"Steve Rogers did you buy yourself a
car because Barton, Stark and I are all
disasters?”
She shrugged, winced, and then lifted
her shoulder in a half shrug.
"Would that make you feel better about
the pseudo-midlife crisis you seem to
be going through? Alright. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
"It might’ve been a factor I played in my
head when I considered the car in the first
place. But, it wasn’t the only reason, I’ve
been listening to a lot of music, stuff Sam has
been lending me. It’s easier to do that in a car.”
The Captain noticed her wince and looked at her
with a disapproving expression, "Really, Natasha?
Keep your arm down, alright?”
He offered a smirk after, “Can I help you into the
passenger seat?”