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Cruxes shuts the door to the car, turning the keys in the ignition. ...From there, she places the pedal against the
floor, screeches off like a goddamn demon while she grips the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turn white. The
radio blares, AC/DC. Fitting. YOU'VE JUST BEEN --- the car screeches down the road, turning up gravel and rocks,
throwing them back. She has slightly underestimated the craft's potential. She's cruising at the SLOOOWW speed of
96 and only when she sees the muscled and American figure of Steve does she slam on the breaks, bashing her
forehead into the steering wheel. -- THUNDERSTRUCK! Thank you, AC/DC.
Amora The Enchantress turns her gaze upon Fandral. "Keep them in line. I shall be back shortly..." Amora wraps a
robe around her figure and speeds off, running after Steve and the one named Stark, catching up with them "Yee hath
been delivered, Stark. Use your telecommunication magic device to speak with Ms. Potts later to arrange a ride for
you home. I must return to the palace." She nodded to him then the staff as she moved back out the doors, pausing
momentarily to look at Steve signaling him to follow her back.
Steve Rogers looks to Amora and shakes his head. "I'll be fine. I want to make sure Stark's okay. I'm sure Ms.
Potts will have room for one more. You go on ahead, alright?" He offered her a smile. "You've done enough already,
thanks a lot." After that, he'd head back into the hospital, and as he's ensured that Tony's wellbeing is confirmed,
he'll leave with him. He's just about to look to Tony and tell him to call for that ride, and instead is caught off guard
and struck wide-eyed at the car that seems to be blasting AC/DC, a band he is familiar with only because of Howard
Stark's son who happened to be standing right next to him. He furrowed his brows at it, bringing his hands up to
cover his ears. "...Is that... our ride?" He pointed, frowning slightly. "It... can't be." He walked over to get a better look
at the window. "Wait... Ms. Crux? What are you doing? Where did you get this-- can you turn that down, please?"
Tony Stark is doing pretty okay, now, especially after seeing that dumbass look on Steve's face. Patting out the
beat of the AC/DC song on his thighs, bobbing his head and maybe humming along, a few words from the lyrics of
the song passing his lips here and there. He momentarily stops to circle around the other side of the car, opposite of
Steve and resting his hands on the window frame, presumably they're opened because it's a pretty hot day. "No, no.
Keep it loud and blaring. This is payback." He grinned and sneaked a spiteful glance at Steve as he unlocked the
door and slipped inside. "Onward, crotches. We're gunning it. Before the song ends."
Steve Rogers frowns and gets into the back seat, buckling up and folding his arms. Of course, he'll find some way
to scrutinize Tony, because that's just how he operates when Tony's being an overgrown child. He leans forwards
slightly, as much as the seatbelt will allow, placing his hands on the back of both Crux's and Tony's seats. "Stark,
put your seatbelt on, and her name is /Crux/. Don't disrespect her."
Cruxes looks slightly disgruntled at the mentioning of her ENDEARING nickname and then glanced back behind her. Right. Well, the hospital was....that was a great question. Heeding the man in the passenger seat's request
to keep it loud and gun it, her hand reached forward, shifted the gear into reverse and looking backward, she pressed the gas pedal -- and went screaming backwards, widespread adrenaline-filled grin making itself known.
Handbrake goes up, car does a 180 against the gravel and the gear shifts itself back into drive while the car roars down the road. Would this be a good time to tell you that I do not know where the hospital is?
Tony Stark shrugs. "Crotches, Crutches. To-may-to, to-mah-to. She gets the idea." He waves the Captain off, tapping his feet as if he has control of the gas pedal. Move move move move. "...And I'm doing perfectly fine without
my seatbelt, thANKS-- OH GOD." He presses his back firmly against the seat of the car, gripping the singular armrest. Why were cars designed this way? This was a horrible design. That's it. The next car he has a say in
designing he's going to add DOUBLE ARMRESTS in the front seat. No ifs, ands, or buts.
 Chibiplz · Sun May 27, 2012 @ 06:08am · 0 Comments |
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