Chained Heat

Chapter 4

The two of them didn't enter Oregon that day.

After an hour of driving or so, Beck had suddenly panicked and drove out of the road, parking the car behind the trees. He had explained that there was no way they had killed Steve Rogers since they only had pushed him out of the way a little, so that must have meant that he had survived and called the cops after them. And if the cops new this car they were in was stolen, they would be waiting for them. So, Beck's great plan was to hide in the woods - because who in their right mind would park here - until the next day, when the cops wouldn't be looking for a specific stolen car so closely. Peter thought Beck was being a bit paranoid, but he wasn't the one behind the wheel, and if he was honest, he didn't mind falling asleep in this car. He'd rather sleep than enter Oregon only to find out that the police would be there to ask about their licenses.

To his surprise, another hour passed when an ambulance and a police car drove past them, not noticing the parked car in the woods. And as suspected, another hour later the ambulance and the police car passed them again, most likely heading towards Oregon where they suspected Steve Roger's car had went. Beck started smirking proudly, saying he had 'outsmarted the cops'. And Peter had to admit that hiding had been a good plan.

But spending a whole day in a car wasn't such a good plan in his opinion. For a few hours they just listened to the radio, singing to the songs they knew the lyrics to, then listening to a broadcast and pretending to be guests on the show. Then it was time for a bathroom break, which Peter doesn't want to talk about. Then, they had locked the car and went for a walk, just to see what was nearby. To their luck they found a lake so small that it would only take a minute to swim from one side to the other. They washed their faces and hair, then their hands. Then they had lifted their shirts up as high as possible - they had taken their free arm out of their shirts and jackets, and lifted those fabrics above their shoulder so most of their torso was exposed -, and had started washing themselves the best they could. Beck had been bold enough to wet his hand and move it down his pants to clean himself from there. Peter put his hand down his boxers only once before feeling embarrassed. He wasn't like Beck - He did mind if someone was watching him shit, piss or wash himself.

When the night finally came, the two of them were too energized because they had both taken a nap earlier, simply to pass the time. Beck had suggested they play poker. Peter had said they didn't have any cards, and he didn't even know how to play in the first place. Beck explained the rules, and then said they can play without the cards. But remembering the whole card deck you're supposed to have in your hands was impossible, especially when Beck would pull out a Pokemon card and claim he won the game. Peter had turned his hand into a pair of scissors and pretended to cut the invisible Pokemon card in half and saying he had won instead. And then they played rock, paper and scissors until their arms grew tired.

They woke up somewhere around 10 AM when the car suddenly felt too hot to sleep in. Both of their necks were aching thanks to sleeping in a bad position, and their handcuffed hands felt so numb that for a moment Peter thought his fingers were going to fall off. After some stretches and weak breakfast that had to be eaten or it would have turned old tomorrow, they felt safe enough to continue their drive. It took them a while to get the car back on the road - Beck bumped the car against a tree and refused to take any criticism on his driving skills -, but soon they were back on the road, heading towards Oregon.

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"Park over there. There's a spot."

"Peter, if you think I'm gonna fit in there, you've got another thing coming."