“Gas pedal’s on the right, brake’s in the middle, emergency brake’s on the left,” Peter says lazily, waving a hand vaguely. “Have fun.”
Miles stares. “Peter, we aren’t even in the car yet.”
“Which way do I turn the wheel if I wanna back the car out to the right?” Miles says nervously, peering behind him. They’re practicing in a parking lot, and Peter is being Supremely Unhelpful.
“Opposite direction of what you’d normally do.”
“What does that mean?!” Miles yelps, accidentally stomping the gas and sending the car revving backwards. Both passengers scream and Miles hits the brakes.
“If you wanna turn right, turn the wheel to the left,” Peter yells over Miles’ hyperventilating.
“Oh thanks, that’s REAL HELPFUL,” Miles shrieks back.
“Which one’s the emergency brake again?”
“…Peter why are you asking me.”
“Why are we doing this now? You’re only thirteen, right?” Peter says, turning to glance at Miles. “Is the legal driving age different in this universe? ‘Cuz it’s sixteen in mine.”
Miles huffs. “I’m almost fourteen. And my dad says it’s best to get some practice in.”
“Isn’t your dad a cop?”
“Yeah, but he’s a cool cop.”
“AAAAAAAAAA WHY ARE WE ON THE HIGHWAY”
“YOU SAID THIS WAS THE RIGHT EXIT SO I TOOK IT!!!”
Peter grins as he steps out of the car. “Well, that was fun!”
“You suck, man,” Miles groans, tripping and nearly falling flat on his face.
“We should do that again sometime!” Peter says, cheerfully ignoring his mentee’s distress.
“How did you ever succeed as an adult.”
“Clearly, I didn’t.” Peter grins cheekily as he saunters out of the parking lot, wrapping an arm around Miles’ shoulders.
His smile grows slightly as Miles begrudgingly leans into him, still grumbling under his breath.