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Hello! And welcome to another oneshot. Hope you're all doing well. Read! Enjoy! Review! (Yeah, I put that on these stories of mine a lot. But I figured that you can't go wrong with a classic.)
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The Driver
When she was shoved behind the steering wheel of the car and snapped at to drive, Hermione really hadn't a clue what these people were thinking. Thinking that they must be mad was an understatement. Absently, she put on Spotify and dialed up the Pina Colada song.
She was putting on her seatbelt, as she announced that everyone should put them on as well. Between the song she was nodding her head to and they fact she was now acting like a soccer mom with a carpool of teens, they too were certain someone in that car was crazy—and it wasn't them.
"Is everyone buckled up?" She looked into the eyes of the Hydra agent in the seat next to her. "It is for your own safety, after all." And proceeded to whip the car into traffic.
The four men in the car with her practically screamed like preschool girls at a scary movie when she proceeded to drive into oncoming traffic with someone double parked in front of her.
"I hate inconsiderate people who park like that, don't you?"
"Oh my god!" came from the man next to her, as he pointed multiple times to the bus in front of them—headed straight for them.
With two seconds to spare, she got them into the original lane they had been in.
"Oh my God, we're going to die!" came from the backseat, when she made a sharp left in front of a big rig.
Bopping her head to the new song playing on the radio, she said, "You know for men that go around acting all tough like you are, you are not living up to your reputation by screaming prayers like that."
Turning right, the four men screamed again. This time due to the fact that they had just turned the wrong way onto a one-way street.
"They just don't make thugs the way they used to," she murmured, tisking at their collective responses to her swerving in and out of traffic that was headed straight for them.
Two more streets later they were finally going with the stream of traffic—that is until she made another turn and began driving on the sidewalk…and stairs…and then into a glass entrance way straight into the Stark Building.
Parking the car, she looked to the shocked men. "And now you know why they took away my driver's license."
Getting out of the car, she walked past the security guards holding their guns out. Happy lowered his, snapping, "What the hell?"
"They made me drive!" She pointed to them stumbling out. A couple of them even threw up in the wake of the wild ride. "What was I supposed to do?" Sighing she looked over to them, adding, "Phil says I'm just not made for driving."
"Why is that?" he asked, even as the four men were being handcuffed.
"He says I lack common sense or any fear behind the wheel. Truth is that I just don't like it and I want to get to wherever it is I'm going in the fastest way possible." Smiling, she told him, "Regardless of just how that goes—and that last time was through a shopping mall."
"You drove through…"
"A mall? Yes, and straight into a Red Robin. Their mushroom burger is great, by the way."
"Right," he whispered, as he watched as Hermione walked away. He proceeded to say the one thing that popped into his head. "All those super powered people are nuts."
TBC…
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LOL! Needless to say, I truly enjoyed writing that one. I hope you liked it as well. Take care and I hope that you're having a delightful day.