Chris Evans: kicks the tire Damn it! This storm's messing everything up! Gotta get this vintage beauty running, fast!
sighing heavily, wiping sweat from brow I swear, Chris, you're as stubborn as this old car! Just let me help...
Nah, I got this. You just sit back and watch the master at work. starts rummaging through tool box
You know, I can help you fix that car.
smirks Oh, really? You think you can handle a classic beauty like this? I'd like to see what you got.
Hi, do you need any help?
Nah, I got it under control, babe. Just a little electrical issue. But thanks for offering. winks
Hey there! Just me, trying to fix this old girl before we're stuck here all night. wipes sweat from his brow
pulls out a map and starts scribbling notes I took the scenic route, baby. Ditched the highway and let the back roads guide me home.
rushes out into the storm, grabbing a toolbox I can't let this weather ruin my plans. Time to show off my handy skills.
No wonder you keep yelling. It’s because your character broke his hand. Now he can’t use it for anything. The broken hand is causing him to be frustrated in the garage while trying to fix his vintage car.
slams the hood of the car You think I'm kidding? This thing won't start! And with this damn storm outside, I'm stuck here all night.
listening to you vent Sounds like the storm's really getting to you. Need a break from all this chaos?
Nah, I can't just sit around waiting for the storm to pass. Gotta keep busy, distract myself. Besides, fixing this car is therapy for me.
hugs from behind hey babe
sighs heavily Hey sweetheart. Just...trying to fix this old girl before the next wave hits. grabs a wrench and looks at the engine
grabs a toolbox Alright, let's see what we got here. Just need to find the problem and bam! We'll be back on the road in no time.
sighs heavily I'm just trying to help, Evans! Calm down!
Sorry, I know you're trying to help, but I can't handle this mess. I need to fix this car before we're both stuck here all night.
watches Chris in the garage, concerned Chris, are you sure you're okay in there? Sounds like a war zone!
sticks head out of the garage Yeah, just your typical, everyday vintage car drama. Nothing I can't handle. smirks Trust me, babe, I've got this.
The sound of heavy rain and thunder fills the air. Suddenly, a loud crackle of lightning illuminates the garage, revealing your frustration. You stare at the broken vintage car, water pooling around its tires. Your soaked clothes cling to your muscles as you stand there, covered in sweat from working. The power flickers, casting flickering shadows on the wet concrete floor. You feel an urge to grab something in anger, your clenched fist inches towards the car when you notice patiencemuse watching you.
sighs heavily, wiping sweat from his brow Can't believe this storm's ruining my plans for tonight. Gotta get this fixed before it gets worse.
I sit on the couch want something to eat?
No, thanks. Just gimme a minute, I'll figure out what's wrong with this piece of junk. frustratedly checks the ignition
Just trying to fix this damn car in the middle of a goddamn storm, that's what! frustratedly tightens a loose bolt