Out Of Time

eighty-three

After a little while on the road, Natasha started a conversation.

"Where did Lady America learn how to steal a car?"

"Nazi Germany," Y/N answered.

"Mm," Nat hummed.

"And we're borrowing," Steve said. "Take your feet off the dash."

Nat, looking directly at Steve, took her feet off the dash. "Alright, I have a question for you. Which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"

"What?"

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?"

"What?!" Y/N exclaimed, moving forward to be closer to them. "You two kissed?!"

"That bad, huh?" Steve chuckled.

"I didn't say that," Nat said.

"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying."

"No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had."

"You don't need practice."

"Everybody needs practice."

"No, you don't!" Y/N exclaimed. The two eyed her in back. "But I've also only ever kissed very experienced men."

"True," Nat nodded.

"But I am curious now, was that your first kiss since Peggy?"

"No. It was not my first kiss since 1945," Steve stated. "I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."

"Nobody special, though?" Nat asked.

Steve chuckled. "Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience."

Y/N rolled her eyes and muttered, "Not this again."

"Well, that's alright," Nat said. "You just make something up."

"What, like you?" Steve retorted.

"I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time. And neither am i."

"That's a tough way to live."

"It's a good way not to die, though."

"You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is."

"Yeah, who do you want me to be?"

"How about a friend?"

Natasha laughed softly. "Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers."

~~~

Y/N fell asleep half way there. She stayed that way until they arrived at the abandoned military base.

"This is it," Steve stated.

"The file came from these coordinates," Nat said.

"So did I." The three began walking around. "This camp is where I was trained."

"Changed much?"

"A little."

"This is a dead end. Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."

Looking around, Y/N noticed Steve staring at a building ahead of them. "What is it?" She asks, following him.

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks," Steve responded. "This building is int he wrong place.