[OF COURSE I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE normally cars and motorcycles, but a truck wasn’t all that different. He could adapt. This much, at least, his inferior brain could figure out.
Rash as he was, even he knew that this wasn’t the kind of vehicle that ran at top speeds. Crank it any higher than say, 25 mph and pieces were liable to start falling off. Which made for an infuriatingly slow ride, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
At least the kid wasn’t at risk of falling out the back, going this slow.
He drives in silence for a good while, too busy with the mental task of kicking himself for being sentimental while also cursing God, the fates, and Peter Parker for the shit luck of ending up in this dump to begin with. Maybe this was hell. And maybe that’s what he deserved. But it was hard to imagine that everyone else did.
…Eventually, he speaks up again - a sharp bark aimed at the trunk.]
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Rash as he was, even he knew that this wasn’t the kind of vehicle that ran at top speeds. Crank it any higher than say, 25 mph and pieces were liable to start falling off. Which made for an infuriatingly slow ride, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
At least the kid wasn’t at risk of falling out the back, going this slow.
He drives in silence for a good while, too busy with the mental task of kicking himself for being sentimental while also cursing God, the fates, and Peter Parker for the shit luck of ending up in this dump to begin with. Maybe this was hell. And maybe that’s what he deserved. But it was hard to imagine that everyone else did.
…Eventually, he speaks up again - a sharp bark aimed at the trunk.]
Hey. What’s your name?