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The road stretched out before them, as a low-hanging moon seemed to trot beside the car as they drove. It was the kind of night that felt out of time, everything slightly askew as they kept moving through open fields and empty streets.
Natasha was in the passenger seat, her feet propped on the dashboard. Clint drove, and Bucky had claimed the back seat to try and sleep, though she could hear him occasionally mumbling.
"Not much further," Clint said. "An hour tops."
"Great." She grinned, grabbed his coffee and took a sip. "I'll pay you back for this later."