Ever get an idea in your head that just sticks for a few weeks until you just have to write it? Here's the latest one I ended up with! I hope you enjoy this… and apologies for the language!
"Fucks sake, Tony you're going to have to do something." Clint pointed out angrily, scowling over at the other as he lent over the back of the seat, pushing his head out of the way to glare at the blockage in the road: "I'm going to be late."
"We're both going to be late." Natasha added with a scowl, leaning out from behind her phone to grab the blonde by the waistband, yanking him back down into his seat, causing him to huff in irritation, landing on the redhead and making her yelp.
The other man in the car was quite contentedly taking no notice, having bagged the front seat of the car before Clint could, head still buried in his copy of 'Advanced Physics for PHD'. Tony sighed, slightly too loudly, starting to wonder why the hell he'd agreed to drive any of them into town in the first place, or why he'd agreed to live with them all.
The cause of the blockage had no idea she was being a problem, she was too busy arguing with her ex-husband, who'd chosen that exact moment to call her. Virginia had been the middle of driving to work, but had stopped in what she'd thought was a quiet road to take the call. Unfortunately, the ginger hadn't even noticed the other car pulling around the corner and stop dead facing her; that technically had right of way, and was completely oblivious to the fuss she was causing.
"Isn't that illegal?" Clint scowled, shifting away from Natasha to try and catch the woman's gaze, flapping his arms: "Oy! You!"
"I don't think she can actually hear you." The redhead beside him pointed out suddenly, batting at his arms to try and keep them out of her face.
"Maybe." The man beside Tony suddenly interjected, having half closed the textbook in his hands to frown at his companions (Bruce was extremely good at scowling in the same way that particularly threatening school teachers could, and usually it earn him the result he was going for): "Someone should go and talk to her, there is a possibility she hasn't actually realised we can't get past."
For a few seconds there was silence, before everyones gaze turned on the driver. Yet again, Tony couldn't help but sigh: "Seriously? Thanks guys."
Tugging off the seatbelt he heaved himself out, not entirely he wanted to do this at 8:37am on a Thursday morning, and began to give a two fingered salute to the others. Of course, she chose that exact moment to look up, realising what he was doing, just as he noticed that he'd forgotten to turn around.
"Well, that was rude." The ginger woman pointed out sharply, electronically rolling down the window with her elbow, leaning out to speak to him as he rammed his hands in his pockets, wishing he'd remembered to move a little bit faster.
"So's blocking the road when people need to get to work." He retorted, the scowl almost equal to hers: "You're in the way."
"Then go another way?" She suggested, leaning back a little as her own frown increased, causing a crease between her perfect eyebrows: "There is more than one way to leave this awful town."
"Well. I want to go this way, and you're in the way." Tony replied with a scowl, resisting the serious urge to fold his arms, but he was starting to get the feeling that she wasn't particularly nice. Right now, she looked like everything he wasn't, beautifully dressed in a business suit, with perfect hair, shoes and a top of the range car, whereas he was stood there in yesterdays band shirt, jeans and converse that had more holes in than a colander, looking like (which he totally hadn't) just fallen out of bed and thrown himself into the second hand, and slightly held together by masking tape, car: "And I have right of way anyway, if you want to get technical."
She pulled a face, but both her hands where back on the wheel, starting to back up: "Well, if you really want to be that arrogant about it." And that seemed to be his queue to leave.
Which Tony took, stepping backwards before she could run him over and darting back to his own vehicle, trying to correct his face before the others saw him: "Problem solved!" He declared, throwing himself back in with a grin: "She's awful."
Clint laughed: "I was hoping she would run you over. I call dibs on your stereo, Nat and I were wondering who'd get what when she squashed you."
Tony pulled a face as he elbowed the dashboard, kicking down hard on the gas pedal to convince it to work. He was planning on getting out of there as soon as possible and hoping he never saw her again.