Sorry this chappie is a bit short. I need ideas.
And I have questions. Please answer in the reviews!
1) If you're like me and you wake up at 5am to download the new Imagine Dragons album(Origins), you'll have an answer to this question. What is the best song? Personally I'm stuck between Bullet In A Gun and Machine.
2) Do you like this fanfic... it was kinda a stupid idea but all my ideas are stupid...
3) Who eats sushi whole? ...I do...
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Chapter 2
After a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, we pull into the parking lot of Whole Foods. They have a wide selection of sushi.
Tony grabs a shrimp tempura roll as soon as we reach the counter. It takes me awhile to decide, but I grab the salmon roll because it says 'raw fish' on the container, which reminds me of Loki. Stephen grabs a simple california roll.
We check out and are back in the car in a matter of minutes. I watch as Stephen eats the rolls whole. I attempt to do the same. Now we're cleaning rice off the seat.
"Thank you all for choosing Stark Tour Lines. If you look to your left, you get an amazing view of pigeons eating a salmon roll in the parking lot! What a rare sight!" Tony puts his hand over his mouth.
"I swear to god."
"I told you you wouldn't like it." Stephen is finished already, letting out a loud burp. "Where to next?"
"Our next stop is the Massachusetts border. Please remember to keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times." Tony isn't finished. "And, no flash photography."
I'm going to lose my mind.
"So, a few hours, then?" Stephen asks.
"We will reach Massachusetts in two hours and thirty-two minutes. Make yourselves comfortable." The driver presses a button shaped like on the screen.
"Ready aim fire, ready aim fire, an empire is falling in just one day, you close your eyes and the glory fades, ready aim fire, ready aim fire away…"
Soon I'm the only one in the car who isn't screaming the lyrics. Trying not to appear awkward, I shove another sushi roll in my mouth. When the song is over, I sigh relief.
But then it starts again. This time a different one, however.
"Cause I've been... wondering, when you're gonna see I'm not for sale…"
Why did I pack my pillow in my suitcase.
Why.
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"Thor!" Someone whispers. I jerk awake, Tony is staring at me. "Can you… um - shoot a lightning bolt at the car or something?"
"Why?"
"I'm kinda sorta maybe out of gas."
I'm up. My brain works to register the surroundings. We are in the breakdown lane of another highway. Stephen is outside. Tony is inside. I've only seen two cars. "That won't work." I reason.
"It worked with Vision!" He complains.
"That was different." I shrug. "We need to push it to the nearest rest stop." We both climb out of the car, moving around to the back, where Stephen is. Tony explains the situation, and the sorcerer immediately starts pushing. His grunts of effort and pain make me cringe.
"Come on!" He complains.
This is the worst experience of my life. We all push the car along the breakdown lane, envying the cars speeding past us.
"Shit." Tony stops, clutching his hand. I look to see blood dripping from the spot.
"Thor, grab the band-aids." Stephen demands. I run back to grab them, and by the time I reach my companions again, the red liquid is being wiped on Tony's black shirtsleeve.
I pass the band-aids to the expert, who applies it with shaking fingers. In seconds the car is moving again.
We only make it a few feet. By now the rain is pounding on our heads and Stephen has pulled his black leather jacket over his head, revealing his green undershirt. I flinch as thunder cracks the sky in half.
"I'm never doing this again." I laugh/yell over the rain. Grunts meet my words.
"Let's never speak of this again." Tony says.
"Agreed." Stephen and I say in unison.
