Never Gonna Stop Me (Resilience Book 1) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

Whoop! Chapter 8!

Partially inspired by the beautiful '67 Shelby Cobra!

Enjoy!

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Sam

 

Two hours later and we were driving from Brooklyn back to headquarters. I was feeling a little light-headed and my back was a bit sore, but Bruce had explained that that might be a side effect. My legs felt weird, I had control over them, but I still needed to concentrate more than I used to have to. But I didn’t really care. I hadn’t stopped smiling since the procedure. The feeling of my socks and trousers on my skin was odd, but amazing. I had changed after the procedure, donning a pair of jeans and a sweater over the short black swim-shorts and cut-off black tank top I had been told to wear for the procedure.

 We were in Tonys’ Maserati Gran Cabrio, driving through New York with the top down. I gingerly ran my fingers over the soft interior of the car and sighed. ACDC played through the speakers, being swept away by the speed. I leaned forward, poking my head around Tonys’ headrest.

‘I love your car!’ I said, before sitting back, giggling at the speed at which we were flying through the streets of New York. The guys all laughed at me and Tony looked at me through the rear-view mirror.

‘Sam, welcome to the family of petrolheads.’ He joked. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

‘Tony, I’ve been in that family since I was six!’ I shouted back, my voice being carried away by the wind. He heard nonetheless and laughed. We flew through empty back streets, in a blur of royal blue and white racing stripes, until we pulled up at Stark Towers. On arriving in the garage, we all stopped and looked at a large black Cadillac, sitting in the middle.

Tony parked the Maserati and we all climbed out, Steve offering me his arm to help me on my still unsteady legs. I looked at the Cadillac and saw the small SHIELD insignia, stuck on the rear window. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the now worried faces of the three men around me, sending each other encoded looks as we walked towards the elevator. As we stepped inside, I had one last glance at the cars in Tonys’ garage, before slumping against the wall as we started to go up.

‘Sam!’ The guys called. Steve reached forward and grabbed me, holding me up.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked worriedly. I sighed dreamily in his arms, letting my head fall to face Tony.

‘Was that a ’67 Shelby Cobra?’ I asked him, smiling. He smirked and nodded, before his eyes went wide as I let myself go completely floppy in Steve’s arms.

‘I’m in loooovvvveeeee....’ I drooled. The three of them relaxed and Steve forced me to stand once more. He poked my side and I jumped away, squealing.