Roadtrip psl

[behexed]

[Wanda pulls into the garage of Bucky's building to meet him at his request. She was surprised to get the call but she wasn't mad. She'd been hiding out on her own for awhile now, and it was starting to wear on her. A change of scenery and some company wouldn'tbe unwelcome]

Comments

[leftcold]

I'd say I was driving before you were even born, but it would probably prove your point, huh?

[behexed]

[Amused]

Just a little bit.

[leftcold]

Not that I mind letting you drive, but you might regret that stance eight hours from now. Or eight days.

[behexed]

[She tilts her head thoughtfully]

I wonder if I could let my Astral form drive.

[Wanda, no]

[leftcold]

If your what could drive?

[Wanda, no.]

[behexed]

Think of it as...a magical form of myself that I can project to do things while I rest.

[leftcold]

Yeah, if it comes to that how about let me drive.

[behexed]

All right, if you insist.

[no magical driving on this roadtrip]

[leftcold]

I think this I'm going to have to.

[behexed]

I'll let you know when I get tired. Don't worry.

[leftcold]

[Bucky nods. He doesn't really have an answer to that so he settles in, making himself comfortable. Moving his seat back a little further.]

[behexed]

[Glances at him as he pushes the seat back.]

Comfortable?

[leftcold]

Yeah. Why?

[behexed]

It's the second time you've adjusted your seat.

[leftcold]

Just enjoying the leg room.

[behexed]

I see.

[That's some sort of man thing isn't it.]

There's an exit ahead. Do you want to stop for some lunch?

[leftcold]

I wouldn't mind something to eat. Maybe a sandwich?

[behexed]

A sandwich and something to drink would be good.

[leftcold]

Maybe something sweet too, to finish up.

[behexed]

Sounds good to me.

[Pulling into the exit lane and getting off the interstate]

[leftcold]

You you want to find somewhere to eat? A park or something.

[behexed]

We could. Don’t want to be cooped up in a diner?

[leftcold]

More likely to be recognized if we're in doors.

[behexed]

You do have a point.

[leftcold]

I'd rather not attract too much attention.