“Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything.” and “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe.” with Ethan Hunt please! Love your fics!!
One of the very first things you’d been taught in training was to always be sure. Don’t just think you weren’t followed, know that you weren’t. But, in the stress of the situation, you’d forgotten that simple thing, and it was exactly how you’d landed here: tied up in a factory, somewhere in Berlin, with a rather nasty cut on your forehead and a headache to match.
You’re just thinking that it can’t get any worse when two men haul another person into the room. It takes you a second to realise who it is, but as soon as you recognise him, your heart is in your throat. They have Ethan too. You’re speaking before you know it.
“Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything!”
Ethan looks across the room, eyes settling on you. You don’t miss the flash of panic in them as he realises that they have you, too. Your comms had cut out after the explosion, and you’d been trying to get back to the safe house when they grabbed you.
The men ignore you as they drag Ethan to a chair near yours and tie him up, just like they’d tied you up. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as they force him into the chair, even as he fights against them. It’s almost as if he’s telling you that everything will be fine with just a look, and you know you can believe him. You will get out of this alive. Both of you.
When the men are satisfied with their job, they step back and turn their backs to you, muttering between themselves. You look away from them and back to Ethan, finding his eyes already on you. He gives you a weak, yet reassuring, smile.
“Ethan…” you mutter, voice barely a whisper. Your head hurts, and all you want is to get the hell out of here with Ethan and back to the safe house where you can sleep for an eternity.
“It’s okay,” he assures you, keeping his voice just as quiet. He can see that you’re starting to panic a little. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe. You hear me? Just breathe.”
One of the men spins around. “No talking or we’ll make sure one of you can’t.”
Ethan replies to him with a hard glare, yet, he obeys. He’s acting on a hunch – the hunch that maybe if the two of you don’t talk and actually listen to their requests, they’ll leave the room and he can get the two of you out of here.
You keep to yourself in your chair after that, just watching the two men and trying to ignore the headache pulsing through your head. It’s getting worse, and you’re starting to think it might be a little worse than just a simple headache.
You’re both looking at the men as they wander to the end of the room and open the door. Ethan’s about ready to get the hell out of here. It’s past dark outside, and by dragging him around the factory, they’d unwittingly given him time to find a route out. When one of them disappears out of the room, he tenses in his chair. The other man looks back at them with narrowed eyes before following his mate out of the room and closing the door behind him. Ethan hears the unmistakable sound of a lock a second after.
He waits for only a second before standing up in the chair. It’s hard, because his ankles are tied to the legs of the chair, but he’s been here before and he knows exactly what to do. He sidles up to the wall to his right and slams the chair into it, hard, breaking the chair and freeing him. He pulls the ropes from his limbs and hurries over to you, pulling a small knife out of his shoe and moving to untie the ropes around you.
“So, I’m guessing you have a plan?” You mutter as the ropes around your ankles fall.
He meets your eyes. “We’ll be okay, like I said. Just trust me.”
The ropes around your hands fall loose and you stand up, though you stumble a second later, the full impact of the headache hitting you. Ethan’s arm is around you in a second, worry clear in his eyes as he meets yours.
“Bastards had to hit you in the damn head, didn’t they?” He hisses, shaking his head. “Will you be okay to run if I need you to?”
You hum in reply, not risking a nod. “If you need me to… are you sure this’ll work?”
Ethan presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “Positive,” he assures you. “Just keep a hold of my hand and follow me. I won’t let you go.”
