"Very well. I'd prefer to flank the car on foot, but I can drive. Take this. I'll be back. Yell if any of them come after you." Yes, on foot. Pietro would prefer to escort the car on foot. The reason why became quickly apparent: after offering the bat to Simon, the man was gone in a burst air and speed. The return took a little longer; about a minute, which was how long it took Quicksilver to locate an abandoned car and drive it the three blocks back.
It came barreling down the street at an equally breakneck speed, a small silver-white sedan with a cracked driver's-side window and a person-sized dent in the front bumper. No blood.
In spite of his reckless disregard for speed limits and stoplights, Pietro seemed to know what he was doing. The car turned and eased to a stop so that the passenger door was facing Simon.