Even the darkness of nighttime couldn’t hide the sheer plainness of their ride. Natasha Romanoff gazed in shock at the old tan car Steve, Sam, and Sharon had been riding around in for the last six months as a valet driver brought it to the front of the hotel.
Sharon was inside the hotel checking out while Sam and Steve were putting the bags in the trunk.
“And this is what you all have been reduced to?” Natasha asked.
Sam looked at her. “What? You still drive your luxury sports cars everywhere you go?”
“Always,” she responded. “I have a reputation to uphold.” Continue reading Captain America: Secret War: (TEN)