★— A CRACK OF THE NECK as Steve rested under his bike in the SWELTERING heat from above. It was merciless, but he had much rather be in the warm than the freezing cold – and what a DAY for his bike to break down on the side of the road. As per usual no one was stopping for help, not that he was asking for it — which, by this point, he probably should’ve been doing.
Usually his bike wouldn’t take too long to fix, but this time around it was being a PAIN – everything was going wrong; this wasn’t even HIS bike, it was a short term replacement since his own was in Stark’s garage after a couple of AIM agents decided to take it for a joyride while he was infiltrating their base.
He GROANED with annoyance, pulling back and wiping his forehead with the back of his arm when he heard a familiar ROAR — and it wasn’t just any roar, it was the fierce noise of a familiar engine — unmistakable— as the car pulled up Steve waved his arm as though trying to flag down a plane.
❛ Reyes, you have remarkable timing!❜ He yelled, hoping that the rider would stop. There was always a chance he wouldn’t – but Steve had hoped he would have a little MERCY.
California deserts, a harsh, dry environment no one wants
to be stuck in, then again, heat never bothered Robbie anymore ever since he
became a source of it.
Though he still PREFERRED the comforting
feel of the air conditioning while riding through the blaze.
Dust stirred behind the tires of the Hellcharger, most like a dust storm, he did
enjoy the sight of it. Most pleasing to let his wheels roll with no limits like the
city he lived in, the highway being a place he frequented often to let steam off
when something bothered him. Something he wasn’t expecting though, was
an Avenger himself to try to flag him down in the middle of the heated asphalt.
Steve Rogers himself waving his arms at him as he goes 90 down a freeway,
a true madman, but Robbie would give him leeway.
Feet hitting the gas, his tires squealed with protest at the
action, completely passing Steve with the incapability of stopping. Robbie
jerked his steering wheel, letting the car turn and skid to a stop for the other.
The surprise of finding the man out in the middle of nowhere had him stepping
out of the lowriding car, slamming the car door shut and peeling off his helmet
he wore.
‘ Voy a ser damed, Steve Rogers, as I live and
breathe, what are you doing all the way out here, el capitán. ’
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