"Okay Pookie, put your hands at 9 and 3" Lin said as she put on her seat belt.
"Okay. Baba" Korra nodded nervously as she placed her hands on the steering wheel.
"Good job. Okay, now turn on the engine".
"WHAT"! Korra squeaked, turning to Lin, her eyes popping in alarm.
"What did you expect Pookie" Lin chuckled at the look on her youngest's face, "this is a driving lesson, we kinda need to turn on the vehicle kid".
"Well. When you told Mum you'd teach me to drive, I didn't expect you to actually let me on the roads with other people".
"Oh don't worry about it, you'll be fine" Lin smiled reassuringly, "now let's get this show on the road".
- - - - - -
The slamming of their apartment's front door was the first indication to Kya that her daughter and wife had returned home.
"Hey. How'd it go"? She asked as she looked up from the cake batter she was mixing.
"My social life is over" Korra grumbled as she grabbed the carton of apple juice from a fridge and took a sip.
"It can't have been that bad" Kya reasoned, slapping Korra's arm and offering her a clean glass from the draining board.
Korra rolled her eyes and took the glass, pouring out the liquid before saying, "Baba closed half the roads in the city, I was the only none police car there".
Kya face palmed, now she understood why her wife was so adamant to teach Korra, she had down right refused to teach Kuvira. "I'm sorry sweetie, what happened"?
Korra groaned as she hopped up onto the kitchen work surface. "She worked through scenarios with police cars going about 3 miles an hour around me. It was totally embarrassing".
"Lin"! Kya sighed as her wife wondered in, twirling her car keys around her finger.
"What"? Lin asked, "you know how bad Korra's ADHD is, I was just keeping our baby safe".
"I get that honey, but you can't wrap her up in bubble wrap forever".
"I can try" Lin grumbled.
"Baba. I'm not a kid anymore, you can't keep protecting me from everything" Korra reasoned gently.
"Oh. You're not a kid anymore ? Alright then, I guess you won't be needing that Disney plus subscription or naga plastered to your side 24/7"?
"You wouldn't" Korra glared up at her mother, who smirked in triumph.
~Fin~
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Driver's License
At this point, he's not sure why it surprises him.
At this point, he should know that waking up alone and walking out into an eerily quiet common room is a tell tale sign of some antic - both your's and Sam's.
He should know better.
And he still doesn't. Still he languidly wanders through the Compound halls like there isn't a high probability of havoc being wreaked.
"You could just tell him?" Bucky hears Sam mutter from the garage, where he hears the two of you rummaging around after he'd spent the first half hour of his morning figuring out why he'd woken up alone in a cold bed and where you'd run off to.
"You're the one that told me not to!" you exasperatedly exclaim.
This peaks Bucky's interest. It peaks his interest enough to disrupt his peaceful, quiet morning by poking his head into the garage.
And sure enough, you and Sam are there, walking towards the key hanger filled with all the keys of the motor vehicles of the Compound.
Sam plucks his car key off the hook, turning back to you, "Because he-"
"Because he, what?" Bucky wryly interjects, his arms folded as he leans against the garage doorframe.
"Bucky!" Sam guilty exclaims, immediately throwing his hands behind his back.
"James!" you greet with an equally incriminating expression.
He stands up off the doorframe, taking a few steps into the garage. His eyes narrow in suspicion. Not real suspicion, he knows you and Sam wouldn't really hide anything important from him, but there's still a boatload of trouble that you two could get up to.
And his trouble radar is beeping off the charts.
"Uh, we're just..." Sam begins, nudging you to continue for him.
"Yeah, we were just...." you start, only to falter when you have no real excuse prepared.
"Okay, no, see, you hesitated. Now our excuse looks like a lie," Sam guffaws, hands still tucked behind his back.
"Well, it is a lie!" you retort, as though Bucky can't hear every word you and Sam are saying. "Unless you were going to tell him the truth?"
"Still right here," Bucky announces, waving his hand at the two of you. "Can hear every word you just said."
"See what you did," Sam hisses at you, once again like Bucky can't hear your hushed conversation. "Now he knows we're up to something."
You clear your throat, turning back to Bucky who waits with a smug look and his arms still impatiently crossed. And with your best innocent expression, you explain, "Uh, well, Sam's teaching me how to drive!"
"Why didn't you ask me?" Bucky defensively questions. "I would've taught you."
"Er...Sam?" you quickly prompt, looking away from Bucky.
"Don't put that on me! He's your boyfriend!" Sam deflects.
"You are no help," you pointedly whisper to Sam. Then, you turn back to Bucky who still waits with his arms impatiently crossed. "Well, not to throw anyone under the bus, but... Sam said you weren't a good driver."
"What!? I'm a great driver," he adamantly defends.
You take a few steps toward Bucky, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder with a reassuring, warm smile, "And I believe that!"
"Do you?" Sam mutters.
You scoff, turning back around to glare at Sam. "Of course I do!"
"You're also a really bad liar," Sam mumbles under his breath.
"Sam also called you an impatient old man," you accuse, fully throwing Sam under the bus.
"Uh," Sam sputters. "Wait, why am I even denying it? He is an impatient old man."
"Anyway," Bucky redirects, ignoring Sam entirely. "Why didn't you just ask Fury to help you out? I'm sure he could've pull some strings."
"I did," you definitively nod.
"And?"
"And he said, 'Don't waste my time. If you want a license, learn to drive.' So here we are," you shrug, gesturing to the garage.
Bucky's eyes narrow in suspicion, "How long has this been going on?"
"Just since yesterday."
"Oh," he sighs, a bit relieved that this hasn't been going on for that long. "Okay, well that makes me feel better."
"Well, since you're here, you can come with us," you eagerly offer.
"He can?" Sam questions.
"He can," you insist, widening your eyes at Sam.
"Yeah, pfft... of course he can," Sam halfheartedly agrees. "But I call shotgun!"
You jolt away from Sam's loud announcement, turning back to look at him with a strange expression."What do you need a shotgun for?"
Sam sighs deeply, rolling his neck to preemptively release the tension of this driving lesson. "I call front seat. It means I call front seat."
"Oh," you nod. "You could've just said that."
"Just get in the car," he snippily orders, tossing you his car keys.
"Right," you agree, easily catching the car keys.
You pad over to the driver's side of Sam's car, unlocking the doors and climbing into the driver's seat. As you sit in the seat, reaching for the lever to adjust the seat, you already hear them bickering.
"Move your seat up," Bucky grumbles as he climbs into the backseat.
"No," Sam refuses, buckling his seatbelt.
"Move your seat up," Bucky demands again, this time with a swift kick to the back of Sam's seat.
"No, you're not even supposed to be here," Sam retorts, swatting away the metal hand that grips the back of his seat.
"Not to interrupt or anything," you interject, before reminding them, "But no one's actually told me what to do yet. We're just all sitting in a parked car."
"Well, first, adjust your mirrors. Then, put your seatbelt on."
You double check both mirrors and once you've clicked your seatbelt in place, you turn to Sam with a proud nod, "Done."
"Then what?" Sam prompts.
"Then use the PRNDL to put in drive," you state with confidence, remembering Sam's extensive, hours long lecture about driving and rules of the road from the day before.
"Yes - wait," Sam falters. "I'm sorry, the PRNDL?"
"Yeah, that's what Peter called it."
"It's called a gear shift," Sam corrects.
"A gear shift?" you scoff, your face furrowing. "No...I think I like PRNDL better."
"Alright, well whatever you want to call it, just put it in drive," Sam instructs, doing his best to hold back an eye roll.
"Oh, wait, before we start," you say, pulling a flashcard from your pocket. "Do you mind just holding this up?"
"What is it?" Sam asks, grabbing the flashcard.
"It's a cheat sheet."
He examines the both sides of the car with a confused expression, "This just says right- brake, left- gas."
"I know, so I don't forget."
"Huh," Bucky mumbles under his breath, staring out the window, at what he's sure will be the last view of his long life. "So this is how I go."
"What?" you ask.
"I said, you're doing amazing, Doll," he quickly lies.
"Oh, thank you," you beam, blissfully oblivious to the way Bucky fastens his seatbelt and anxiously clutches it like a life preserver.
"Okay, just to get you comfortable behind the wheel, we'll take a lap around the Compound. No one's out driving so it'll just be us."
"Okay," you nod, nervously clutching the steering wheel.
"Okay, you can go now," Sam instructs again.
"Okay," you nod again, your foot still firmly on the brake.
"You can let go of the brake now."
You gently ease your foot off the brake. And the second the car slowly rolls forward, you slam your foot back down on the brake. Both Sam and Bucky lurch forward into the embrace of their seatbelts.
"That's okay. You're just nervous, totally normal," Sam gently assures you. "Just easy on the brake. We'll start slow, you don't even have to press the gas."
You take another deep breath, easing your foot off the brake again. "Yup, just a 25 year old that doesn't know how to drive. Totally normal."
"If it makes you feel better, Steve was over 100 when he learned to drive," Bucky offers.
You anxiously chortle, but his joke does relax you just enough to cautiously release the brake so the car actually rolls out of garage and begins its descent down the long driveway.
"Hold on, Steve didn't learn to drive in the 40's?" Sam incredulously asks, turning around to look at Bucky.
"Nope," Bucky chuckles, a smirk on his face. "It's still a bit of a sore spot for him. He was a little guy."
"Oh my God, that's hilarious," Sam snickers. "Is that why he drives like a grandma now?"
"Yup," Bucky agrees. a humor-filled smirk on his face.
"Hey, Sam, can you maybe tell me what I'm supposed to do now?" you anxiously ask, the car still slowly rolling down the paved road.
"Right," Sam nods, turning back to face the road in front of you. "You can give it a little bit of gas. Just follow the road, it's one big circle around the Compound, it's a piece of cake."
With the lightest amount of pressure possible, you toe the gas pedal. The car steadily accelerates this time, without violently throwing anyone forward. You hesitantly nod, pleased with your progress, "Okay."
"You see? You're doing it," Sam encourages.
You take another breath, relaxing your shoulders and loosening your death grip on the steering wheel.
After a few laps around the Compound road, Sam decides you're ready to drive in traffic. Or at least, the very minimal amounts of traffic of upstate New York traffic that surround the Avengers Compound.
"I don't know, Sam," you wince, reluctantly pulling onto the open road.
"Just trust me, you'll be fine. Just keep doing what you're doing, but a little faster."
"Yeah, it's not that bad up here," Bucky adds, his head poked between your and Sam's seats. "You remember that one time we drove around here, barely anyone around for miles."
"Oh, when we-" you abruptly stop.
"When you what?" Sam urges, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Nothing," you mutter.
"What did you guys do in my car?" Sam demands.
"Nothing!" Bucky swears.
"Hardly anything," you simultaneously assure him, only realizing that you said the wrong thing when Bucky's lips press inward. To suppress a laugh or a wince, you're not really sure which.
"Tell me, right now." But both you and Bucky remain silent, both wearing equally guilty expressions. Sam gives up on trying to pressure you into telling him, instead completely turning himself around in his seat to glare at Bucky. "You're lucky I even let you into my car. You tore out the steering wheel of my last one."
"You did, what?!" you exclaim, whirling around to look at Bucky.
"Eyes on the road," Sam loudly scolds, turning around when he feels the car swerve on the thankfully empty road.
You quickly swerve the car back onto the correct lane of traffic. "Sorry."
It remains painfully silent as Sam glares at Bucky through the sideview mirror.
Your eyes still on the open, seemingly never-ending road, you quietly offer, "If it makes you feel any better, we got it cleaned afterwards."
"That does not make me feel better!" Sam angrily exclaims, his arms firmly crossed in annoyance.
You hear him mutter something about having to get another new car thanks to Bucky. He keeps mumbling to himself and you can't quite make out what he says, but you can tell by Bucky's mischievous laugh that it's probably not anything good.
"Alright, just slow down, you're gonna turn here," Sam instructs, ignoring his own irritation to proceed with the driving lesson. "Just ease your foot on the brake."
You nod, doing your best to lightly tap on the brake.
It doesn't work.
Because in spite of your best efforts, the car choppily lurches sending Bucky into the back of Sam's seat and Sam forward, only stopped a few inches from the dashboard thanks to his seatbelt.
"Oops," you wince. "Sorry."
"Well, we've got three more turns to loop around. Practice makes perfect," Sam encouragingly remarks. Then he turns his head to Bucky with a taunting, triumphant huff, "That's what you get."
And though your driving skills don't get exponentially better, you feel slightly better behind the wheel once you pull onto the familiar Compound road.
"I'll park it. I think Tony would kill you if you scratched one of his cars," Sam interrupts just as you're about to pull into the garage.
"And... nailed it," you declare, finally throwing the car in park in front of the garage.
"I feel car sick," Bucky groans from the backseat.
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How to teach someone to drive
Featuring my younger brother who has anxiety and has already been a passenger in a car crash
I learned to drive in spite of my parents. They got me an online class (no video, just walls of text and clip art with quizzes) and sat in the car, but they didn't really do any teaching. I failed my behind the wheel test on my first go around. I wasn't gonna have my brother go though the same thing so this is how I got him able to pass his test with 0 faults on his first try in about 6 months (and my parents never even knew it was happening)
Make sure this is something they want to do or feel like they should do. It's very hard to learn to drive if you don't think you need to learn to drive. my brother was against driving but ultimately conceded that he needed to learn at some point even though he didn't like the idea of it
Use the right car. Don't use a big truck or something with weird or large blind spots. I hated driving my mom's volt because i sat way too high in it and couldn't see out very well which feed back to point 1
Link it in with a fun outdoor activity. Are you going somewhere? Plan to do driving afterwards. Do not spring this as a surprise. since your already out and about go for a drive.
Plan a route. Look on Google maps for some cul-de-sac or neighborhood where there is only 1 or 2 ways in or out. This will ensure they can't get onto a main road and also cut down on other traffic
Park the car and take photos of the mirrors from the drivers seat. Show them what you have centered in each. Have them adjust the mirrors to match the photo
Drive around the cul-de-sac. The first few drives will only be about 10 minutes long. Show were to stop at a stop sign. show when to yield. get use to accelerating and breaking gently. Do a 3 point turn and go the other way for some variety. reverse the car against the sidewalk for about 30 feet. parallel parking comes later.
Repeat step 6 until they are comfortable.
Plan a longer route. Use Google maps to find a different neighborhood that has more cross streets and route out a 20 min weave though the neighborhood. with android auto/apple carplay/a phone clip, seeing the route to be taken and knowing what turns need to be taken ahead of time will add purpose to the drive. it sucks to drive around aimlessly. always have a destination
Drive the longer route. This should only need to be done once or twice. Point out any new road signs and what the mean and what to check for
Find the driver's handbook for your state and send it to them. It's usually not more then a 10-20 page PDF with lots of pictures and is a very quick read. the next step is dealing with THE PUBLIC so they should know ALL the rules of the road
plan a route along a less populated multi lane road. something that gets up to 35-45 mph with low traffic. you know the type
drive the multi lane road. go over merging and practice changing lanes at speed. point out new road signs and have them keep awareness of surrounding cars. is there someone behind them that wants to pass? move over. is there someone beside you in the blind spot? are they in front with their signal on? let them in.
its time to start extending the driving time. have them drive to the destination/event or drive home from it. stick to back roads. do not use the highway. google maps has a setting to avoid highways. just follow that. parking lots will now be the new practice backing up
when the situation presents itself, practice parallel parking. its not on the test but its just so good to know. if you could pull into a parking space have them try and parallel park instead
register online for the behind the wheel test and have them drive the car to DMV to take the test
and thats it. in ~6 months only driving one day a week for no more then 2 hours, you can get someone comfortable with driving. going from not driving to driving is all about building confidence. the steps need to be small enough not to overwhelm and the stakes low at the start to make messing up inconsequential. and speaking of mistakes, unless the error is unsafe, do not point out an error until after the situation was passed. its overwhelming and stress inducing if you point out the error while its happening as they will try to correct it, usually slamming on the breaks which is less then ideal.
for example, if they go though a pedestrian crossing without checking for pedestrians (even when there are none), point out how they didnt check, the signs that were leading up to it, and make a point to call out the next one so they do check. on the other hand, if they are about to make a unprotected left on green with cross traffic, STOP THEM.
I hope some people find this helpful. driving is stressful at times. learning how to drive does not need to amplify that
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