Listening itself is an art. When we listen with a still and concentrated mind, it’s possible to actually be responsive to what the words are saying. Sometimes deep insights come in a flash, unexpectedly.

(Drive Drabble #2)

Author: Mikala
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 700
Warnings: Some swearing. Mentions of wanting to shoot someone?? Lol
Author’s Note: Here’s the second fic for my “Drive” Drabble week! The prompt @bovaria provided for me was “Sit still, for the love of all the is Holy.” I rearranged it, though. Also, during June in New York, the sun rises around 5:30am EST, so that’s the time I used for this! Come back every day this week around 4pm (EST) for a new car-related drabble!
Previous Drabbles:

“Please, Y/N; for the love of all that is Holy, sit still.” Upon Steve’s request, you immediately froze, stopping your leg form bouncing up and down and halting your fingers’ incessant drumming on the armrest of the passenger door.

“You’re the one who dragged me out of bed at 4:30 in the morning. It’s your own fault for deciding to be a nice kidnapper and giving me two cups of coffee on the way out the door,” you retorted, silently begging your jittery body to stay motionless. Steve didn’t say anything else. It was after five now, and you were in his car as he cruised down a dark road that was unfamiliar to you. There wasn’t much traffic this early in the morning, and you could feel dawn coming.

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If you just sit and observe, you will see how restless your mind is. If you try to calm it, it only makes it worse, but over time it does calm, and when it does, there’s room to hear more subtle things - that’s when your intuition starts to blossom and you start to see things more clearly and be in the present more. Your mind just slows down, and you see a tremendous expanse in the moment. You see so much more than you could see before. It’s a discipline; you have to practice it
—  Walter Isaacson