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[commemeorate]

the ROAD TRIP meme

• Comment with your character.
  
• Write preferences, if you got them.
  
• Write one place your character would really love to travel to.
  
• Respond to other people.
  

Prompts:

1. Go to MapCrunch and hit go. That's where you are. Is that where you want to go?
   
2. Your vehicle just broke down. What now?
   
3. You're trying to get aboard that one vehicle, but the owner apparently needs some convincing to give you a ride. Paying for a ticket or just hitchhiking? Your call.
   
4. You're stowing away in someone else's vehicle and hope you won't get caught. But you just were.
   
5. You're at a rest stop or roadside tourist attraction. You meet the most interesting people at these places, don't you?
   
6. You're seeing flashing lights in your rear view mirror or the closest equivalent thereof. Looks like someone ran a red light or was driving faster than the speed limit. What now?

Comments

Steve Rogers | mcu

[stilljustasoldier]

[maskirovka]

[ y/n/maybe? IW compliant, but can be any canon point :) ]

[stilljustasoldier]

[ ooc: yes! IW compliant as well <3 feel free! ]

[maskirovka]

Wakanda was a beautiful country. Even Natasha had been awed by the level of technology presented there, as well as the kindness of its native people. T'Challa had offered sanctuary, and the group of former-Avengers had been all too ready to take it.

After Barnes had been handed over to Princess Shuri--with no small relief on Natasha's part, although she'd kept her private opinions to herself out of respect for Steve--everyone was finally able to take a deep breath and let a little of the tension they'd been carrying ease. The Wakandans would do what they could for Barnes, and Natasha was glad of that, for both his and Steve's sake.

So, now that her teammates had been taken care of--respectively so--she was finally able to turn her attention to a little issue she'd been thinking about for a few weeks now. There was a "mission", so to speak, that she needed to complete back in Russia, and the longer she put it off, the more pressing it became. But rather than go alone, as was her customary wont, Natasha had asked Steve to accompany her, not only for the company, but to keep him from haunting the palace hallways, brooding about things over which he had absolutely no control. Thankfully, he'd acquiesced, and they'd departed the following morning.

T'Challa had offered to provide transport all the way to the Motherland, but Natasha had politely thanked him and declined, insisting that traveling via the roadways and freeways was preferable, as it would give her time to mentally prepare for this particular assignment. Currently, she and Steve were heading north along the Italian coastline, top down and medium jazz coming out of the speakers. She'd given Steve the keys earlier and was reclined back in the passenger seat, sunglasses over her closed eyes and enjoying the mid-morning sunshine.

Russia was still out there, but not so close enough as to worry, just yet. That would come later.