[ Eddie pauses in front of the Doctor Badass sign, gives in to one of his intrusive thoughts and flips the “out” sign to “in” before slipping though the door. He has no idea who Doctor Badass is or could have been, but he can appreciate the sense of humor. If anything, it leaves one very annoying calling card that someone was probably here. ]

I mean, I could write you a list. Might get kind of long, though.

[ And maybe he will, because, no, it’s never just Judas Priest. Eddie can come up with an infinite amount of music he’d like to hear added to that jukebox, and he can’t help but grin just a little about the fact that Steve has realized as much.

He stops for as long as he can to poke around the bunker—just long enough to try read the spines of a few of those books, but it’s never more than a moment or two so Steve doesn’t slip too far out of sight. And it’s really rather interesting how willing he is to follow Steve, because ordinarily, he might balk at the sheer unknown of—well, all of this. He doesn’t know where this tunnel goes or where this entire trip is leading, but he know that he puts a hell of a lot of trust in Steve, and that’s enough to keep him from jumping out of his skin.

Eddie’s eyes widen as they step through that door. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s not this—a garage packed full of beautiful classic cars, the likes of which he’s really only seen in the movies. ]

Whoa—wait--holy shit.

[ It’s true, they’re not really on the same when it comes to cars. The way Eddie feels about beautiful guitars and new gear is probably the closest comparison to how Steve feels about cars. But o matte the difference, it doesn’t mean that this sight isn’t absolutely incredible. ]

Jesus Christ—what

[ He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head as he peers out a the sheer cavalry of cars before them. ]

You’re telling me this has just been here this whole time?