Captain America and Natasha had finally escaped danger. They were driving a pickup truck toward the source of the USB drive files, New Jersey.
"Where did Captain America learn to steal cars?" Having narrowly escaped disaster, both of them were feeling more relaxed. Natasha lounged in the passenger seat, one foot propped up as she teased Captain America.
After all, they had not prepared any transportation for this operation, so the vehicle they were driving definitely was not theirs. An ordinary American, when asked how they had learned to steal cars, would surely pour out a tale of woe—an awful childhood, growing up poor and forced by circumstances, and so on. But Captain America merely smiled, with a trace of pride in his voice. "Germany."
As a battlefield veteran, he naturally had to master such battlefield skills. But those experiences had also made it very difficult for Captain America to travel abroad, especially to Germany.
How many times had you been to Germany? Twice.
How did you get there last time? I flew in on a fighter jet to capture an alien Mussolini.
...And the time before that? I came in a tank to wipe out Germany.
Sigh. Hopefully his visa application would be approved.
"Also, we borrowed this car. Don't put your foot on that." No matter how pleased with himself he was, stealing was still an ugly word, and Captain America absolutely refused to admit to it. How could a superhero saving the world be called stealing? They were borrowing it, borrowing it, understand?
"Fine, let me ask you a question. You don't have to answer, but not answering will count as an answer too." Natasha pulled back her foot, a seductive, mischievous smile on her face as she prepared to joke with Captain America.
"What?"
"If those