The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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"Oh my god, Steve."
Natasha laughed as he nearly spilled their drinks in his lap as he tried to shift the car into drive with one hand and held the cups in the other. She quickly leaned over and took one of them as he pulled away from the drive-through window and settled back into her seat.
She brought the cup to her lips, and he looked at her as he took a drink from the one in his hand. "I don't know if you'll like that one." He smirked as she took a tentative sip.
She tried not to make a face, but she was fairly certain he ordered black coffee with something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She knew how he liked his coffee, and she was the complete opposite with a sweet tooth.
"This is terrible..." She mumbled, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Here." He laughed, switching drinks with her. "You'll like that."
She took a sip of the steaming coffee and sighed as the sweet, delicious cream touched her tongue. "This is good." She hummed. There was something about him drinking from the mug she just had, his lips touching where her mouth had just been. She was embarrassed at the way her stomach twisted and her heart thrummed by something so simple. She was grateful he was focused on driving and did not see the way her cheeks flushed.
They were on their fourth mission as partners and had found themselves with extra time on their hands. Fury had yet to give them the clearance to carry out the strike on the terror organization operating in Arizona and in their free time, Steve was determined to show her 'American culture.' He'd taken her to Starbucks, but she didn't have the heart to tell him they had the coffee shop in Russia as well. She enjoyed spending time with him since the night they promised not to argue as much as they used to. So far, they'd both kept their word, and it was easier than she thought it would be.
He was very likable when she wasn't trying to find reasons to hate him.
"Maybe we could hand out free drinks to the terrorists and talk them into putting the handcuffs on." He joked as he pulled out onto the main road and continued to the highway. They had a long drive ahead, but he didn't think it would be so bad with Natasha by his side and the radio playing softly in the background. Arizona was beautiful with mountains and sandy plains stretching as far as the eye could see, but he couldn't seem to stop looking to his right.
"I probably have tranquilizers in my bag we could slip into their drinks." She smirked at the idea.
He laughed.
It was hard to look left when she was beside him, her knees tucked underneath her as she leaned towards him. He tried to keep his eyes on the road as she thumbed through files, but it was hard not to look at her to admire the soft arches of her face and red hair that seemed to glisten in the sunlight. As time wore on, he could tell her mind was starting to wander. "You should take a nap or something. I know you didn't sleep well last night." He said, breaking the silence between them. He was glad it wasn't awkward anymore.
