•The Wren• •Avengers•

XVI

Peter did in fact had a Polaroid. While getting it he also showed her to a room she could use for the night. So after many pictures of Matt laid across the lab table, in the ugliest gown she had seen yet, the girl was in her temporary room. A knock at her door pulled her away from sorting through her pictures.

"Uh, I was just wondering what a Polaroid is", Steve says from the door.

"I can show you some if you would like", she says with a wary smile.

"Really that would be so cool", Steve beams.

"Come on, I'll drive you somewhere with a lot of them", Matt says as she walks past him. Grabbing his wrist in one hand and clutching the pictures in the other she drags him towards the elevator. The ride down is filled with her rambling about the camera.

"Well they were invented in 1948, but weren't popularized until the 60s", she rants still holding Steve's wrist. Taking the opportunity he shifts his hand so that he can lace their fingers together. Almost immediately the girl blushes and looks at the wall in front of her. Steve stares down at his new soulmate in pure awe. At the parking garage the girl gets into the stolen McLaren while Steve gets into then passenger seat.

"Sorry about the mess", she says referring to the blood while flipping a switch she had attached to the dash.

"What's that", Steve asks pointing to the switch.

"Oh, it reroutes the power relays away from the start through a magnet", the girl answers distractedly as she backs out of the garage.

"Wouldn't that make it easier to steal", Steve questions with creased brows. With a smirk the girl sends him a wink that leaves him more confused.

"So where are we going", the man inquires while changing the subject.

"A place with lots of Polaroids I already told you", she jokes with a fake annoyed eye roll.

"Oh so that's how it is", he jokes back with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah that's how it is, when we get there I'll change and then show you the Polaroids", she tells him with a smile.

Sliding his hand across the console he slides it up her thigh to feel the hem of the mesh dress, "No offense, but what is up with the outfit?"

"Oh well we were at the club", she dismisses. With a hum of acknowledgment he lets his large hand settle on her thigh. It's just high enough that his pinkie brushes the hem of the short dress. In response Matt blushes intensely while trying to avoid eye contact.

After 20 minutes the two reach a building that is just on the brink of being rundown. Leading him inside the two walk up close to 6 flights of stairs. On the last floor there is only four doors, meaning these apartments are probably more expensive. The last door on the left, apartment 6D has a different door than the rest. While the others have a faded white this one is painted a stop sign red. When the door is unlocked and swung open the man steps in first while looking around. To left is a reasonable sized kitchen with a counter that overlooks an open living room. To the right is a small wooden dining table and three doors.

"Okay, the middle door is a bathroom. The one to the right is a guest bedroom, and this one is mine", she informs while opening her door. Inside the room is beautifully chaotic. Photos, drawings, and album covers completely hide one wall. The one opposite the pictures is full of windows that overlook the NYC streets. The wall to the right of the door has another door and shelves with small box shaped objects and a mirror across from the bed. The bed itself is in the center of the left wall with a mirror hanging above it.

"You can sit and wait", the girl recommends while pointing at the bed.

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