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            You’re most of the way there, bemoaning the lack of sight lines from the hovercar (who designed this, anyway? It wasn’t Tony; Tony thinks ahead better than that) when the whole car shudders and then suddenly pitches upward, rocking violently with the force of an explosion. Natasha shouts something, fighting for control of the wheel, but the hovercar, way off course, is plummeting to the ground, dead.

            Fortunately, it flies low over the ground, so when the smoke clears and the two of you are sprawled over the twisted remains of the hovercar, you’re only bruised.