Killer Queen (Nick Fury/Avengers)

04. Road Trip Titties

I woke with a start. We were in the car, driving down the freeway with the music playing softly in the background. I squinted in the brightness of the sun and shielded my eyes, looking around.

"Good afternoon, princess," Fury greeted, far too loudly for my half-asleep brain. "I hope you slept well. There are some snacks in the back of you're hungry."

"Thanks," I mumbled. "I appreciate it. What time is it and where are we?"

"It's about noon," Fury replied. "We're in Nevada. We're almost to another rest stop."

I shifted in my spot and moved my seatbelt. "Fun. Anything fun happen while I was out?"

"No, sadly," Fury said. "You missed some Queen songs though."

"Aww," I said. "I love Queen."

Fury glanced at me. "Really? I wouldn't think you'd be a Queen fan."

I smiled at him, moving to face him better. "I'm an assassin, baby. Nothing is out of the question."

Fury smirked at me. "Baby, huh? I must have missed the first couple of dates."

I laughed, moving my seatbelt off my shoulder. "Who is to say that this road trip isn't a date, boo?"

Fury shook his head, chuckling. "Then I'll have to take you out again someday. This is a lousy first date because I have to track someone down."

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, such a buzzkill, right? Murder is such a killer."

He shook his head again, chuckling. We continued to joke around until we stopped at a gas stop. I went inside to grab snacks while Fury filled the car up. I returned to a full car with drinks and food. We got into the car and drove off.

After a while, I stretched, my shirt lifting. "Oh, how I'd love to change clothes."

"Go ahead," Fury said. "I'm not looking."

I laughed and unbuckled my seatbelt. I reached back to my bag and grabbed a bustier top with a pair of shorts. I slid off my pants and put on shorts. I felt Fury's gaze on me as I slid forward as far as I could to button the shorts.

I took off my shirt and started unzipping the bustier top. Once I was finished, I took off my bra. There weren't many people around to look at my uncovered titties except for Fury, who was trying his hardest to not look at my bare chest.

I wanted a few seconds until Fury glanced over. I grinned. "Like what you see, boo?"

Fury returned his eyes to the road, a stern but almost horrified look on his face. "I apologize. I didn't mean to."

I put on my bustier shirt and put on the straps. "Thanks for the apology but don't do it again unless you have consent. Can you zip me up?"

Fury reached over and helped me with my zipper. His fingers brushed against my back and I shivered, goosebumps spreading down my spine. I breathed in sharply and looked at Fury. His eyes lingered on me before looking away.

"Are you married?" I asked, shifting to lean against the door so I could see Fury soon. "A handsome man like yourself has to have someone."

Fury shook his head. "No, I have no one. I've been too involved with work and it wasn't a priority."

I tilted my head to the side. "You're pretty cute though. I'd hit it."

Fury bit his lip, his lips tucking up slightly. "Thanks. After we're done with this, I'm going to take you somewhere nice."

I moved a leg over to lay it on his leg. "I'd appreciate it, boo. I haven't been to dinner in a long time."

Fury grabbed my foot and dragged my leg farther across his lap. "I was thinking maybe sushi."

I waved my hand. "I don't like seafood. I want Mexican and that's final."

Fury rubbed my foot, popping my toes. "I'm down. We just have to get this over with."

I looked out the window. "Right. How much longer do we have?"

"A day at most," Fury replied. "It won't take long if we keep talking. Why is your seatbelt off?"

I played with the strap. "I took it off to change. I didn't bother putting it."

Fury smacked my thigh. "Put it back on. You don't want to go flying through the window."

I bit my lip, looking at him playfully. "What if I do? I got an agent with me."

Fury chuckled. "I don't know CPR, Miyamoto. That won't be too helpful, right?"

"I ain't putting it on," I said. "Not for a bit, at least. I'll be just fine where I'm at with my boo."

"Why do you call me that?" Fury asked. "I'm not your boyfriend."

"Not yet," I replied, looking at my fingers. "You never know what might happen." I raised my eyes, looking at Fury under my eyelashes. "The future holds many secrets."

Fury kept his gaze on me for a moment longer before looking at the road. "You are crazy, Miyamoto. You aren't really my type."

"Really?" I asked. "What's your type, boo?"

"Kind, gentle, caring, not an assassin," Fury said, looking at me pointedly.

I leaned forward, running my fingers down his arm. "I am gentle when needed and kind when I want. Just because I'm an assassin doesn't mean I can't be caring."

Fury grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Don't tease me, Miyamoto. I'm driving."

I pulled his hand closer and played with his watch. "There are not many people around and there's a shoulder. You never know."

"You're crazy, Miyamoto," Fury said.

"It's my job," I said, tilting my head to the side. "I am an assassin, after all. It's my job to be crazy and unlikable."

"That's not what I said," Fury defended.

"That's what you inferred," I shot back, throwing his hand away and pulling my leg back. "That I'm not likable because of my job."

"Miyamoto -"

"No!" I snapped. "Don't. Now do me a favor and shut up before I make you. I am a special type of person, after all."

Fury's gaze lingered on me before it returned to the road. After a couple of minutes, I rolled down the window and took off my shoes. I kicked my feet up onto the dashboard and crossed my arms. This was going to be a long day.