I told you to go right

"...and that looks good there..." Doktor murmured in his German accent. I felt some stinging as he used a needle to sew up the gaps, but I didn't care: I'd be flying again! And I was augmented! "...aaaaand....oh. Well, that looks good. Up you get, mein human freunde." Doktor (Who shall now be known as 'Medic', because that's what he is/was), pulled me to my hooves, and dusted some congealed blood from my body. "Take a look at your über-wings!" I looked back, and saw that my wings had been replaced with a sleek pair of synthetic-carbon-alloy-insert-other-sciencey-words-here devices. I couldn't even feep that they weren't my original wings, probably due to the nerves being connected to them. They really worked well with my blue fur, and the tiny little beeping noises they made when I opened them fast reminded me of a sentry when it decides to turn you into a dead body. Even greater were the tiny green lights on the ends.
"Wow, thanks, Doktor!" I said cheerfully. At my exclamation of positive energy, the lights glowed brighter. "Mood lights?" I asked, looking to the white earth pony. He smirked, and nodded. "What're these made of, anyway? Thought this type of technology wouldn't exist in Equestria."
"Well, no, heh." he chuckled, adjusting his glasses with a bloodied hoof. "But I suppose I have Engineer to thank for these materials and advancements." He raised his right hoof, and gestured to a window with the lights on. Next to it was a door, leading into a room containing what I could only assume were disassembled BLU Level 3 sentry guns. Around them lay pieces of dispensers, and on a workbench was a teleporter blueprint. I was utterly in fangasms: I had been operated on by Medic, almost killed days before by two ponies that were extremely similar to Demoman and Engineer, and now I had wings that were made of disassembled BLU team equipment. It felt glorious! "So, where are you going now?" The question took me aback.
"W-Wait. You don't want some form of payment?" I asked. "I can give you money, if you want?" Medic simply raised a dismissive hoof and laughed.
"Nein, nein, no payment required." he laughed, before leading me towards the door. "Just knowing that my adventures aren't forgotten by now is compensation enough, and being able to practise surgery on a live subject is good, ja."
"Well, anyway, thanks Medic." I said politely, turning and shaking his hoof. " I hope my visits here are limited in the medical side, and more on the social."
"Ja, ja." he chuckled. "Oh, are you going to the wedding tomorrow?"
"Yep." I replied. "Also part of security." Medic smiled.
"Well, if some dummkopff shoots you, give us a call, mein freunde. Because the healing is not as rewarding for me as the hurting!" We both laughed at the joke, before wishing each other well and heading off to do our jobs/research/murder/doctory-things.

I found out a few minutes later that there was obviously more to these wings than I had thought. At first, I assumed striking a pose would get a few gasps of amazement at them, but it also meant that a powerful light, orchestral choir sound and fog machine activate an almost 'Meet the Medic'-esque light behind me. Plus, they saved my life a few times when I was heading for the coffee shop where the girls (minus Twilight, for some reason) and the boys had opted to meet me at. Several muggers thought it would have been intelligent to try stealing my new wings as I trotted through a few back alleys, each armed with some cheap gun, or a flimsy knife. Instead of catching me by surprise, my wings let out the sentry beep, and I think some ponies won't be walking for a while.
Anyway, once I reached the coffee shop, it turned out to be the same one I had a morning with Colgate at, and the one that had a slut of a waitress. I could see it was nearly empty through the windows, and that the others were sat at the back of the place. I decided at that moment to strike 'the pose' as I opened the door. A choir signalled my arrival, as well as a large amount of white light and some fog. I could hear the sound of 4 pegasi jaws dropping, and a small clap from the others. Satisfied my entrance was good, I went over and sat beside Rarity.
"Afternoon, all." I smirked. The pegasi jaws were still dropped. "What? Did Medic forget the doves?"
"Archimedes?" Fire said in his best German accent. We both laughed at the little pop culture reference, before the ever-opinionated Rarity joined the conversation.
"Well, darling, I think you look smashing." she said in her British accent, whilst tapping the metal framework. "They do look slightly heavy, though. Are you sure you can fly, dear?" That was a good point: Could I fly? I shrugged, stood up, and gave a few flaps. Each one propelled me easily into the air, and faster than they would with normal wings. I couldn't tell if Sky, Rainbow, and Inferno were envious of them, or ready to see how fast I could go. I sat down. 3...2...1...
"So, you think you'll be ready for a race?" they asked simultaneously. I laughed.
"Well, possibly." I snorted. "Depends how eager you are to lose."
"Well, let's go then, gearbox." Inferno smirked, gesturing to the door. The other guys nodded, and began to head outside. I followed them into the busy street. The nobles that recognised the Elements stuck up their snouts, but seemed unable to stop watching us as Sky, Rainbow, Inferno, and I lined up in the street. A few ponies stepped out of the way, while others slowly walked out of the way to keep their clothes fine. The cobblestone felt good on my hooves, and I knew that somewhere behind me, Luna was watching through her telescope, and probably smiling. Or frowning at the metal on my back. We all had some look of determination on our faces, and I could tell that some nobles had figured out what was going on and were pointing to us with other ponies, possibly voting for a winner.
"You ready to lose, Tin-Pot?" Inferno whispered from beside me.
"Come at me, Short Stuff." I chuckled.
"You have me as well, y'know." Sky added.
"And me." Rainbow said slightly loud. "Guess we can settle things like we used to, ya nutjob."
"Back atcha, Spectrum Head." I replied. Pinkie stepped in front, holdig a top hat no doubt plucked from her ass.
"You guys ready?" she said excitedly. We all tensed up, and set more determination into our eyes, because that does shit, right?
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"GO!"
There was almost an explosion of cobblestone road behind us as we all shot off at incredibly high speeds. At first, we were all neck and neck. The route was to Ponyville and back, which was probably about 2 hours at a calm pace, but about 5 minutes at these speeds. I kept pace, with different trails following each of us. Rainbow's was self-explanitory, Inferno had a crackling green energy following him, Sky had smoke, and I seemed to have a trail of what felt like fire, but was probably something TF2 related like a healbeam, minigun bullets, or some shit. Then came something unexpected.
As per fuckin' usual.
"Engaging über-drive." came a sudden female voice. We all looked at my wings in confusion, even me. They seemed to be unfolding the steel plates that made up feathers, and an orange glow began to emanate from within. "Have fun with the Schadenfreude! HORRIDO!" Medic's voice yelled over the speakers. A rather loud whining noise came from the engines, followed by a sudden burst of acceleration. I wasn't stopping any time soon, so-
BOOM
Behind me came a spectacular explosion of blue crackling electricity, also containing a ring of fire infused within the energy-wave. HOLY SHIT, I JUST DID THAT. THAT WAS BLOODY AWESOME, AND I REALLY SHOULD TURN AROUND, BECAUSE THAT SIGN SAID I AM ENTERING CROWME AIRSPACE! SHIT, THEY'RE FIRING AT ME.

"So," Celestia began at dinner, not even looking up from her newspaper with a bored look in her face. Occasionally, she'd lick her hoof and turn the page with it, but otherwise, beside her reading glasses, she had no readable expression. "How was your flight?"
"Good enough." I sighed, the lights on my wings turning blue with tiredness. "Until they sent missiles after me. When did they get that technology?" Celestia looked into her head for a moment, thinking, before looking back at her paper. The room was silent. "3 weeks ago. Plus, 2 days ago, there was some metal wagon pulled from the forest, containing some animal remains. We kept it here in case you wanted a look, because this aaaalllll started when you arrived."
"So, you found a car, then?" I asked. "I'll look after dinner. What colour is it, and did it have writing on the side?"
"No, no words. It was rusty, and red, plus full of tools." Ding.
"What did it have in the boot?"
"Boot?"
"Rear storage area?"
"...what?"
"The small compartment at the back of it?"
"Oh. Well, it had a few crowbars, some empty shotgun shells, an Austallion slouch hat, a dead raccoon, and what I can only assume are blood stains."
"Well, ya found my car." I chuckled. Celestia raised a brow. "What? Everybody over the age of 18 has one where I come from. Bring it to an open space, I can demonstrate whenever you need. Anything else you've found?"
"A painting of some woman with the name 'Mona Lisa' on the back..."
"Boring."
"...a few boxes with 'MANN CO.' written on the side that have probably been in that forest for a few centuries..."
"Don't have any keys for 'em, so go on."
"...and a sphere labelled 'Sputnik'."
"Fucking communists. That it?"
"Yes, it is. Anything interests you, let me know before we auction them away to fund the pony rebels in Camegypt."
"Alright, thanks Celly."
"Call me that again and I'll do what I threatened your friend Inferno with earlier this year."
"Err...which was?"
"Break your head with my boots."
"Good talking to you, too."
"Likewise, Tin-Pot."