Imagine being in a polyamorous relationship with Steve and Natasha, and feeling insecure.
You just managed to dodge the bullet that came flying through the windshield, ducking as low as you could. Natasha was up front with Steve on his lap, while you were stuck in the back. It wasnât as if you could do much to help - you were a decent shot but not much of a fighter.
âAnd weâre in danger again. Canât we just go to a mall and not have to deal with this?â You grumbled, despite knowing that the mall was part of a mission. You had volunteered so you could have some time with your boyfriend and your girlfriend. You werenât expecting all this.
âTake notes, sweetheart.â Natasha smirked, climbing out the window to get ready to fight.
âY/N-â Steve started in his bossy voice.
âStay in the car unless he gets close, then get into another car, I get it, go save the day.â You encouraged. Once Steve got out of the car, you did sneak out as well, only to go hide. You were of no help here, and it was tough knowing that. One of the few drawbacks of being involved with people so powerful that they could kill just about anyone with their hands behind their back.
