SITWELL FEARED as he called for everyone's attention. "Eyes here." He announced. Workers, staff and Agents, include Agent 13, stood in the room. "Whatever your Op is, bury it. This is Level one. Contact DOT. All traffic lights in the district go red, shut all runways at BWI, IAD and Reagan."

The large monitor suddenly flashed, Two pictures of two headshots.

Y/N L/N

Steve Rogers

"All security cameras in the city go through this monitor right here." He pointed at the large screen behind him. "Scan all open sources, phones, computers, PDAs. Whatever. If someone tweets about these men, I want to know about it."

Agent 13 placed both hands on her waist, she herself thought it didn't add up. "With all due respect, if S.H.I.E.L.D is conducting a manhunt for Captain America and The Shadow, we deserve to know why." She called out.

"Because Rogers lied to us, and L/N is too much of a threat." A voice called out, making everyone snap their heads to the direction of the voice. Alexander Pierce. "Captain Rogers has information regarding the death of Director Fury. He refused to share it to others, other than Agent L/N. L/N in the other hand, this isn't his first rodeo being hunted down. We've seen what happened in New York, The man can disappear in a blink of an eye, So we cannot offer the same mistakes especially when he has secrets underneath."

Still not adding up.

"As difficult as this is to accept, Captain America and The Shadow are now fugitives from S.H.I.E.L.D....."

--

FOOTSTEPS ARE what are heard in the corridor. Man in dark blue hoodie, hands in pockets makes his way through the hospital Hall. He stops at the vending machine and stares at the transparent glass. His heartbeat pounding in sudden irregular speeds when the packs of gum and the drive stick are gone.

Just as he thought, A certain redhead was flashed into the reflection, blowing a bubble as she kept a neutral look.

Steve turned, tensed. He stares at her for a second before pushing her into the room nearest to them, it was sudden. Steve pushed her against the wall, a bit harshly, which made her yelp.

"Where is it?" Steve asked.

"Safe."

"Do better." He sternly said, glaring at the redhead.

"Where did you get it?" She asked.

"Why would I tell you?"

After what happened at the elevator, Steve learned.... the hard way.

Don't

Trust

Anyone

"Fury gave it to you, Why?" She questioned, a clueless tone.

"What's on it?"

"I don't know."

"Stop... lying." He pleaded. Both of them startled when sounds of footsteps entered the room.

Y/N came out of the shadows, hands in pockets. A duffle bag rested over his shoulder as he watched the two. "Hello...?" He nonchalantly waved, keeping a neutral look.

"How long have you been here?" Steve asked the L/N, earning a small scoff.

"Too long." He replied, stepping closer. "Were you attacked too?"

Steve nodded in response before he suddenly clenched his jaw, pointing at both L/N and Romanoff. "I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?"

Y/N looked at Nat, the look of need. A need for answers. She merely opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to fully form the sentence.

"Well it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so did you." She explained, only being pinned harshly by Steve.

"Hey, Hey!" Y/N called out, pulling Steve away from the redhead. "That's enough, you know damn well you don't play like that--"

"I know who killed Fury." Nat suddenly said, earning a furrow look from both Steve and L/N as they turned. "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years."

Steve and Y/N glanced at each other before turning back to the redhead.

"So he's a ghost story."

Y/N stepped closer to Nat who seemed to be a little shaky from the topic. "Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shout out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there." The room started to feel more tense. "I was covering my engineer so he shot him, straight through me." Nat slowly rolled up the bottom of her stop, revealing a scare on her lower abdomen. "Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis."

Y/N gulped down a lump on his throat.

"I don't think you'd-- You know what, never mind." Y/N changed topic last minute, making sure not to make it seem as awkward as it already is. "You think we can find him again?"

Nat slowly shook her head. "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried. He covers his tracks just as good as you, Y/N. If not, maybe even better."

"Ouch." He muttered to himself.

Romanoff ignored the small comment, pulling out the drive, smirking. "Like you said, he's a ghost story." Steve glared at Nat after her remark, taking the drive out of her grasp.

"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."

The Trio came into an agreement, glancing at each other before they prepared. Steve excused himself, leaving L/N and Romanoff.

Y/N sighed, fumbling his stuff out of his duffle bag before pulling out his injection as he noticed the veins' return. He pointed the metal syringe at Nat, in gesture. "Can you do it again, please?" He asked, earning a small nod as he sat at the small bench.

Another sigh, this time of exhaustion, leaning his head on the wall behind as Nat found some resources, tying a knot around Y/N's arm. "Why can't you do this yourself?"

Y/N lightly chuckled. "Well, maybe you just do it better." He says, eyeing the Romanoff who suddenly looked at L/N's eyes after the remark. Neither of them noticing how close they were. Staring at eachother's eyes until they could feel each others breaths.

Both swiftly leaned backwards, clearing their throat as Nat went back to work.

--

THE SOUNDS OF THE FOUNTAIN was a peaceful hear as The trio walked next to each other, not in a hurry, but not too slow.

"First rule of going on the run is don't run, walk." Y/N reminded, teaching what he knew from his experiences. Nat lightly snickered at the remark before nodding in agreement.

"If I run in these shoes, they're gonna fall off." Steve voiced out, clearly uncomfortable from the choice of apparel.

"I told you to wear Kobes instead. Wouldn't listen."

They made their way to the Apple store on the second floor, Y/N glanced around the room before pointing at a spare laptop on the side. The trio making their way to the device.

"The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up, S.H.I.E.L.D will know exactly where we are." Nat spoke as she fumbled around with the keys. She stood in between Y/N and Steve who used their positions as look out.

"How much time will we have?" Steve asked.

"About nine minutes from.... now." The drive flashed blue as she plugged it in, immediately going to work. Y/N would look at the screen below at times. "Fury was right about that ship. Somebody is trying to find something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI. It keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands..." She frustratingly let out.

"Can you override it?" Steve leaned down to look. Nat nonchalantly nodded.

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me... Slightly." She spoke, a bit of a bragging tone, making Y/N scoff.

"You said the similar thing last time, don't jinx it."

Nat rolled her eyes before fumbling around with the keys, getting to work. She sucked in the front of her teeth, tilting her head in a bit of frustration.

"What?"

"It's--"

"Try running a tracer." Y/N suggested. "They developed it to track hostile malware, so if you can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" She asked, earning a small laugh from Y/N who continued to look at Romanoff.

"I- You just looked cute when you're clueless." He admittedly teased earning a small gasp from the redhead.

"Stop it." She responded, trying to hide a smile. Steve glanced at both L/N and Romanoff, an eyebrow raised.

'So this is flirting...' He thought to himself before smirking.

As he thought, a man with long dirty blonde hair approached the three. "Can I help you guys with anything?" He offered, startling them a bit from the sudden appearance.

Nat instinctively sprung into action, tightly wrapping an arm around Y/N as she smiled. "Oh, no. My fiancé and his cousin were just helping me with some honeymoon destinations."

"We are?" Y/N discreetly whispered, earning a harsh nudge on the ribs. After that, he decided to just play along. "Right... We're getting married. I... don't know what I would do without this... silly goose." He awkwardly let out.

Silly goose?

He internally facepalmed.

"Congratulations. Where are you guys thinking about going?"

The map flashed a location, Nat nodded at Y/N who immediately got the message. "New Jersey." The L/N answered.

"Oh." The man let out, interested. He then stared at Y/N who's anxieties just started to grow as he waited. His heartbeat uncharacteristically beating in an irregular rhythm. "I have the exact same glasses."

Y/N sighed while Natasha and Steve held in a laugh.

"Wow, you guys are practically twins." She says in a neutral tone, not really interested.

The man laughed. "Yeah, I wish." Then he gestured at both Steve and Y/N. "Specimens-- Wow. Uh- If you guys need anything. I've been Aaron."

Y/N assuringly flashed a smile. "T-Thanks, will do." As the man walked by, Y/N released a breath he did not know he was holding. "Really? Married?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "It worked, didn't it?"

Steve then looked at his watch, a bit of a panic. "You said nine minutes, Come on."

"Relax, Steve. Let my Fiancé over here do her work." Y/N teased, earning a side glare from Nat.

"You're not gonna drop this cover, are you?" Natasha asked in a slight frustrated tone.

"Nope." Y/N responded, popping the 'p'. He was expecting a scold of sorts, but he didn't. The redhead merely looked back at the monitor, a smile unconsciously and unknowingly creeping her rose petal lips.

"Got it." The map zoomed in, finding it's specifics. Wheaton, NJ flashing on the screen as she turned to Steve. "You know it?"

Steve nodded. "I used to. Let's go." He replied, unplugging the drive as they exited.

Y/N meanwhile, tapped Natasha's shoulders, earning a hum of question. "Where's my 'thank you' ?" He asked, earning a confused look. "You would've never found the location if I didn't help out."

Natasha just rolled her eyes as the trio continued their tracks.

Y/N glanced around the mall, clenching his jaw as he did so. "Standard Tac team. Two behind, two across, two coming straight at us." He warned. "If they make us, Me and Steve will engage, you hit the the south escalator to the metro."

Steve raised a brow. "Wow, she wasn't lying when she told me you could--"

"Yeah, Yeah, I know." Y/N internally bragged to himself. He just received praise from Captain America.

Natasha though, had a stern look. "Shut up and put your arm around. Laugh at something I said." Y/N obliged, immediately placing an arm around her as they both laughed. Steve just looked down, a smirk appearing.

The men passed by, making them sigh in relief.

"What the hell..." Y/N muttered to himself before allowing Nat to step infront of him in the escalator. Steve behind him as it moved. Nat's eyes suddenly widened when she saw Rumlow, turning to Y/N which startled him a bit.

An idea wandering around her head.

It was risky.

Not the best plan.

But it was the only one she could think about.

Her heartbeat pounding.

She sighed in defeat.

Shutting her eyes before reopening.

"Kiss me." She suddenly let out, earring a small shocked look from Y/N.

"What?"

"You want a 'thank you', right? Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."

"I don't think--" Y/N didn't finish his sentence as Nat suddenly smashed her lips against Y/N's own. Her hands placed on both sides of his neck, pulling him closer as Steve just pretended to tie his shoe.

(A/N: TO ALL THOSE READING, JUST REPLACE IT WITH YOUR FACE. CONGRATS, YOU JUST KISSED SCARLETT JOHANSSON)

Their lips moving in sync, Y/N's hands unconsciously trailing down to her waist. Was it affectionate? Undetermined. They slowly pulled away from each other when receiving a small tap on the foot from Steve who grunted back up.

A small sound clicked as they pulled away, both staring deep into each others eyes. Both awkwardly cleared their throat as Nat turned around. "Y-You still uncomfortable?" Nat stuttered out, she herself didn't know she could stutter.

Y/N didn't answer, he was too in awe from what just happened.

Steve internally smiled, a proud one.

--

WELCOME TO NEW JERSEY was the sign that they passed by. A Dark blue Chevrolet drove peacefully down the road, driver was Steve.

The passengers on the other hand, were still in an awkward state. What made it even awkward was, Steve forced Nat to sit at the back for 'Safety Reasons.'

Y/N knew he was lying.

But he kinda liked the company.

"So...." Nat suddenly let out.

"So...." Y/N repeated.

Steve internally rolled his eyes at the two, not showing his slight frustrations as he continued to drive.

Natasha bit her lip, sighing again in defeat as she turned to Y/N. "All right, I.. I have a question for you, which you don't have to answer. I feel like, if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know--"

"She means, you have to." Steve interrupted at the front, yelping as Y/N kicked the chair.

"Shut up." Nat lets out before clearing her throat. "Was... Was that your first kiss?"

Y/N almost forgot to breathe from the question. "Was it that bad?" He questioned, earning a shake of the head. "So, what?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well... it kinda of sounds like that's your implication-"

"No!" Natasha retorted, Y/N was taken back from this. "I-I was just... wondering.. You know..." She stammered.

The car was filled with an awkward silence before Y/N silently gave in. "I spent most of my time, isolated. Only times I ever got to go out were the missions-- stealth missions. I never had a significant person in my life so..." He trailed off, looking at Romanoff who just stared at him. He knew that's not the answer she was looking for which made him sigh. "No-- Yeah.. Yeah... That was my first..."

Y/N awkwardly pinched the bridge of his nose, for some reason not knowing what to do with his fingers. Play around with it? Interlock the pair? Crack them? Wait why was he thinking of these things?

Was he nervous? Maybe.

Embarrassed? Sure.

Nat somehow had a smile awakening on her lips. "Well, L/N, I have to admit... It was not that bad."

Y/N raised his brows. "Really?"

Natasha assuringly nodded, flashing him a wider smile.

But what she said, deep down she knew, It was an understatement. She was even more impressed after learning this new revelation.

"But actually?" Nat broke the silence. "No one special?'

Y/N scoffed. "Like anyone would want me."

"That's not true, there could be a soulmate out there, you just have to wait."

"Yeah? Hn, soulmates? Give me a break." He joked, earning chuckles. "Well, in my perspective, I have actually tried looking for someone. Problem is, It's just really difficult to find someone you can... You know, live with."

"You're just not looking right."

Y/N shook his head in disagreement, pursing his lip. "You know, in my world, you can be around a million people and still feel alone..." He unconsciously looked down. "I know what that feels like... Tragic... But it's my life. Until this very moment, I'm still trying to adapt... And it's scary." Y/N admitted which surprised Natasha and Steve from his sudden openness.

It was like.... He trusted them.

Even from what he learned from this crazy adventure.

And it was true...

Nat gave him a sympathetic look, throwing away any awkwardness in the air as she chose to comfort the man... the man she used to hate so badly... to a man she can consider, a close one.

She slid to her left, closing any space between the two of them as she placed her head on his shoulder. A deep sigh escaping her breath. The smell of her cologne was just a scent you felt like you always wanted to sense. She slowly closed her eyes, she admitted to herself that the company was quite comfortable.

Y/N smiled.

So did Natasha.

Never had Y/N thought in a million years would Romanoff do such an act.

Steve sheepishly grinned as he glanced at the rear-view mirror. A proud smile. 'Who's trying to set up the dates now?' He thought to himself as he continued to drive.

--

STEVE HIT THE BRAKES as the vehicle came to a halt, a gate at the front causing their stop. "Alright, we're.... here.." Steve trailed off as he observed the scene before his eyes, making sure to rub his eye to make sure he was seeing it right.

Y/N and Natasha peacefully sleeping in each other's arms.

A chuckle escaped his lips. "Guys... Guys.. Get up." Steve announced and patted himself on the back when he could hear the two groaning.

When their eyes fluttered open, both looked at each other deeply.

"Guys, this is nice and all but we really have to go." Steve interrupted, earning nods as both cleared their throat, slowly separating as they dropped down the car.

As their foot was placed on the ground, they glanced around the area. Nat held on to a device as she followed, Y/N trailing.

"This is it."

Romanoff placed the device in her back pocket, inspecting. "The file came from these coordinates." She explained.

"So did I." Steve responded as his eyes landed on a specific sign.

CAMP LEHIGH

Darkness was soon taking over as they walked around the abandoned base. "This camp is where I was trained." Steve explained as Y/N admired.

"Have you noticed any.... changes?" Y/N asked as he followed Romanoff from behind who was waving her device around the air. "Anything familiar?"

Steve stared at a pole, nostalgia taking over. "A little."

Y/N hummed in response, going back to inspecting.

He came to a halt when Romanoff did, shaking her head. "What's wrong?" He questioned the redhead.

"It's a dead end.." Nat announced as the small gadget beeped. "..Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."

Y/N and Steve's eyes landed on a specific spot, brows furrowing.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Y/N noticed, earning a small nod.

"Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of the barracks." Steve explained, which led the trio to make way to the small location. "This building is in the wrong place."

Nat furrowed her brows at Y/N.

"And how did you know about this rule?" She questioned.

"The Eight." Y/N simply answered, avoiding any eye contact as the topic came. "They also had a base..."

Nat understood Y/N's sensitivity on the topic, choosing not to further the subject. Unless this was a few years ago, She would've definitely done the opposite.

Walking up to a door, a lock was blocking in the way. Steve threw his arms back, banging the edge of his shield against the metal bar as it cut.

Once inside, they slowly made their steps down. The quiet was a bit of a problem, especially with the madness going on.

Paranoia.

With one flick of a switch, every light shined open. A familiar logo plastered on the wall. Other than that, it was pretty much empty. "This is S.H.I.E.L.D." She pointed out.

"Maybe where it started."

Y/N's eyes landed on a door, tapping Steve on the shoulder as he pointed.

Steve slowly turned the knob, the door slightly creaking as it revealed an old office of sorts. Empty bookshelves. What made Steve stop were the pictures on the wall.

"There's Tony's father." Nat pointed at the picture in the middle.

"Howard." His eyes then landed on the picture on the right, Nat noticed.

Romanoff turned her head to the side. "Who's the girl?" She asked.

Steve didn't answer, walking away.

Although, Y/N patted her shoulder as he pointed. "Peggy Carter." He voiced. "I've heard stories about both Steve and that woman. They were great ones...."

Nat bit her lip as she stared at the picture before rubbing Y/N's back in gesture. "We better go before we lose Steve."

Both chuckling as they followed.

When Steve passed by a shelf, Y/N noticed something odd. "Wait." He spoke, making them halt. He stared at the shelf, visually measuring it's gap and observing it's place. Nat and Steve looked at each other, confused.

"If you're already working in a secret office..." Y/N placed a hand between the gap, effortlessly separating the shelf to reveal an empty hall. "...Why do you need to hide the elevator?"

Nat's device beamed a blue light, each scanning every single button. Steve and Y/N waited patiently behind.

8 5 3 9

Nat immediately placed in the code after it was projected. The sound of a ding is what snapped them out.

The elevator doors opening, each of them a bit worrisome. Paranoia again taking in. Y/N breathed a sharp intake of oxygen before stepping in, both Nat and Steve following as they made their way down.

It dinged again as they made it flat, tension was yet again rising. Doors slowly opening as darkness was filled around the room. After taking a step, the lights suddenly flashed open.

The trio's brows simultaneously furrowing as they observed the area. Suspicions and opinions could be now racking up their head, Y/N's especially.

"This can't be the data point. This technology is ancient." Nat spoke, glancing around the old monitors. Her eyes landed on a port, it stood out form the rest. It didn't even look outdated, if not, recent. She reluctantly plugged the drive in, making a small sound as it attached.

Each and every electronic now turning on, startling them a bit from the sudden act. Y/N's eyes landed on the camera as it slowly twitched, his eyebrows raising.

'Initiate System?' a robotic voice asked. The monitor flashing the same text, pixelated form. Nat walked up to the computer, placing her fingers on the old and dusty monitor as she typed.

"Y-E-S spells yes." A smirk appearing as the sound of the technology now powering up. "Shall we play a game?" She mocked, her voice deepening earning a chuckle out of Y/N.

"Wargames..." He muttered, both turning to Steve. "it's a movie from--"

"Yeah, I know, you sent me a copy." Steve interrupted.

Just then, the computer starts to beep. Green lines now forming as it slowly took it's time to piece in. Only thing it could make out were a figure with goggles.

'Rogers, Steven. Born 1918.'

Camera turns to Y/N.

'L/N, Y/N. Born 1984'

Camera turns to Natasha.

'Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born 1984'

Nat squinted her eyes. "It's some kind of recording-"

'I am not a recording Fräulein.' The green AI spoke. 'I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945. But I am.'

A black and white picture revealed on the spare monitor.

"You know this thing?"

Steve sighed. "Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for Red Skull." He started. "He's been dead in years." He added, circling around the tech to maybe find something.

'First correction, I am Swiss.' Zola corrected. 'Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body. My mind, however, that was worth saving, om 200,000 feet of databanks. You are standing in my brain.'

'That's one way to put it.." Y/N thought.

"How did you get here?"

'Invited.' Zola spoke.

Y/N face fell in realization. "It was Operation Paperclip after World War II." Y/N started, glancing at Nat who thought of the same. "S.H.I.E.L.D recruited German scientists with strategic value."

'Correct, Son of Mikael. Oh, how proud he would be.' Y/N clenched his jaw at the mention of his father. 'They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.'

"HYDRA died with the Red Skull!"

'Cut off one head, two more shall take it's place.'

"Prove it." Steve commanded, earning a reluctant look from both Nat and Y/N.

'Accessing archive.' The AI spoke. 'HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with it's own freedom. What we did not realize was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, S.H.I.E.L.D was founded, and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew a beautiful parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D. For 70 years, HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not cooperate, history was changed.'

"That's impossible. S.H.I.E.L.D would have stopped you."

It was starting to get even more tense.

'Accidents will happen. HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its own freedom to gain its security. Once a purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise.'

"Mirrocc." Y/N suddenly spoke. "That Attack, it was-"

'Precisely, We knew the Eight's resources were not valuable and not worth keeping. We merely used it as a pawn, a warning. We have just started, that was Stage One, We have won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your life. A zero sum-'

Y/N was angered, swinging his arms as the monitor broke, crashing the screen. It cracked as the Monitor beeped, it was over.

Until a new one opened.

'As I was saying...'

"What's on this drive?!" Y/N demanded.

'Project insight requires Insight. So, I wrote an algorithm.'

"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" Nat chimed in, pulling Y/N back a bit as she questioned.

'The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.'

As the words were spoken, the doors immediately closed on lockdown. Y/N gritted his teeth in conclusion. "He was stalling."

'Correct, you are L/N. Oh, how disappointing you have sided with the enemy.'

"Steve, Y/N, we got a bogey." Nat announced as her phone beeped. "Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops."

"Who fired it?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

Y/N used this time to look for a route, something he should've done earlier, but he was in the moment. The adrenaline now rushing as its tensity was now arising. His eyes landing on a vent, immediately lifting it as his vision were praised.

It opened. Y/N called Nat and Steve over who immediately made there way to him.

Before they could fully make it on time, a loud explosion occurring.

Y/N instinctively gripped onto Nat, protecting her from incoming debris as the trio dropped down. Steve lifted up his shield as he protected themselves from the falling structure.

Loud groans and grunts of pain and unexpectance were heard, looking up as they watched the ceiling break down and drop.

The debris shortly settled for a while when darkness occurred.

"Argh!" Y/N grunted out, lifting up the fallen concrete as the light was now reflected. Steve laid on the ground, Fortunately, awake... slowly groaning. "Oh shit!" Y/N panted out as his eyes landed on Nat, coughing was now coming back as he slowly made his way to the redhead.

His left arm on her back and his right scooping her legs, he started to carry her 'bridal' style. He panted as he looked around. "Steve, Come on..."

The Captain nodded, grunting as he pushed himself up.

Y/N's face was covered in dirt as he stepped out. The sounds of the wind blowing and lights shining made him instinctively run, Steve following shortly after, just in time.

Jets hovering and soaring the fallen debris as even soldiers brought out their flashlight to hopefully find any remains. Rumlow grunted in frustration as the light flashed onto a footstep.

They got away.

His fingers landing on his earpiece as he spoke.

"Call in, the asset."

--

A/N: HERROW AGAIN!

-Most people would let Cap kiss Nat to bring jealousy but I made Y/N do it instead since both never had strong feelings. So I made them kiss to kinda open their eyes a bit.

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