This ones a bit shorter but I hope you enjoy :)
"Why are we stopping here?" I ask leaning forward.
"We need to swap cars. It's a tough time driving around a city in cars like these so we're going to switch over into something more modest," Says Barton as he pulls his way down to the ground.
"All right with me," I say as I push my way out. I land lightly on the ground and begin stretching out my limbs. I wasn't used to sitting for so long. I took a deep breath in and was met by the pungent aroma of fumes, alcohol, and urine. Lovely.
I hear Barton and Romanoff talking with an unfamiliar voice. I rounded the car to see a lady with slicked back dark brown hair wearing a shield uniform, an Asian lady whispered to her urgently while a scrawny young man stared intently at his shoes by another of the vehicles. I turned my attention over to Romanoff and Barton to see who the third member of their conversation was. He had dark black curly hair and glasses he rubbed his chin deep in thought. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. He glanced my way and flashed a smile. I smiled shyly back and turned back to the rest of the parking lot. I make my way over to the bumper of one of the hummers. I lean up against it and close my eyes.
"Hi there," a cheery voice chimes in beside me.
I open my eyes to find a gorgeous face staring back, "Oh, hi!"
"I'm Donald," He says out stretching a slender hand. I take it and he looks at me expectantly.
"Right I'm Freya," I manage to spit out. He drops my hand and leans against the bumper too. He has an angular face and large glasses, his dark hair is pushed back almost in an Elvis fashion and he sports a big grin.
"That's a pretty name, this is quite the commotion huh? I'm still pretty confused on why I'm here. Where are you from?"
"Thanks, well nowhere in particular. Yeah I'm confused to, Yesterday I was sitting at home just working on my garden and now I'm here. Somewhere I would have never pictured myself going," I sigh.
"So you do have a home?" He smiles.
"Well yes but I haven't been there very long. Where are you from?"
"Just got off a plane from India, this is a nice change though, not so crowded."
"Oh, I-" I begin to say when Barton comes around the corner.
"I see you to have met. Well we best be on our way. Freya if you would," He says as he points me in the direction of a black car.
"Alright, well it was nice meeting you," I said turning to Donald. He smiled and walked off to where the lady with the slicked back hair was calling him.
"You will be riding alone Agent Romanoff and I have other means of transportation."
"Alright," Inside I was ecstatic but tried not to show it, I couldn't stand another awkward car ride with them. I walk over to the hummer to grab my bag but I swing it out and I hit something. I turn around to see what I hit there was nothing. I guess I just hit the car. The driver is waving his arms at me so I jog over to the car. I throw my bag in the trunk and look around. All the adults have disappeared leaving me, Donald, and the scrawny boy. Donald just stands there until his driver calls him over, he walks steadily. The scrawny boy has is gaze now trained on a tire before stepping into the car. I step into the car thinking as though something brushed my hand.
New car smell wafted my face as I entered the car, the leather seats squeaked as I sit down. I pull on my seat belt as we pull out of the parking lot. I look up when I hear the distinct sound of helicopter blades. I see the bird lift up and I realise that this was the other means of transportation that Barton had mentioned. Lucky bastard, how cool would it be to ride in a helicopter. I turn my attention to the driver.
"Hello," I say coolly.
"Hello Miss Freya," A voice not belonging to the diver says.
"What?"
"I'm Jarvis, I am the intelligence system guiding this car currently."
"Then whose this," I say as I put my hand on the drivers shoulder which goes directly through, "Whoa!"
"This is simply a hologram."
"Great," I whisper under my breath. I turn my gaze to the window where the city streams by. This has been an interesting day. I drift off thinking about Donald. He seems so sweet. I am only brought down from my cloud when I can feel a hand on my shoulder. I flinch away when I realise there is no one there just empty air. Slowly I begin to see a shape, then features then suddenly it's Donald.
"I-I… What," I stammer.
"Hi!" He says cheerfully.
"Not to be rude or anything but why are you here?" I ask slowly.
"Well I don't see why we couldn't ride in the same car together and I wanted to continue our conversation," He says, his smile fading.
I laugh, "How'd you even get in here?"
"Well you see I can multiply myself and turn myself invisible! I can even jump from body to body. Watch," He says as he grabs my hand. He seeps away, I can still feel his hand but now he's in the front seat then his hand vanishes. He turns around smiling from the front seat. Then there's another one of him sitting expressionless next to me. The one disappears in the front seat and he's back where he started, grinning at me.
All I can manage to say is, "Wow."
"Wait are you the one I hit with my bag?" I say in shock.
"Yeah! You hit me pretty hard too!" He laughs, "Oh and another thing, I can read minds."
I can feel my face go hot and my heart quicken. He must have been listening to when I thought about him. How embarrassing. I could see a bulge forming on my thumb a leaf threatening to push it's way out.
"I won't do it again I promise," He says softly.
I look up at his beaming face and give a little giggle, "That was amazing!"
"Well, what can you do that's so special?"
"Nothing in particular," I say rubbing my finger over the bulge in my thumb.
"Well you must be able to do something otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Nothing of importance."
"Oh," He says. I have this magical ability to make things awkward, I think to myself.
"Donald I think it would be time you returned to your own car," Jarvis says over the silence.
"Alright see you later," Donald says while vanishing not leaving me the chance to say goodbye