Summary:
A small team leave to investigate where the tracker has lead them. Who is the person in charge of the seige on Avengers Tower. Find out. (Also camping i guess.)
Notes:
This chapter took a bit longer than others. It average length. But I've laid out a couple other stories, so I know what's coming next, so hopefully I'll be able to get them out faster. But, just as a warning, I'm starting university work next month, so check in on my tumblr account to see if that will slow me down or not. And go there for regular updates and stuff.
Oh and please feel free to suggest fic ideas, for practice. I'm trying to improve as a write, and I've clearly got a long way to go. And leave any questions for the interviewer to ask Steve and Natasha.
“So a lot of people know about the Stark-Rogers family tradition of camping. But I think all of us would like to know when it first started. So, What started the tradition of camping?”
Natasha sucks in her breath as she leans to the side.
“An argument.”
“Barely an argument.” Adds Steve.
“Right, but the camping is an important family tradition.”
“I, didn’t expect it to be. But, The whole thing is really important to me now. At first I agreed to go camping to prove a point. Steve kept saying is was a great way to get away. Feel like the world belonged to you, and get away from all the tech…”
“Is that why you go?”
Natasha pauses a bit, and Steve looks puzzled.
“No.”
Steve seems a bit taken aback.
“I go… Because it makes it feel like Steve and I are the only two people in the world. He’s the only person there. And, I love it. I get to have him completely to myself… That’s why I love it so much. Somehow it always remind me of how important he is to me.”
Steve smiles gently as he strokes Natasha’s hair.
“Is it really okay for you to be here without your bodyguard?”
The plane shook ever so slightly. Light barely peeking it’s head round the clouds and various mountains. Widow rolled her eyes, and Natasha opened her mouth to speak.
“Yes. This is purely scouting. If we do find something, we’re not going in. We’ll look around, and then report back.”
“Still don’t see why you have to come.”
“Because I wanted to.”
Steve nodded his head knowingly.
“All right, we’ll be touching down a few klicks away from the coordinates.”
Natasha stood up from her place across from Steve, and took hold of one of the straps above. She paused for a moment, then slowly lifted her index finger quizzically.
“A klick is a kilometre.” Steve answered before she could ask.
“I knew that.”
The plane slowed, and set it’s self down. Hawkeye and Widow made their way out. Steve got up from his seat and quickly grabbed a vest, and handed it to Natasha.
“I know it’s just a scouting mission, but, just in case.”
“I don’t need this relax.”
“Natasha.”
His tone wasn’t demanding, it was his usual stern dad voice that he liked so much to use with her. She took it none the less, and put it on. They stepped out into a misty forest. A gentle yolk colour began to rise over the mountains.
