"Natasha and me borrowed it from a mall parking lot here, but it uh. Got blown up before we could bring it back."
He gives Olivia a wary look, braced for her disapproval at the confession of another near-death in the past 72 hours. When he starts lining them up like this, it's not a very pretty picture.
Her question cuts through his renewed tension. Steve rests his head against the seat and closes his eyes. "Yours. Mine has bullet holes in the wall and blood on the floor. ...And a broken window. I jumped through it."
Well, he's already started digging, China can only be so far away. He focuses on her hand, affection tangling with guilt as it always does. Sometimes the best we can do is start over.
"...Chinese food. I would really like some Chinese food."
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He gives Olivia a wary look, braced for her disapproval at the confession of another near-death in the past 72 hours. When he starts lining them up like this, it's not a very pretty picture.
Her question cuts through his renewed tension. Steve rests his head against the seat and closes his eyes. "Yours. Mine has bullet holes in the wall and blood on the floor. ...And a broken window. I jumped through it."
Well, he's already started digging, China can only be so far away. He focuses on her hand, affection tangling with guilt as it always does. Sometimes the best we can do is start over.
"...Chinese food. I would really like some Chinese food."