SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him. you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...
**told in y/n pov**
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It was about 4am when I heard one of my windows shatter and my german shepherd, Nic, bark like a madman. I shot out of bed, not bothering throw on my pants and grabbed my taser from my nightstand, pure fear pulsing through my body as I thought about what this could possibly be.Â
I live in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was an hour away and there were no campgrounds. Was it an animal? Or maybe some freak accident? Will I have to use my Winchester knowledge and kill a monster? I had no idea.
Nic barked at me when she saw me enter the room, whining and growling to tell me about the intruder. She led me to the bathroom, my eyes squinting in the dark to see a trail of some substance smeared across the wood floors. My dog continued to bark loudly and pace around the hall. When I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light, I was met with a horrific scene.
It was like a murder scene out of a Criminal Minds episode. A tactical-armored man was lying in my bath, blood smeared across the white tile and staining the small rug in front of the toilet. He was unconscious and his left hand loosely covered a bullet wound in his side while one of his legs was slightly hanging out of the tub. I glanced to Nic, the canine whining and pacing back and forth since she sensed the distress.
"What in the fuck..."Â
I walked into the bathroom, my hands shaking as I held my taser. The man didn't seems to hear or notice my presence, but when I knelt down beside him and looked at the bullet wound, he inhaled deeply and coughed.
"Where am I?" His Scottish accent was coarse as he weakly opened his eyes.
"You're in my home." I replied to him as I got on my knees and lifted his hand. "I'm calling the police and ambulance. You can't be here."
"No! No cops or hospitals! The cartel's paid them off."
I frowned at his words. "Cartel? All the way in Upstate California? While it's not impossible, I don't reallyâ"
"If they find me here, they'll kill you. Don't call."Â
I stared at him, his blue eyes looking into my (e/c). He coughed again, this time blood coming out of his mouth and I started to panic.
"All right, erm, give me a moment."
I stood up and opened one of the vanity drawers, frantically digging for a pack of floss. Once I found one, I rushed out of the bathroom to find a sewing needle in my room. While I was at it, I put on a pair of pants. My dog barked from the bathroom and I ran back almost immediately. The man was trying to pet Nic, my dog sniffing him curiously before letting him scratch behind her ears.
"So, what's your name?"
"Can't tell you that."Â
"Okay....Do you have a nickname or some other name I could call you?"
I threaded the dental floss through the needle after I cleaned it then walked over to the man, eyes set on me as I undid his tactical vest to stitch up his wound.
"You can call me Soap." He said before grimacing in pain.
"Sorry. I'm no doctor, but my friend showed me how to use a needle and dental floss to stitch wounds. And I saw it in a few shows."
Soap scoffed at my statement before wincing, gritting his teeth from the needle going through his flesh. "That explains a lot."
It was my turn to scoff as cut the floss and went to stitch up the last part of his wound.
"No offense, but what kind of name is Soap?"
"It's a call sign. It's what we soldiers in the military use to communicate and confuse the enemy."
"Oh."
I looked up to see him staring at me intently, his narrowed gaze softening as I continued to stitch him.Â
"I'm Y/N...just in case you wanted to know."
He nodded and leaned his head back against the bathtub wall, closing his eyes and  sighing as he started to contact his team.
"This is Bravo 7-1, how copy?" He spoke into his communication device as he shifted to let me bandage his wound now. Â "Ghost, this is Bravo 7-1..."
Soap groaned in pain and grabbed my bloody hand, his grip rough and extremely tight. I panicked when he pulled me closer.
"Help me up."Â
"Do you have that much faith in me?"
"Y/N."
I shook my head and did the best I could to help him up. I was surprised I managed to get him to his feet, but his legs gave it out the minute we got into the hall. My dog started to bark in alarm before going up to Soap and prodding him with her nose.Â
"You need to take your gear off." I told him as I led him to my room, Nic trotting ahead of us and jumping onto my bed. I needed to get him in there so I could lay him down. I couldn't put him on the couch since it was too small for him and I certainly wasn't going to put him the floor.Â
"I'm fine."
"It's weighing you down and you need to rest. Let me help you take the vest off at least."
Soap didn't respond as I reached to take off the vest, the buckles unclipping easily and eventually it was off. I put it on the floor by my bed and helped Soap lay down, blood seeping out of the bandages. I ran into my small bathroom and grabbed all the towels, frantic to make sure he didn't bleed out in his sleep.Â
"You got any meds?" Soap asked as I wrapped the towels around him.
"I've got melatonin gummies with 15mg on my dresser? And I have ibuprofen."
"That won't work."
"Well, I'm not a doctor."Â
"Clearly."
I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried to relax in my bed, his eyes drooping from blood loss and exhaustion. Nic curled up beside him and nudged his arm with her nose, Soap flinching from being startled but gave her a few pets after relaxing again.
While he rested, I went back out to my living room to clean up glass and blood from the window sill. The cold night air blew on my face, making me shiver but I continued to clean up. The bathroom is what worried me since blood was smeared everywhere. For now though, I used bleach and a shit ton of paper towels to clean the walls, floors, and the bath tub. I rinsed out the inside of it then poured some bleach into the water. I scrubbed any blood stains that didn't come off just from the water then rinsed.
Once I was finished, I checked the time to see that it was 5:48am. The sun was just barely illuminating the sky in a dull grey and I could hear birds starting to chirp. I walked into my room to see Soap completely passed out. He was still breathing, but, from judging by the grimace on his face, in a lot of pain.Â
How the hell was I going to get major pain killers without a prescription?
Moira... I could get them from her. She might be able to get me some, but if she asks questions, I won't be able to answer them. Soap was adamant about not involving outside people, but if he wanted to get pain meds, I had to do this.
I rushed back into my room and got cleaned up quickly. I made sure my hands were free of blood stains before throwing on a new shirt, sweatpants and pulled on a cardigan. I grabbed my mini backpack and phone, then wrote a note for Soap in case he woke up while I was gone.
"Nic, watch him. I'll be back." I told my german shepherd as I walked out of my room. All she did was glance at me and go back to sleep.
Before I could close my door, Soap's communication device came on and a gruff British accent flooded through it.
"Soap, this is Ghost. How copy?"
I half expected Soap to shoot up from where he laid, but he didn't even budge. As for me, I didn't want to mess with his gear, but I had to tell his friend he was okay.
Walking over to it, I pressed a button and spoke into it.
"This is Soap's current caretaker. He's badly wounded and needs medical attention. I can't stay for long since he needs pain meds, but I assure you he's okay. I'm leaving now to get him a prescription...Whether this is illegal or not, that's my problem."
I didn't listen to Ghost speak as I stood up and rushed out of my room, his voice shouting from the device for Soap or me to say something more. All I thought about was the hole I just dug myself in since his team is going to be hunting me down now.
For right now though, all that mattered was getting Soap his pain meds and making sure he doesn't die....
Clint in the vents and thatâs his whole personality because he wasnât fleshed out in the movies â Ava in the walls and thatâs her whole personality because she wasnât fleshed out in the movies
Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isnât his first language and heâs the comedic relief â Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isnât his first language and heâs the comedic relief
Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided sheâs just silly like that â Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided sheâs just silly like that
Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day â Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day
Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this â Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this
Tony being a big-mouthed asshole thatâs secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer â John being a big-mouthed asshole thatâs secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself
YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!
instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history
Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut hisâ" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"
Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them
Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"
Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)
Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream
John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"
I cant fucking sleep so here is wtv the fuck this is.
i absolutely love dexâs hair for s3. idk what this is meant to portay bc he has had short hair since his first appearance but wowwoowow.
he looks so fucking pretty with the fluffy grown out hair, especially the grey strands oh helll fuck me.
the suit is FANTASTIC, cant wait to see him in the mask/helmet.
best part, specially in this photo is the pink hue to his cheeks. godddddd hold me back.
wilson bethel is a fresh of breath air in hollywood rn, the reason people love bullseye is definitely thanks to the dedication and love he puts in for dex.
imma be thinking about these photos for a longgggggggggggg time
I've said it before and I will say it again the 141 are not immune to the joy of doing USAmerican redneck shit. ghost would take one look at a marines booth pull up bar and take it as a personal mission to be asked to stop. the marines are sweating. get off the bar dude. there's a crowd. he will not stop until he is bodily removed and he very much doubts anyone of these pretty recruiters wants to be the one to try and fight the boogeyman
thinking about dex using his abilities to annoy the shit out of you, like taking off his jacket when he gets home, tossing it and every single time without fail it hits you square on the face, makes him chuckle when you groan out his name in frustration
going to hand you your fancy coffee drink after picking it up for you at the counter but then he fake drops it before swiftly catching it with his other hand without spilling a single drop, he likes the way you squeal in reaction
throwing sofa pillows at you knowing that when you try to retaliate hes gonna catch them midair or dodge them completely, he thinks its the funniest thing ever, the pathetic and unsuccessful attempt to get revenge on him
telling him to go easy on you (let you win) at darts or bowling on nights out with friends, he says "sure" and then proceeds to annihilate you in front everyone, a snide smile on his face when he asks "s'everything okay?" at your pouting
trying to close the door of your room for some privacy when you need to change but right before you manage to do it dex flings and ricochets an object so it's blocking and keeping it from shutting completely
constantly telling you to "open up" because he wants to toss candies or grapes or whatever hes snacking on into your wide open mouth, the farther away you are from him the better, he sees it as a fun little challenge
Kate assumed it went over Kyle's head. Often when she first mentions her wife in passing, people don't register it and end up asking her about her husband at a later point. That or they choose to believe it was a slip of the tongue and that she can't possibly be married to a woman.
It's frustrating, yet expected and unsurprising.
"Remind me to pick up a pack of cigarettes later, after listening to that I'll need them."
Kyle's joke wasn't bad, in fact, he's funnier than most men who try to banter over comms. Not that she'd ever admit that, she refuses to encourage him.
"Thought you were quitting for the wife's sake?"
There's no judgement in Kyle's tone, no thinly veiled disgust at the idea of her having a same sex partner. Not that she'd expect it from him, Kyle has no qualms about being ordered or advised by a woman and that's typically a good sign but she knows from experience that it's never a definite.
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her, and if she does know then I'll be dishing out for a damn good anniversary gift, sergeant."
Kyle's snort in response is enough to make her smile despite the shitshow she's currently in charge of.
I may of sent this before but my wifi was messed up so I don't know if it went through, but!!! Can you draw 141 doing communal shower antics and maybe if you'll be soooo kind to bless me with some gaz stuff just doing anything on duty love him in your style, keep creatingđ
dex who offers himself as a punching bag to take your anger out on. dex who says thank you after every slap, kick, or punch. dex who sits there and looks at you like you're the whole world while he's bloody and bruised by you. in some sick way, he just thinks of it as a hickey.
First Time Missing? | Benjamin Poindexter x BlackWidow!OC
in which dex meets his match, but there's something about the target he's after that makes this game of cat and mouse so much more exhilarating....
RATED M FOR THE FOLLOWING â strong language, graphic violence, sensual themes/content, degrading language, mentions of human experimentation
part one > part two
Dex ran after the Black Widow, a deranged smile on his face as he watched her grow weaker and weaker.
Her rough coughs followed by spitting out blood echoed the alley as she crashed into a trash can but continued pushing herself to her limit.
She turned a corner and sprinted into a building, the door she went through slamming shut and a lock clicked in place. Shouts in Italian and the rushing of boots made Dex retreat.
Before finding a hiding spot, he wandered to the street and found a mini mart to go in. He went inside, the cashier freezing where he was as Dex smiled and waved.
âEvening,â Dex greeted casually. âDo you have first aid supplies?â
âWhat the fuckâŠ.â The cashier muttered before nodding his head. âY-Yeah. Two aisles back. It's in front of the chips.â
The cashier watched the vigilante grab first aid supplies before approaching the counter. He scanned each item, his eyes remaining downcast as he displayed the total.
âDo you take cash?â Dex asked.
âYes, sir.â
Dex dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small clip wallet. He set down a twenty.
âKeep the change. You deserve it.â
The cashier watched Dex walk out, his heart racing. The civilian had no idea how to react as he rung up the twenty then pocketed the change.
Dex climbed the fire escape of a nearby building and sat on a rooftop to wait out the Black Widow. He took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead with it. He then started to patch up the stab wounds he received from her.
The job was supposed to be simple and done without witnesses. Valentina was adamant on that aspect, but as he thought about the bar incident and the task force coming to arrest him and the Black Widow, his chances of being paid dwindled. Better yet, his credibility for this job was at stake if he didn't kill his target soon.
However, as he sat there and thought about the Black Widow, he wondered how much Valentina purposely left out.
She needs you to make someone disappear, and from what we hear you're good at that, Valentinaâs assistant had said to him when she approached with the offer. Miss DeFontaine said the HVT knows too much, and screwed her over.
He had read over the file the assistant gave him, eyeing the background information on the Black Widow assassin. Valentina didn't provide muchâjust an age, her location, and a blacked-out summary of herâ, but Dex was thankful for the photo stapled to the file. It gave him a face to hunt down and a routine to memorize.
But how did she catch my knife? That should have killed her?
His attention went to the door of the building opening and he saw the Black Widow stumble out. Her gloved hand held her ribs, but she looked better. She went into another building and opened the door.
The Black Widow didn't seem to be in a rush.
Dex climbed down the fire escape, his presence spooking a kid who sat by one of the windows. He waved to the vigilante, the man waving back and giving a smile as he climbed down and dropped on the ground. He quickly followed the Black Widow and peeked through the open door, his eyes squinting in the dim light.
No threats.
The vigilante pushed the door open and walked in, knives unsheathed and his eyes scanning the empty warehouse. Shipping crates, pallets, metal containersâthere was nothing to be on guard for except for the Russian assassin.
âAre you coming to say thank you for saving your ass?â
The Black Widow stood beside a shipping crate, her eyes drooping and her breathing rough. Dex eyed her closely, the woman doing the same.
She was definitely a bit younger than him. Her long black hair was clipped back and braids draped over her shoulders. The scar on her face matched his, the pink skin on her cheek telling him hers was newer.
âLook at us: we match.â
âMatch as in being cheated by the Fisks? Then yeah.â
Dex frowned at her for a moment before asking, âWhat was that in the other building?â
âAh, my employer: Italian mob boss wanting revenge. The usual,â she said simply, her accent coarse from coughing. âFiskâs men unintentionally got to my target first. My employer didn't want to pay me since I didn't kill him and bring him his head.â
âFisk wants you dead?â He asked as he walked toward her. She backed away, her eyes narrowing.
âEveryone wants me dead so get in line. You'll get your turn after the Fisks, Daredevil, the Punisher, and DeFontaineâŠ. Did she send you?â
âWhy does Valentina want you dead?â
âI'll be seeing you around,â the Black Widow ignored his question. âNext time you find me, do a better job with the punches. Throwing things can only get you so far.â
The Black Widow kicked away a shipping crate like it was nothing and Dex gawked at her. She opened a hatch and started to climb down to the sewers.
Valentina didn't tell me shit about her.
Dex lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, the Black Widow shouting in alarm as she grabbed where his arm bent. His fingers gripped her black curls as he kept her in place.
âI will snap your arm if you don't let go.â
He yanked her away from the hatch and climbed on top of her. In one swift motion, he pinned her hands above her head and pulled out a knife to hold at her neck. He looked into her storm gray eyes, smiling when his gaze moved to the nick in her ear.
âLooks like I didn't miss after all,â he breathed into her ear. His breath tickling her skin made her body flinch underneath him.
She kept her eyes void of emotion but judging by how fast her chest rose and fell, she was panicking. His knife moved her jacket away from the zipper of her jumpsuit before tracing the curve of her chest.
âNow, name please?â
âGot to hell.â
âNow is that nice?â
She struggled under him, her ribs burning and exhaustion getting the best of her as she looked up at him.
âSo, Black Widow,â he looked over her face then to her left wrist, seeing the scar wrapping around it. She followed his gaze, grimacing when he rubbed his thumb over the tender, raw skin. âYou were quite interesting to study as I memorized your routine.â
Dex continued to trace the scar around her wrist. The knifeâs tip moved to her neck, the blade pressing into skin and small beads of blood dripped down it.
âSleeping till noon; grocery shopping every other Sunday; handcuffing your wrist to your bed every night. Did your handlers do that to you in the Red Room? Were you a bad girl, honey?â
Her face fell at the mention of the Room, Dex doing a double take at her. With a bit of difficulty, the Black Widow managed to flip him onto his back. Her legs pinned his arms and she held his knife to his neck. Her left hand gripped his hair as she tilted his head back, the knife tracing his Adam's apple. He grunted from the feel of her hands in his hair and couldn't help the warmth building in his chest when he felt the friction of her hips on him.
Shouldn't be thinking it but damn it, this Widow is beautiful.
âYou have no rightâNO RIGHT to mention the Room to me,â she growled as she tightened her grip on his hair. All he did was smile.
âLooks like I got under someoneâs pretty skin. What's the matter, sweetheart? Got something you wanna share?â
She inhaled deeply, her eyes staring into his before she spoke again.
âDid Julie know you stalked her?â
The mention of the woman made his smile drop almost immediately. The Widow continued to run his knife over his neck and down his clothed chest. Her blood dripped into the collar of her suit from the wound he gave her.
âWhat did your mother think when you killed those innocent birds? Was she horrified? Horrified that her son was a freak?â
Anger sparked in Dexâs eyes as he looked up at her, her grin growing wider until she smiled. It wasn't sweet, no. The smile she wore held mockery.
âI did my fair share of research on you, Benjamin Poindexterââ his eyes darkenedâ âwhen Vanessa sent me after you. You have quite a colorful history: FBI, assassin, vigilante. Now, you're a wanted man by Fisk. I've seen the news.â
âI probably donât outshine your lovely history, Widow.â
âHm, no, it doesn't, but if we're going to be getting under skin, we might as well highlight it."
Dex laughed as he struggled against her, his body tensing when he felt the Widowâs legs tighten around him and his hips moved slightly. He noticed her gaze flick downward before narrowing at him.
âYou're disgusting. This shouldn't turn you on."
âYou're the one on top and pulling my hair. Kinky...â
Her hand found his neck, gloved fingers wrapping around as she squeezed. Dex started to wheeze from laughing as he watched her raise the knife.
âDo it. I know you want to," he wheezed out and smiled.
When he closed his eyes, he expected his knife to split open his skull and for her to leave his body to rot in this warehouse.
Leave his body for some homeless person to find.
Leave him to be forgotten.
Instead, his knife clattered beside his head and her weight lifted from him. He opened his eyes and watched her step off him and adjust her jacket.
âYou're wasting my time.â
When she turned around to walk away, Dex grabbed his knife and threw it from where he was on the ground. Without looking over her shoulder, the Widow dodged and caught it when it bounced off a crate to hit her. She turned around and gave him a look, her eyebrow raised as she held up the weapon. Her thumb traced the bullseye carved into the metal.
âReally?â
Dex ran at her, his arms wrapping around the Widowâs waist. He pinned her against a shipping container and grabbed a handful of her hair. He could smell the flowery perfume on her skin and the mint from her hair. Freckles dotted her nose and he could see just how jagged her scar was.
âReally,â he replied with a smile as he let go of her hair and grabbed her face to make her look at him. âNow, let's make a deal, sweetheart.â
âDon't call me that.â
âName please, and I leave you alone.â
âWhat?â
A spotlight illuminated the warehouse and searched the crates. A booming voice shouted down from a hovering helicopter, making the Black Widow tense.
âOdette Makarova and Bullseye, exit the building or we make your lives hell!â
Odette sighed as she tilted her head to the side, a taunting grin spreading across her lips as she watched Dex pull out his ringing phone.
âConsider the Task Force as your contract voided,â a voice told him before cutting the call. His fingers squeezed his phone until the screen cracked and flashed white. He threw it away in anger.
âYou want to know why Valentina wants me dead?â The Widow asked.
The helicopter hovering above got louder and the voice boomed again. The two ignored the voice as he leaned in. Their noses brushed lightly.
âWhy?â
âBecause I know Yelena Belova and one word from me would turn her against the entire foundation Valentina built. As for you, you're just collateral.â
âBREACH IN THREE!â A shout echoed from the entrance.
The two vigilantes looked back at the door, sighing in annoyance and stepping away from each othet. Dex let go of the Widow and got into a fighting stance. She followed his lead, grimacing when she straightened her posture.
âFucking hate these guys,â she commented and pulled out knives of her own.
âWhere'd your batons go, Odette?â Dex joked when he saw her knives.
âShut up, Dex. And it's Mak. You don't get to call me my name.â
âStill not going to tell me how you caught my knife?â
âIf we survive this, Iâll think about it.â
Dex smirked at her as she twirled her knife and threw it at the first task force agent. The blade embedded itself in his neck, blood splattering everywhere and gun fire shooting upward as he fell.
âLook at that. The catâs got a bite,â Dex commented when he landed three knives in the bodies of agents.
âDon't patronize me!â Mak grunted as she wrapped the line from her gauntlets around a AVTF agentâs neck and brought him down. She electrocuted him and rolled out of the way of a man who tried stomping her head.
Dex pulled out his gun and shot, bullets finding their places in skulls or legs. Each task force member screamed if they didn't die and he finished them with a knife in their throats.
Mak held her own against three, her knives finding any opening or she snapped necks. Her face and hands were stained red, but she remained emotionless as one of the men begged for his life. She shoved a knife through his eye, his scream piercing the air before she cut his throat open.
Dex turned to aim at the last task force member, only to see Mak shove a knife through the manâs eye and kick him away.
Silence followed them as they ran for the exit, both clamoring through the alley as they dodged gunfire and killed anyone who tried to kill them.
I think weâll get along swell, Dex thought as he watched her break an agentâs neck with ease.
âWhat?â she asked when she fell in step with him. She wiped her face, blood smearing across her skin and she sighed, shaking her head.
âWe survived.â
âWow, I didn't know that,â Makâs accent dripped with sarcasm as she coughed. Blood leaked from her mouth.
âOh shitâŠâ Dex caught her before she could hit the pavement. âMak, keep your eyes open.â
âI need to sleep. It's the only way my enhanced healing can kick in fully.â
Enhanced healing? The hell?
âThere's a safe house close to the harbor. We get there, the task force won't find us.â
Dex kept her upright as she stumbled beside him, coughing and spitting out blood. She muttered directions as he held her up. Once she got too weak, he heaved her up and draped her over his shoulders.
He ran with her to the harbor, her labored breaths in his ear as she started to go unconscious.
~
a/n: hehehe lore time in the next part. wrote this at like 3am soooo its a lil rough. when writing this, i thought i saved it....it did not, in fact, save. so i had to rewrite the entire one shot T-T i hit flow state before it deleted I WAS PRESSED
