint?" Natasha asks.

"Your words, not mine," You remark as she begins to mumble some not nice stuff in Russian under her breath.

" Eto ne priyatno, Natasha. Vy ponimayete, chto ya ponyal vse, chto vy tol'ko chto skazali." You remark. (That's not nice, Natasha. You understand that I understood everything you said.)

" S kakikh por vy govorite po-russki?" She asks, her eyes wide. (Since when do you speak Russian?)

" Otets papy, poetomu on nauchil menya," You say. (my father is Russian, he taught me).Bucky begins to laugh out loud while Steve just looks confused. 

" Kakaya natsional'nost' tvoya mama?" She asks you.(What is your mother's nationality)

" Kubinskiy. Ya kak opredeleniye kommunizma" You reply. (Cuban. I am definition of communism). She begins to laugh, while Bucky begins to tear up as he is laughing so hard.

" Ne pozvolyayte Stiva slyshat' eto. On kak samyy patrioticheskiy chelovek, kotorogo ya znayu." He says gasping for a breath.(Don't let Steve hear it. He is like the most patriotic person I know.) The three of you begin to laugh so hard, tears roll down your cheeks.

"Okay, guys spit it out. What are you laughing at?" Steve asks annoyed.

"You don't want to know, Punk. You don't want to know" He says finally calming down.

"Whatever, Jerk" He mumbles as he turns back to the road.