The car ride home was, interesting. There were a few stops on the way there, and I found it boring, yet eventful. The stops were to keep the car clean and to give Tony a short break from the movement of the car.
"Stop the car! STOP THE CAR!" Tony gags out. Steve suddenly pulls the car off to the shoulder and Tony rolls out. I look over to see him expelling all the alcohol that he's had.
"I've never seen him this bad," Steve tries to whisper to Natasha, I don't let them think I'm listening because it's also the worst I've ever seen him be too.
"It might be the stress," Natasha replied.
"It might, but I don't know what to do." He looks at Bruce, who's out with Tony.
"I think he's passed out," Bruce shouts. Steve gets out of the car and help him get Tony into the car. "I don't think we'll need anymore stops. Sorry about Tony, Peter. I don't know why he's like this and I'm sorry that we allowed it,"
"You didn't mean for it to happen," I replied.
"That doesn't make it okay," Steve said. "We should have made sure this didn't happen. It was not appropriate and I will talk about this to Tony,"
"Okay," I mumbled. No one knows why this happens. But it does anyway. I don't know what to do other than look out the window as we start moving. The trees barley visible in the low light. My eye lids start dropping and I don't stop them. I drift to sleep while the car keeps driving towards our destination.
Author's note:
I know this chapter is short, sorry about that. I'm still in need of ideas. But I hope you like it anyways!
-Pinkie
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A New Place
Science FictionSpider-Man has been having a tough time lately, with school and the Stark internship, how will this get better? How will it get worse? I don't own Marvel or anything in it.
