IT FELT LIKE SHE hadnocontrol of her body whatsoever. It was like her head was in the clouds and words and giggles were just spilling from her lips without her permission. She'd never had an out of body experience before but if she had she bets it would've felt alot like this. God, what did those Russians fucking do to her and Steve?
She feels so disconnected from reality that it's ridiculous.
She was thrown into a small box at the back of a cart along with Steve, she heard the sound of keys jingling closeby and then soon she was thrown backwards as the place she was sitting in started to move at what felt like lighting speed. Her head smashed against the wall and she groaned.
"That hurt." She whined loudly.
"Jesus! Slow down!" Steve exclaimed with a hiss of pain as his skinny legs bumped into hers in the small space.
"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?"
"It's Indy 300." Steve corrected her.
She frowned, "You're wrong, it's 500."
"It's 300!" Steve said loudly holding up three fingers.
Her eyes widen in excitement, "Let's just say a million!" And just like that the two of them burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
Just as she was catching her breath she was reeled back into the metal wall behind her and she groaned as her headache began to worsen.
"You guys okay back there?" Dustin asked, Luna and Steve groaned in reply. "They're fine." She heard Dustin say. Pretty soon she heard clicking and the doors of the small box were opened, she saw Dustin, Robin and Erica standing outside of it. "Come on, we gotta go." Luna just squinted as she slowly leaned up on her elbows, her arm bumping into Steve's sharp boney arm. "Now! Let's go!"
"Come on! Get out!" Erica yelled as she and Dustin pulled Steve out of the box.
"Hurry up, guys!" Robin yells as she yanks Luna out of the cart.
