Nick Fury's P.O.V
As I was driving to Washington D.C after my meeting with the council I knew something was off by the way two policeman were looking at me. Of course to find out only seconds later it turns out they weren't cops at all.
As I drove through the intersection I was smashed into by another car on my right and then once the airbags were deployed another car had slammed into the back of me while the fake cop car clicked into reverse and smashed up the bonet and I almost missed the fourth car that collided with the other side.
Immediately I knew my arm was broken but before I could process that, a hoard of black SUVs pulled up around me and began shooting at my car. Thank god for the bulletproof glass and exterior.
"get me out of here" I commanded my car.
"propulsion systems offline" it replied.
"Reboot them!!" I yelled into the com interface.
The car began calculating how long it would take to start up and was counting down on how much longer the windows would last.
Finally, it was ready. But I told the car to wait until the perfect time.
And it wasn't until the window became a mosaic of cracks that I said fire.
The machine gun unfolded itself out of the center console and I began knocking out each of the groups one by one with both bullets and grenades.
"propulsion systems online" the car exclaimed.
"put them on full acceleration, Now!!" I yelled "initiate vertical takeoff"
"flight systems damaged" the car replied, sounding almost sorry.
"Then activate guidance cameras!!" I said getting annoyed with the useless car.
But I had to put my annoyance aside when I realized that I needed to get out of here and I now had a small head start.
"put me on the phone to Maria Hill" I called into the car radio as it began to slowly lift off the ground.
"communication damaged"
"WELL WHATS NOT DAMAGED?" I cried getting overwhelmed by frustration and panic.
"The air-conditioning is fully functional."
I rolled my eyes at the clear indication to Starks sarcasm.
Once the whole car was anxiously hovering above the wreck I landed back on the road and slammed my foot on the accelerator into Seventeenth Avenue.
The two 'police cars' were right beside me and began firing but I leaned back and kept out of the firing line.
"I need to get out of here" I said to myself.
But that's when I saw two figures, most likely men because of the build, and one of them jumped up onto on to the top of the tunnel and landed so smoothly after a backflip I almost applauded but the other grabbed out discs from his belt and threw them precisely to land underneath my car, exploding and flipping the car onto its roof as it skidded into a tunnel.
I could hear two pairs of feet coming towards me but hastily removed my seatbelt and climbed out of the opposite side and climbed down into the drain pipe.
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