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thecapitol2015-04-06 11:23 pm
shenunigans) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-06 11:23 pm
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Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Who| Dave and Tony, Dave, Tony, Sam and Bruce.
What| Tony gets a fancy car as a victory present, decides teaching Dave to be a man one step at a time is a good idea. Along the way, The Falcon and The Hulk join and it becomes Dave's self insert friendfiction.
Where| The STREETS my friend.
When| After Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| TEEN DRIVING!!!!!!!
[For Tony.]
The seemingly ironic Father-Son bonding has taken a more sincere turn lately, Dave thinks. He never means for it, and he's pretty sure Tony doesn't either, but they wind up hanging out enough that he could almost buy into the rumors. He'll probably never get over the fact that he's close as he'll ever get to one of his most iconic role models, so he soaks up the attention like heavy duty paper towel. Somehow, in doing so, he managed to wrangle in an afternoon with the new Victor Tony and his new Capitol Sponsored Sports Car. Dave isn't a car person, but even he knows this is beautiful. The paint job looks better than his face ever could, the seats are that fancy leather that means business and the pine needle air freshener is only a little ironic given the Arena they just came out of.
He's gonna smell like new car for days.
They've been cruising a little while, heading into less densely populated areas while Dave flicks obsessively through the radio while making a running commentary on damn near everything happening. He studies Tony carefully, eventually making his most astute observation. "Must be nice. Driving." He lets himself slump a little in his seat, perfectly aware of his dramatics. "Isn't it the American Dream? Getting your license, miraculously affording a car, picking up ladies?" Take the bait, damn it.
[For Tony, Sam and Bruce.]
Rome wasn't built in a day, so it's not really a surprise that Dave hasn't quite mastered driving. Tony isn't an awful teacher, even if he's somewhat unconventional. Dave isn't the best learner either, but there's no lack of trying. He will master the ability to cruise along in this sexy, sexy car that he could never in a million years afford and doesn't own anyway. It causes some of his skittishness when it comes to driving, so he occasionally lurches forward or hits the breaks too fast and too hard. It's the driving equivalent of a stilted conversation, but he's gaining confidence.
"Hey, check it out." He mutters at Tony, nodding toward Sam and Bruce waltzing along the street as they reapproach the Tower. Without more than that warning, Dave is hitting the button to wind the window down so he can lurch to the world's most inelegant stop while simultaneously honking the horn. For a moment he looks visibly jilted, but he forces himself to be smooth as he points coolly at Sam and Bruce.
"Ooh, looks like a couple of troublemakers here." He moves to lean out the window. "How much for flying science lessons?"
What| Tony gets a fancy car as a victory present, decides teaching Dave to be a man one step at a time is a good idea. Along the way, The Falcon and The Hulk join and it becomes Dave's self insert friendfiction.
Where| The STREETS my friend.
When| After Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| TEEN DRIVING!!!!!!!
[For Tony.]
The seemingly ironic Father-Son bonding has taken a more sincere turn lately, Dave thinks. He never means for it, and he's pretty sure Tony doesn't either, but they wind up hanging out enough that he could almost buy into the rumors. He'll probably never get over the fact that he's close as he'll ever get to one of his most iconic role models, so he soaks up the attention like heavy duty paper towel. Somehow, in doing so, he managed to wrangle in an afternoon with the new Victor Tony and his new Capitol Sponsored Sports Car. Dave isn't a car person, but even he knows this is beautiful. The paint job looks better than his face ever could, the seats are that fancy leather that means business and the pine needle air freshener is only a little ironic given the Arena they just came out of.
He's gonna smell like new car for days.
They've been cruising a little while, heading into less densely populated areas while Dave flicks obsessively through the radio while making a running commentary on damn near everything happening. He studies Tony carefully, eventually making his most astute observation. "Must be nice. Driving." He lets himself slump a little in his seat, perfectly aware of his dramatics. "Isn't it the American Dream? Getting your license, miraculously affording a car, picking up ladies?" Take the bait, damn it.
[For Tony, Sam and Bruce.]
Rome wasn't built in a day, so it's not really a surprise that Dave hasn't quite mastered driving. Tony isn't an awful teacher, even if he's somewhat unconventional. Dave isn't the best learner either, but there's no lack of trying. He will master the ability to cruise along in this sexy, sexy car that he could never in a million years afford and doesn't own anyway. It causes some of his skittishness when it comes to driving, so he occasionally lurches forward or hits the breaks too fast and too hard. It's the driving equivalent of a stilted conversation, but he's gaining confidence.
"Hey, check it out." He mutters at Tony, nodding toward Sam and Bruce waltzing along the street as they reapproach the Tower. Without more than that warning, Dave is hitting the button to wind the window down so he can lurch to the world's most inelegant stop while simultaneously honking the horn. For a moment he looks visibly jilted, but he forces himself to be smooth as he points coolly at Sam and Bruce.
"Ooh, looks like a couple of troublemakers here." He moves to lean out the window. "How much for flying science lessons?"
Re: [For Tony]
Once he got into a comfortable groove however, Dave was starting to bug him. Not in any terrible or awful way, more like a television show in the background that was just too loud to ignore any longer.
"Driving is nice. Really, nice actually." He doesn't take his eyes off the road as he starts. "You know what would make it better?" He gives the teen a quick glance. "If you left the radio alone." he looks back out on the road as he easily slides the machine around a bend. He's no street racer and he's hardly drifting around the corner. But it's obvious with every shift that Tony really knows how to handle cars.
He's also not stupid and knows exactly what Dave's getting at, but doesn't bring it up. He sets them driving down a long straight road, just waiting for the inevitability of Dave touching the radio again.
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Tony. Not a surprise at all, and Sam isn't sure if he's more relieved that Dave isn't driving alone or amused that Tony is the one teaching him. He raises his eyebrows at Tony before straightening back up.
"If you gotta ask, it's more than you can afford," he teases. "Where did you get a ride like this?"
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Dave gives Tony a pointed look out of the corner of his eye, just so he knows that this is all his fault and he never should have told him to stop. His eyes, however, are on a more valuable prize. He pulls himself up from slouching, turning to look properly at Tony.
"Have you ever taught anybody to drive? I'm asking for a friend." With his totally innocuous question, of course. "It's probably like. Super convenient. And easy. If they let rednecks drive, it's probably no big deal." Hint hint.
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"Is this your first time on the road, Dave?" Please tell him that Tony didn't have him drive on the street for his very first time driving ever.
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"No."
Is all he says before he slams the break, pulls the hand break and wrenches the wheel on the quiet road, sliding the car around in an arc, coming to a stop facing the direction they came perched on the edge of the road. With an eyebrow raise he turns to Dave.
"I'm guessing your 'friend' would like to learn?"
It comes across more as a taunt then a question, because Tony's really confused that Dave thought the 'for a friend' line would even work on him.
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"Uh. Gift, actually." Tony says to answer Sam and Bruce, as he runs a hand through his hair and get comfortable in the seat again. "Also, is there really any point in answering that keenly obvious question?" He then moves to try and loosen the seatbelt he's wearing as it's decided to hug him tighter since his sat back, as if it's worried for his life with Dave behind the wheel.
"I mean, they have to learn young, right? Who better to teach him than me?"
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"I've been on roads before." He says casually, shifting back in his seat a little so he can ooze confidence. "The man has a point. I am young, time is linear, driving is an important skill." He nods along before perking up again, craning his neck through the window toward them. "So how 'bout it, ladies? Anyone in the mood for a field trip? We have bluegrass music and fine corinthian leather, take a seat."
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Okay he's most likely seen worse, but with a weaker bladder he could have been cleaning some corinthian leather with tissues and a sorrowful look. But enough about that, Tony Stark is asking him a question and he needs to act cool about it.
He folds his arms over his chest, sinking down into his seat to act as casual as possible. "Probably." Yep, nailed it. "I mean, it's a life skill. Could probably save my life. I mean his life. Ah, whatever, we knew that was bullshit. Point is, you have absolutely nothing to lose from this." He sounds far too sure about that.
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He says, his face is blank but he's clearly amused at how hard Dave's playing it cool. After all he still remembers his first lesson and playing it cool before isn't going to help you. "Get out."
He gets out of the car himself and starts to walk around the car, fully expecting Dave to be in the drivers seat long before he finally gets settled in the passenger side.
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But it's too late, Tony is getting out and he needs to get out too. He can only hope he isn't going to jump back in and drive off on him? Okay, he doesn't. This is happening. He's in the driver's seat now and it's all weird and warm and it just seems terribly wrong somehow.
"Alright, sensei. What now?"
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Tony says without too much of a thought, but then he's designed then and knows how they can be a pain in the ass.
"Right, belt on, make sure you can see the back of the car in all the mirrors. Then. Turn it on, and step on the clutch."
He feels kind of proud that he actually ignored Dave's Sensei remark for a change.
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He says that in a low, determined voice that he rarely uses with any real seriousness. His expression is stern with concentration and he very carefully follows the instructions. He presses his foot gingerly down onto the clutch, just barely glancing toward Tony for further guidance.
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"Who am I to turn down the chance to go along with such a momentous occasion?"
Besides, he can pretty much guarantee that no matter how bad a ride this ends up being, he'll have been on worse. Assuming this isn't the one potentially terrible decision that ends up with him getting killed, anyway.
"But if I end up with whiplash, someone's buying me coffee to make up for it," he warns as he climbs into the car.
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He climbs in after Sam, and he's very sure to put on his seat belt. "Does you need the Capitol equivalent of a learner's permit for this, Dave?" If there even is something like that? He can't imagine the Capitol is too eager for there to be untrained drivers going through their streets without some kind of licensing system for learners.
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He looks over his shoulder at Bruce as he brings up licenses.
"No one's stopped me to ask for one. Sure as hell didn't bring my license with me when they brought me here." That being said, he actually never took his license with him anyway when he drove. People knew who he was so what was the point?
"Also, whiplash coffee is on Culkin, here." He gestures to Dave before adding. "Don't forget the clutch." to the boy as he adjusts his sunglasses.
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Tony idly watches Dave get himself ready looking generally disinterested.
"That's the pedal that's going to help you change gears. If your foot isn't on the accelerator it better be on that, or you're going to stall. Now. Easily. And I mean easily don't just take it as a general idea, swap pressure between the gas and the clutch. Then, if all goes well you'll start rolling forward."
Tony might be a reckless smartarse who acts like he never takes too much seriously outside of the arena (Or in it half the time). But he knows all too well how dangerous cars can be to people outside and inside them, so despite how he's carrying himself, he has every intention of taking this seriously.
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"I was thinking ice cream." He adds, a little more subdued as if he suddenly feels childish for saying that much out loud. "Or froyo. Do people still do froyo?" Would anyone in this car even know if they did?
"I know, I know." He mutters under his breath, shifting himself before he gets into the process of driving again. Jittery, maybe, but much smoother than his attempt at parking.
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"One small step for man.." He starts, fiddling his hands around as he gingerly presses down on the pedal before dropping his foot down and jerking the car forward. It spooks him enough to earn a grunt, but he's done scarier things in his life, so..
"One giant leap for mankind. Huh. Easily, you said..." He'll try again, far more careful to apply the pressure properly so they can start to roll properly. "Okay. We're moving. We're moving. What do we do when we're moving?"
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"Careful until confident. I think an instructor said that to me once. Or I'm making it up." He mutters dismissively, then gestures to the indicators. "Flick that up then start moving onto the road. No one's around so don't worry about hitting anyone, but double check your mirrors before moving out anyway."
He's keeping a casual air of nonchalance, but he's watching Dave's every move from behind his own glasses. The kid was nervous enough and him obviously making sure he does it right isn't going to help him at all.