⚠️WARNING FOR READERS WITH PHOTOSENSITIVE EPILEPSY GIF WITH FLASHING LIGHTS AT VERY END OF CHAPTER
——Sam Wilson —-
Another four hours into the car ride I've had about enough of fourties on 40 and listening to the two old men I'm traveling with belting every word of every song that comes on that aired before 1945. They sing in unison along with a song I've maybe ever heard twice because of some of the old timers that live in my home town loving the classics.
"I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the jiving and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!"
I don't think I can take this anymore I beg my two best friends though I know by now it's pointless.
"Can we please change the station?"
Bucky takes another sip of some old fashioned root beer we bought at a gas station and smiles from the back seat.
"Ah come on Sam lighten up! This mission could be so much worse yet all we've had to deal with is typical road trip movie hijinks."
It's true we've been stopped by a cop, harassed by a biker gang, and we even ran out of gas randomly and had to walk to the nearest gas station.
"True, but I'm so sick of this music!"
"What's wrong with it?"
"I don't know any of it!"
"Then we're definitely not changing the station you need to learn it! They're classics!"
"Oh is that why literally no one remembers them?!"
Steve interrupts our argument then.
"Would you two knock it off! we're almost there! It's that house about half a mile away."
Steve is pointing to a very unassuming farmhouse.
"That's it?"
Bucky chimes in saying exactly what I'm thinking.
"It doesn't exactly look that well guarded."
Steve shrugs.
"Well if this is supposed to be a road trip movie why would it be?"
Huh he's got a point. I know none of us know what to expect but I wonder aloud anyway
"So do you think the 'movie' will just end when we get there?"
Steve ponders this question for a second furrowing his eyebrows in thought.
"I'm not sure... whatever the case we have to make sure Rick is safe and keep him out of harm's way."
We finally pull into the driveway of the house there's no sign of anyone here from the outside. We cautiously get out of the car and walk up onto the porch. It's nice to be able to stretch my legs again after such a long drive. Steve hesitantly knocks on the door and we somewhat prepare for a fight solely because none of us really know what to expect.
A minute later a man timidly answers the door. I recognize that this is the hostage. His expression relaxes a bit as he observes us. He smiles looking at Steve. His voice is quiet, he's obviously traumatized from being kidnapped by an extra dimensional being, but he also manages to sound excited.
"You're... you're Captain America."
Steve laughs slightly at this.
"Sure am, we're gonna get you home."
He smiles fully at this. We have a talk with him asking him about anything he knows about the situation and figuring out which of us should stay here with him while the others go try to figure out where Mojo's control room is. We're at a loss trying to figure out where it is until there's suddenly a bright flash of light in the distance coming from one of the other houses.
Less than a second later there's an all out 'glitch in the matrix' the sky and several other features of the environment glitch out in different colored bars similar to what a television would display if the connection were suddenly lost. I'm the first one to comment on the overstimulating sight.
"Looks like someone beat us too it."
Steve nods and we start heading in the direction of the explosion we decided that it would be the safest bet to leave Rick with someone who has enhanced abilities to ensure his safety. The obvious choice between the two super soldiers was Bucky. Not that I can't hold my own well for an above average human but from sparing with the guy I know that, that serum's no joke. I'll do better tag teaming it with Steve.
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