What Do You Want Us to Be?---Steve x Nat

Shared Life Experience

𝔽𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝕓𝚊𝚌𝚔; 𝟸𝟘𝟷𝟜.....

The ride had been relatively silent so far, Nat gazing out her window with a foot up on the dash relaxedly. Steve kept his focus on the road, only engaging conversation with her when necessary for directions or when she piped up. But it wasn't an awkward sort of silence; in fact, neither minded it, it gave them time to take a breather after the mall. But that also left to think of some things. With those thoughts going through her mind, she turned her head to glance at Steve, taking in his focused gaze, the set of her chin, how his shoulders held a subtle tension that took turns between easing and then tensing up again. She always noticed the little things about people, but she noticed it especially when it was Steve. It made her a little nervous to ask the question bouncing in her mind, not wanting to set him off or discomfort him in any way, but it was also the only way she knew how to test the waters with him.

"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" She finally asked him, after a few moments of silently studying him.

He glanced over, and shifted in his seat to be more comfortable. It was odd being in a car he wasn't used to, and that was on top of the fact that he was still a bit tense from the current state of things from the last few days. "Nazis, Germany....And we're borrowing; take your feet off the dash."

Nat gave him a small smirk, her green eyes glittering with that slight mischievous look, but she complied with the request--well, somewhat of an order--nonetheless. Another moment or so passed, and the redhead had yet another way that she dared to interrogate the patriotic blonde with his eyes on the road. "Can I ask you a question?"

Steve didn't respond verbally, instead glancing over at her again before training his gaze on the road and listening to her all the while. He wasn't usually one to be overly chatty in a circumstance like this, but with Nat he didn't mind. And it at least passed the time, helping him relax at least slightly.

"Which, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to." She continued. "I feel like if you don't answer it though you're kind of answering it, you know-"

"What?" He said to her, slightly impatient but not irritated. In a way it was a little amusing, but the nerves fluttering in his gut got the better of him and he wanted to know what she was getting at.

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" She smiled at him.

He shook his head slightly, looking out his window for a moment before focusing in front of him. "That bad, huh?"

"I didn't say that-"

"Well it kinda sounds like that's what you're saying.."

"No, I didn't, I just was wondering, you know, how much practice you've had."

He half rolled his eyes, smirking ever-so-slightly now. Damn her for having this effect on him, he thought to himself. "Nat, I don't need practice-"

"Everybody needs practice, it-"

"Look. It was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95. Not dead."

Nat held back a laugh as she turned away from him to look out at the road as they said nothing for a moment. "Nobody's special though?" She asked, turning back to him again.

He scoffed lightly, matching her amused tone, and his cerulean eyes darkened a moment as his mind thought of the one person he'd wanted to be with before he went into the ice...but he hid it as well as he could, not looking at Nat. "Believe it or not, it's kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience."