[ she's gone before he can do anything. she's out the door, leaving him and these children behind while she goes out there and puts herself in immediate danger. he tries to tell himself that she'll come back, that she'll go out there and figure out how to crash this drone and come back and he can yell at her for being stupid but at least she'll be there to yell at.
as all things do, it doesn't happen that way. the first time he hears a scream, he starts, feet moving towards the door when he catches sight of the fear on the children's faces. the next blow is accompanied by a shout and he has to put a hand over one kid's face to stifle their cries. teas roll onto his hand but he puts a finger to his lips and closes his eyes.
she cries out. he closes his eyes tighter, feeling the second child move closer and bury her face in her friends shoulder. while the attack does not last long, it seems to go on forever and her pleas echo in his ears. when quiet reigns for two minutes straight, he gets to his feet and pushes the door open.
there are no signs of soldiers but he spots daisy not far away, limp and bloody and completely stupid. he gestures for the kids to stay there and moves over to her, crouching down to feel for a pulse. there is one and he breathes out a sigh of relief before he hefts her into his arms.
russian is already spilling from his lips when he straightens, complaints and admonishments about how idiotic and dumb that was. how she could stand there and yell at him and do the exact same thing. how she could accuse him of things before apologizing to him for similar things.
he's so. he's so incredibly mad but he's worried too because her breathing is labored and every time he moves seem to cause her pain. ]
Children's, let's go. [ this was done. they were not stopping until they got to the safehouse. she would see a doctor and he would stand aside and let her friends take care of her while he left to take care of himself.
but he mutters russian curses and bile at her the entire way, anger coursing through his veins like a rushing river. he keeps talking, the sound distracting him from the way she breathes, the way she moans and he keeps walking despite the absolute ache in his hand. ]
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as all things do, it doesn't happen that way. the first time he hears a scream, he starts, feet moving towards the door when he catches sight of the fear on the children's faces. the next blow is accompanied by a shout and he has to put a hand over one kid's face to stifle their cries. teas roll onto his hand but he puts a finger to his lips and closes his eyes.
she cries out. he closes his eyes tighter, feeling the second child move closer and bury her face in her friends shoulder. while the attack does not last long, it seems to go on forever and her pleas echo in his ears. when quiet reigns for two minutes straight, he gets to his feet and pushes the door open.
there are no signs of soldiers but he spots daisy not far away, limp and bloody and completely stupid. he gestures for the kids to stay there and moves over to her, crouching down to feel for a pulse. there is one and he breathes out a sigh of relief before he hefts her into his arms.
russian is already spilling from his lips when he straightens, complaints and admonishments about how idiotic and dumb that was. how she could stand there and yell at him and do the exact same thing. how she could accuse him of things before apologizing to him for similar things.
he's so. he's so incredibly mad but he's worried too because her breathing is labored and every time he moves seem to cause her pain. ]
Children's, let's go. [ this was done. they were not stopping until they got to the safehouse. she would see a doctor and he would stand aside and let her friends take care of her while he left to take care of himself.
but he mutters russian curses and bile at her the entire way, anger coursing through his veins like a rushing river. he keeps talking, the sound distracting him from the way she breathes, the way she moans and he keeps walking despite the absolute ache in his hand. ]