"Who was she?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The girl...that you are trying to not think about right now, she must've mean something to you."
"She did...if it wasn't for her I wouldn...
After I managed to get the car started we took the long drive to New Jersey, a four to five hour drive with long awkward silences from Natasha and I made it longer. She was looking out the window with her feet propped up on the dashboard while I kept my eyes straight on the road trying not to think about anything else.
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"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha asked finally breaking the awkward silence between us as my hands slightly tensed against the steering wheel.
"Nazi, Germany. And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash." I ordered turning to her, she didn't protest as she lowered her feet then put them onto the ground.
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"Alright, I got a question for you, oh, which you don't have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?" Natasha asked with small stutters in between each word that she spoke, my blue green eyes turned to look at her as she was waiting for the okay.
"What?" I asked taking in a deep sigh turning my gaze from her to the road before me so I wouldn't crash the vehicle.
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"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" she wondered I felt my hand that was braced on the steering wheel slightly twitch but she didn't notice. I remembered kissing Private Lorraine all too well and the memory of that just made my stomach churn because she wasn't the one I wanted to kiss. I didn't feel like talking about this especially with Natasha knowing she would ask more questions about it.
