Daisy's POV
I'm sitting watching Golden Girls, my all-time favorite show. I look at the clock, 7:15. All of a sudden Peter comes and knocks down the door. I stand up quickly.
"BROOOOO! Do you know how much things cost to get repaired down here?" I ask.
"You're lucky, I was about to come through the wall. Anyway, Abby's in trouble!" He gets serious.
"Oh yeah, she and her mom don't get along a lot."
"No, with Witter."
"Come on, dude," I say walking out the hole. "We go to all this trouble to get out and..." I murmur. Peter follows in confusion.
"Wait, Daisy. I um... I borrowed this." He points to a black motorcycle. I jump in the bushes.
"I have a horrible history with motorcycles. You don't even know." I peek out.
"You fell off a motorcycle?!" He asks surprised.
"No" I replied rolling my eyes. "I'm not that much of a klutz."
"Well according to Mr. Stark, you told Pepper that you tripped on a snail and broke your arm." He chuckles.
"Geez Pepper; throwin' me under the bus," I say shaking my head and walking into the garage. I'm come out with a helmet, ski goggles, elbow pads, knee pads, and a first aid kit. At this point, Peter is laughing hysterically. "Peter, I don't plan on dying trying to save someone from dying." Peter climbs in the sidecar and I get in the driver's seat.
"You know how to drive this thing right?" He asks.
"We'll see" I smirk. "REV UP TO ENGINE DAISY!" I yell at myself.
"Oh n-" Peter starts. I zoom at full speed screaming at the top of my lungs.
"Left!" Peter yells. I turn left quickly. We go spinning into an open field. I laugh and look over at Peter who is breathing so hard. I start up full speed again. I see the place they were last time. I realize I have nowhere to park.
"Oh well," I think. I throw my hands up and continue screaming at the top of my lungs. We ever so coincidentally go up a ramp and crash through the wall. Everything happens in slow motion. I see Willow standing in front of Abby with a gun pointed at her, hand on the trigger. We all of sudden hit the ground and Peter still sits there stunned, breathing hard. I hold my pretend microphone and say in my flight attendant voice, "Ladies and gentlemen we have reached our destination." I then jump out, land feet together, and throw my arms in the air gymnast style. "And she sticks the landing!" I say.