What do I do now?

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You wake in a jolt. Looking to your left you notice the bed is empty. Well, I guess Clint had something to go do. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you look over at the clock on your night stand. Glowing red numbers read 15:30. Damn I only have 30 minutes before I have to meet Dean.

*Guess I'll skip the shower I wanted.* You mumble while throwing off the thin blanket Clint must have placed over you when he left.

Dragging your ass out of the bed you can feel the soreness already from the morning swimming. You look down at the bruise on your thigh. It was getting darker, but you smiled at what caused it. You never thought you would ever be into such aggressive behavior. Somehow it was different with Clint. Pulling on a pair of running shorts and a tank top you grab your keys and head out the door. You will try to call him later. Don't wanna be late with Dean, or else Tony is gonna be on your ass. Walking up to the elevator you press the down button. Pulling out your phone you send a text to Dean.

~Where are we meeting?~

You go to put your phone away but pull it back out to send a text to Clint.

~I'm headed to PT, hope to see you later~

Your phone dings and you look to see Dean's reply.

~Meet me outside. I've got something to show you~

Oh boy, what now? You dont think you have the capacity to deal with any surprises right now. Oh well, you have to do this.

Thinking how you are going to have to find a way to prank Tony for all this once you've been released. You know he must be having a laugh at how much you hate all of this. The doors of the elevator open and you head out to the main lawn where you see Dean. He was in an intense conversation with Tony. You really don't want to interrupt, but Tony sees you and turns on his heel walking towards his car.

*What was that all about?* Walking up to Dean you can see concern on his face, but it softens when he sees you standing next to him.

*Oh...that's...uh..nothing. You ready?* He holds out his hand to you.

You take his hand in yours and feel yourself being pulled in the direction that Tony was parked.

*Do the right thing, Mr Winchester.* Tony hollers in your direction. Then you see a cloud of dust as he speeds off.

*What is going on?* Pulling back on his hand and planting your feet. *I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is this about?* Crossing your arms you force a frown on your face as you try to get some sort of answer out of him.

*That's...uh, well, that's the thing I need to show you. Trust me, it's nothing bad.* He gives you that crooked grin.

You feel your anger melt away. He is too adorable to be mad at for too long. Placing your hand in his again you start walking towards the underground garage. Most of the Avengers and the Sr agents kept thier cars down there, but Tony made an exception for you when you moved into the compound.

*So are we going for a ride?* You give him a side eye *I thought we were going running this afternoon.*

*Something came up that's a little more important.* He stops in front of a 1967 Chevy Impala. He opens the passenger door and turns to let you get in, smacking your ass before you get all the way in the car.

*Hey!* You shoot him a look of surprise.

*Don't act like you don't like it.* He chuckles and closes your door, then stepping around to the drivers side slides in and starts up the car. The loud roar of the engine gives you butterflies.

One things you can remember about your father was that he loved working on old muscle cars. In fact the last one he was working on was an older Impala. You can't remember much about your father, but his love for cars was a big chunk of those memories.

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