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THE QUINJET ENGINE is a continuous hum as we keep flight in the sky. Steve sits in the drivers seat, Nat in the passenger seat. I sit it in the back with Sam, playing an ongoing game of go fish. I am winning.
"Got any seven's?" Sam calls out, studying me.
"Go fish," I lazily answer. "Got any two's?" Sam groans handing his cards over. I snicker. "Got any five's?" Sam hands over the rest of his cards.
I win.
"I'm telling you Sam, you can't win against her. She specializes in reading body language," Steve says from his spot in the pilot's seat.
"Yeah, but I didn't think she was that good. No offense."
"Hey!" I say, "offense." Sam shrugs. I roll my eyes, leaning over in my seat to slap him on the arm.
"Ow!" He whines, cradling the hit arm.
"You two, behave. We're almost there." Steve tells us sternly. There as in Queens, New York. Where the infamous Spider-Man lives. Peter Parker.
I had kindly requested to Steve to let me visit him. And by requested, I mean beg and bother until he agreed with me.
I stand from my seat, walking up to the back of my boyfriend's chair. I check our coordinates, seeing where we are and how long we have left.
"Whatcha doing, Charlie-girl?" Steve doesn't look up from his controls, but does lean back into his seat to get closer to me.
I put my two hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles underneath his civilian clothes. He wears a light blue button down long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His jeans don't match his shirt.
I was wearing a similar colored shirt with a leather jacket over it. My pants actually matched my outfit.
"Just coming to visit," I whisper lowly in his ear. He leans into my touch. "Steve, watch where you're flying." I instruct as I notice him leaning the wheel with his body.
He shakes his head, shaking himself out of his thoughts. Steve sits up and down, readjusting himself. I smirk down at the man.
Squeezing his shoulder one last time, I make my way back to my seat.
