[ well yes, obviously. it's the compartmentalizing of a soldier - there's a task at hand, and even the relief of knowing someone, of having an ally, is huge - they have to get through this, first. he has to make sure bob isn't going to accidentally hurt anyone, or himself, in the next immediate future. then can come whatever reunion it is they want to have.
but first - they have to stop the car. they have to stop this car. and without any way to get inside without sending the whole thing rolling off the side of the road, and without brakes or a way to get the windows down, john is running out of options. really, the easiest option would be to stand in front of the van and let it crash into him - but that would total the van, and if bob has anything close to the deal they offerred john at the start of all this, he'll still have to pay off the loan. and then he'll be without a ride, and further in debt. no, john's not going to destroy the entire thing. but he does have to stop it, and his options are limited.
bob yells something after him as he speeds off, but john doesn't really listen, his mind made up. he speeds off and sets his bike off to the side and settles in the middle of the street, focusing, and definitely not at all looking at the very much panicked expression of bob somewhere in the driver's side windshield. instead, john shakes himself off, loosening his shoulders, setting his feet.
and then the van speeds by, and john turns right at the last moment, tucking his hands under the bumper and back frame of the van and pulling. the force of it slides him a bit down the road, the weight of the van and the speed it was going threatening to pull john's arms right out of their sockets, but john grits his teeth, closes his eyes, and pulls - believing in the serum and the strength he's tested over the last year or so and just. the knowledge that this has to work.
the metal crunches under his hands, the bumper all but fully separating from the frame. the only reason the van doesn't just keep going without him would be because his other hand actually got under near the tire, but then something crunches and john winces a little.
it takes another fifty, maybe a hundred feet before the van actually stops - whatever rubber that might have been on the bottom of john's shoes lines the road behind them, too - but at least it does. john lets go, letting the van fall back to the road and bounce a little, and the tire closest to him makes a hissing noise as it rapidly begins to deflate.
its fine he got the serum for a REASON
but first - they have to stop the car. they have to stop this car. and without any way to get inside without sending the whole thing rolling off the side of the road, and without brakes or a way to get the windows down, john is running out of options. really, the easiest option would be to stand in front of the van and let it crash into him - but that would total the van, and if bob has anything close to the deal they offerred john at the start of all this, he'll still have to pay off the loan. and then he'll be without a ride, and further in debt. no, john's not going to destroy the entire thing. but he does have to stop it, and his options are limited.
bob yells something after him as he speeds off, but john doesn't really listen, his mind made up. he speeds off and sets his bike off to the side and settles in the middle of the street, focusing, and definitely not at all looking at the very much panicked expression of bob somewhere in the driver's side windshield. instead, john shakes himself off, loosening his shoulders, setting his feet.
and then the van speeds by, and john turns right at the last moment, tucking his hands under the bumper and back frame of the van and pulling. the force of it slides him a bit down the road, the weight of the van and the speed it was going threatening to pull john's arms right out of their sockets, but john grits his teeth, closes his eyes, and pulls - believing in the serum and the strength he's tested over the last year or so and just. the knowledge that this has to work.
the metal crunches under his hands, the bumper all but fully separating from the frame. the only reason the van doesn't just keep going without him would be because his other hand actually got under near the tire, but then something crunches and john winces a little.
it takes another fifty, maybe a hundred feet before the van actually stops - whatever rubber that might have been on the bottom of john's shoes lines the road behind them, too - but at least it does. john lets go, letting the van fall back to the road and bounce a little, and the tire closest to him makes a hissing noise as it rapidly begins to deflate.
but...hey? better than nothing? ]