“That bad, huh?”
The irritation in his tone is real, the cause is not: Steve’s pretty sure he’s a
It’s just that this is getting
“I didn’t say that -”
“Well, it kind of
like that’s what you’re saying -”
“No, I didn’t, I just… wondered how much practice you had,” she says defensively.
But Natasha likes to circle around and come at things from the back side, letting you bring them up, and this, right now, is what she’s
Trying to set him up on a date had been pretty ridiculous even
he was on the run from one of the most powerful intelligence organizations in the world.
“I don’t need practice,” he grouses.
“Everybody needs practice -”
“It was not my first kiss since 1945,” Steve cuts her off, settling in behind the wheel, grumbling. “I’m ninety-five, I’m not dead.”
He doesn’t miss the suppressed smile on her face as she turns towards the window, and knows it for a sign of her affection that he wasn’t supposed to.
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