• 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 • 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒂

CHAPTER XI - HIS NAME WAS MICHAEL

March 2014. 13:47. Mall. Washington D.C.

"mágoa"

(n.) a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions.

Third Person POV.

Sophia and Steve had been in the car for a little over an hour and a half now, already on the road to New Jersey where the location of the drive had told them to be.

They had spent the time between silence, small talk and the occasional comment here and there. Sophia had Jarvis make sure they hadn't been followed, at least for now, so everything was going smoothly. They had taken a car in the parking lot mall to be their transport but they had just borrowed it, apparently.

As they fell in a comfortable silence after a while, Sophia placed her feet on the dashboard and turned to look at Steve curiously with furrowed eyebrows as she bit her lip.

-Where exactly did the all righteous and up tight Captain America learn how to steal a car?.- Sophia asked funnily and Steve chuckled lightly.

-Nazi Germany.- He said as he shifted in his place. Sophia hummed in response and he continued to make a point, again. -And we're borrowing, so take your feet off the dash.- Steve said as he pointed his hand towards Sophia.

She sighed and took her feet off reluctantly. She considered asking her next question, but she hesitated. Was that a good time to ask it? Even when she knew the truth about it? More importantly, Sophia was not going to direct her question to recent events, she was going way back so she wondered if Steve would catch on to what she was talking about.

Before she could dwell anymore on whether she should ask or not, she just went for it, letting her mouth move on its own accord.

-All right, I have a question for you, which you do not have to answer if you don't want to.- She said as she shifted on her place and looked to the front to the road ahead. She shrugged. -But if you don't answer it though, I'm going to keep on pushing you until you do, so...- Sophia said, almost rambling and Steve turned to look at her, then back at the road.

-What?.- Steve asked, interrupting her, trying to hide the eagerness of his voice. He wanted to know, of course he did, but he also didn't want to sound too obvious because he had no idea what this question was about.

-Back then, at Central Park– Sophia said as she made a pause and then turned to look at him with a small tiny smile -Was that your first kiss since 1945?.- Sophia asked, wanting to know, but then, she didn't want to know.

She knew she shouldn't have asked the question, but it was at the tip of her tongue since a year ago, so she had no idea if this was even now a good time to ask it.

She saw the way Steve shifted slightly in his place and then how he gripped the wheel a little tighter. She was about to backtrack and tell him he didn't have to answer, when he turned to look at her. No matter how long she had known him, there was something about him when he looked at her like right now that she couldn't really pick up.

-That bad, huh?.- He asked as he turned to look back at the road. Sophia smiled softly and shook her head letting out a small chuckle.

-I didn't say that.- Sophia said. She never moved her eyes away from him. They traced every inch of his face, his perfect jawline, his defined cheekbones, his nose and the shape his lips stuck out, the pinkish colour they had and suddenly she wondered if he always had them like that or if it had been her chapstick.

The thing she liked the most about Steve, aside from his personality and his heart, was his eyes. They were a mixture between blue and green but also in the light they took a greyish colour.