Third in the Timeline series |
After being told she was the infamous Agent 4, that every S.H.I.E.L.D agent thought was a rumour, Clara decides to get back in the field. Her old boss, and presumed dead, Phil Coulson guides her as she reunites with ol...
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"Steve." Clara announced, breaking the silence at last, "I have to pee again."
Steve sighed from the driver's seat and kept driving. They'd, all five of them, been driving for hours to the rendezvous point where they had agreed to meet up with Sharon. Steve somehow didn't understand the concept of a getaway car and had settled on an original beetle. It was tiny. Steve was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat. That meant Bucky, Clara and Heather had to squeeze into the back seats. Clara sat in the middle. Heather had to practically shove her into the seat next to Bucky. There wasn't enough space for them all to sit comfortably...Clara was basically sat on Bucky's lap it was so cramped.
"I'm not stopping again Clara. It's only been ten minutes." Steve retorted and Clara huffed, "Besides, we're almost there."
Within a couple of minutes, Steve pulled over at the side of the road just behind another, much bigger, car. Steve slid out of the car and sauntered over to where Sharon was standing by the boot of her car.
"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky grumbled at Sam, squirming in his seat which in turn jostled Clara who was shoved into Heather's side.
"No." Sam retorted, equally grumpy as the rest of them. Although Clara couldn't tell why, he had enough space to sit down.
"Sam!" Clara snapped at him but it solved nothing. "Switch places with me, I have smaller legs." Clara muttered as she began the conortion to switch seats with Bucky without kicking anyone in the head.
Clara went to stand but couldn't without her head being squashed up against the ceiling. Instead she lifted herself over onto Bucky's lap who had to shift himself along the seat. Clara pushed herself backwards and hit her head against the side door. Her elbow pressed against the handle and the door flew open. Clara fell out of the car and onto the sidewalk, her legs remained trapped between Bucky and Heather. Clara didn't want to hesitate to haul herself back into the car and rearrange herself to sit in a more comfortable position but she saw something that she never thought she would ever see that made her freeze: Steve kissing a woman!
Steve and Sharon broke apart and smiled at each other. She hastily got back in her car after clocking the smirks from the car behind and drove off, leaving Steve alone in the road. He turned to head back to the car only to be met with smirks and nods of approval from all four of them, even Heather was surprised.
"No one say a word." Steve threatened as he got back in the car.
"About what?" Sam asked sarcastically. "About how you just had your first kiss since the 1940s?"
"Try first kiss ever." Bucky interjected making Clara laugh.
"Why are we fixating on me when Clara is literally hanging out of the car?" Steve protested, slamming the car door shut in indignation.
"I do weird things all the time," Clara chorused, hauling herself back into the car and shutting the door. "You never get kissed."
They set off again, off to the airport where the quinjet was being stored. They drove in silence. Steve was making surprisingly sharp turns that threw everyone on the back seat into each other so no one wanted to piss him off more. That was until Clara broke the silence.
"Steve." Clara said.
"I don't want to hear it, Clara." Steve said, "I've heard enough insults for one day."
They sat in silence for another couple of minutes before Clara opened her mouth again.
