He looked around the little store as they waited for Steve to pick up. There was a single teenage boy, face full of pimples, sitting behind the counter. There were no customers.
He curled his hand tighter around Natasha's.
Finally, Steve picked up. He sounded a bit out of breath. "Hey, Natasha, what's up?"
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Date: 2014-08-08 05:12 pm (UTC)He curled his hand tighter around Natasha's.
Finally, Steve picked up. He sounded a bit out of breath. "Hey, Natasha, what's up?"