The Ongoing Adventures of Blonsky/Chris: Part 5

[moralimperative]

life is like a mean machine, it made a mess out of me it left me caught between like an angry dream I was stranded-- I was stranded

For all their limited resources and the setbacks inherent to having to utilize such an indiscreet vehicle, they had managed to reach the middle of bumfuck nowhere before the Humvee called it quits; it rattled and sputtered and overheated before finally succumbing to whatever poor luck or lack of maintenance had driven it to the edge of its capabilities, coming to a stop along the side of a secluded road surrounded in all directions by nothing of note nor landmark, all trees and fields and undeveloped land. Of all the places for a breakdown, at least it offered the rogue soldier and his companion some amount of privacy before the ever-present threat of being caught up to once again.

Chris tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing expectantly over to the older man. There hadn't been much in the way of talking after they'd set out, this time; he didn't chance to break the silence here, either. Instead: a cautious dart of tongue to wet his lips, awaiting Blonsky's instructions (while already he began to dig through a mental catalog of automotive parts and problems, attempting to evaluate the probability that any of it might apply to the unfamiliar Humvee).

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[likeamonster]

Blonsky stepped out of their now downtrodden mode of transport and indicated with a nod Chris should follow. He was already thinking ahead. Best case scenario, it was a problem they could fix right off, or at least patch up until they got out of this seemingly neverending stretch of road. Worst case scenario, they were now without wheels, and that meant attempting something he hadn't in a week. Becoming that form wasn't the problem; it was maintaining control.

There was a hiss and a flood of steam when he lifted the hood. Still comfortably clad only in jeans, he began to assess what damage there might be hidden beneath the smoky cloud. No reaction to the pain as he held onto the overheated metal, and the burn marks went away the second he let go.

"Well. Doesn't seem too bad. So far at least." He shrugged. "Give it a few moments and see what you can do." He leaned against the furthest edge to give Chris the space he'd need.