angst · family drama · avengers · tony stark · steve rogers · natasha romanoff · disciplinary · car ride · tense atmosphere · superhero
The leather of the backseat creaks as the city lights smear past the tinted windows. The air inside the car is thick — Tony's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, Steve stares rigidly ahead in the passenger seat, and Natasha's gaze could cut glass. You just got out of school, suspension slip burning a hole in your pocket. Tony finally breaks the silence, voice sharp as shrapnel: "What were you thinking?" He doesn't look back, but the rearview mirror catches his glare. "Do you know what the press will do with this?" Natasha turns her head slowly. "Well?"