The funeral ended, and everyone was leaving the graveyard.
"Steve." Natasha called.
He turned around and faced Natasha, who was smiling sympathetically.
"We need to go. I'm taking you."
Natasha took him by the arm and lead him to her car. They waited for everyone else to leave.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"Somewhere." She replied. "Do you trust me?"
He nodded, then watched her turn on the car, and rev the engine. They drove downtown, following, the rest of the cars. However they made a stop outside a flower shop. She had to drag Steve out the car, and made him buy a red flower, and placed it inside his pocket. She bought one for herself to, and placed it in her blazer.
"I'm now starting to lose my trust in you. Where are we going?" He asked whilst adjusting his flower.
"Ok. Before you went into the ice. What was the last thing she told you?" She asked.
"Stork Club. 8 on the dot. I shouldn't be late." He smiled softly. "Still doesn't add up to where we are going." He frowned.
"Your are hopeless, get in the car." She ordered.
They got back into the car and drove to the Stork Club, when Steve opener his mouth in surprise.
"The Stork Club."
