The Black Knightress (Back up for fulls)

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December 20 2015
Gas Station, Hawthorne NY
Sarah's POV

"Do you think that if you were to put a soda can in a toaster..it would create a bomb?" Sam asks

"Are you on something?"

"No, i'm on to something."

"I don't think it would be a good idea." Steve admits slowly

"I have a better idea." Sam nods

I promise he's not drunk, I think he's just stressed.

"What could that be?" I sigh as I take a swig of my lemonade

"Teach her how to ride your bike." Sam nods as he points to the hog

"I..I don't know if that's a good idea." Steve hesitates

"I didn't say it was good, I just said it was better." Sam snorts

"Why would you suggest that? She can drive a truck, a car, a hummer and probably a tank, but a motorcycle was always my thing." Uncle James states

"I drove The Soldier's a few times, I was good at not wrecking." I shrug

"Then come on."

I look at my father and my uncles, the thought of a tedious idea playing in my mind. Steve nervously hands me the keys and grabs my left shoulder, pulling me from the bench to bring me to the parking lot. We get to the bike, me climbing over then grabbing the keys from his hands.

"I guess he has a point. You might have to drive yourself to school one day, if you can drive this safely then i'll lend it to you." Steve sighs

"You trust me?" I chuckle

"I always have."

I shrug my shoulders and start up the engine as Steve climbs on behind me, making me very aware of where he is. Though, I feel a lot more comfortable with him than I do with anyone other than Nat or Uncle James..it's still a little uncomfortable to me.

Once I have the engine going, I lean forward for him to go with me. He puts his arms in a loose hold around me, keeping his mouth from being by my ears as if he knows that I want him to respect that.

I get the bike moving completely, driving around the parking lot pretty easily. I have some trouble with the speed bumps, but Steve gives me his fatherly advice to fix that.

"Alright, okay. Stop!" Uncle James runs out to stand in front

I come to a complete stop about two feet away from his body, Steve still holding on until it's safe enough for him to let go. I park the bike and get off, running to my old caretaker as he gives me a fearful look.

"What?" I ask gently as I jog to him

"I was scared." he admits in an embarrassed tone

"I'm okay, I didn't even fall."

"When did they teach you how to drive like that?" he checks me for injuries