Don't Forget Me

20

"Thank you Sam, I don't know how I could have done this without you." Steve said shaking Sam's hand.

"I'm sure you could have handled it," Sam answered with a smile.

"Who'd I have to keep me in check?"

"That gorgeous lady sitting in your front seat for starters." Sam replied with a nod, I saluted him from the car. "You two stay safe out there. And check in every now and then. You know I still got a guest room, if the world's still after you,"

"We will Sam, I can't thank you enough."

"Don't mention it Steve. I'll see you two soon." Sam and Steve did their manly hug before Sam disappeared into his home.

Steve walked back to the car and as he got in he sighed before he said anything. "Cleveland?"

"Yeah, let's go." I answered putting my feet up on the dashboard just to annoy him. It took almost thirty minutes before he said anything.

"You know this isn't your coffee table." He mentioned clearly amused, he had a teasing look in his eye.

"Your observational skills are getting better." I said with a smirk. I took my feet off the dashboard and planted them on the floor.

"You think you can still make a spy out of me?" He joked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. I touched his leg grabbing his attention. His gaze shifted to mine and back to the road.

"That was never the intention." I answered him honestly. "I never want you to become something you're not. I just wanted to better equip you." Steve intertwined his hand in mine.

"Plus, you're a terrible liar." I smiled

"So I've been told. I guess it's a good thing I've got you then huh?"

"You're lost without me Rogers. Like a lost puppy."

"I'd be a Labrador." He answered making me laugh.

"No, you'd be a Golden Retriever."

"What'd you be?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"If anything you're a cat." He said looking at me. I dramatically gasped at his comment.

"You know how I feel about cats!" On the list of domestic animals, dogs were at the top. I loved them, my grandparents had two when I was growing up.

"They can be cute. I like them."

"But they aren't dogs."

"Look who's observational skills are shining now."

"Wipe that smirk off your face Steven Rogers," I warned with a smile reaching over to turn on the radio.

"Who's responsible? Maybe we don't know how this mess started, but there needs to be action. Where are they now? Where is she now?" The man on the radio said. He had a generic radio voice, the type you hear in everywhere. Why was the radio even tuned to AM stations? My thumb hovered over the FM radio button before it froze.

"Can we talk about Anna Smith, for a second?" The man on the radio began. I tensed up and so did Steve. "The public deserves to know about her, well what little we know of her."

"There's some estimated reports that she's killed more than 80 people in the last century.
And those are just targets who knows how many have fallen–" Steve turned to a different channel.