Dive into your creative stream
A/N- This is my first drabble of sorts. Yay! I didn't edit this so I apologize for any mistakes. Please give me some feedback so that I may improve. Thanks a ton! Warnings- There's one curse and it's a minor one. And there is some violence so if that isn't your cup of tea, I'd pass this one up. Word count- 416. The air feels murky and leaden as you race down the dimly lit corridor towards the exit, your backpack swinging in the slight breeze created by your speed. Your mission had been a success but you currently have a few enemies in pursuit. Your team, U.N.C.L.E, had been tasked with retrieving a stolen nuclear warhead and some documents that contained sensitive information about Waverly. More enemies swarm in front of you but you shoot most of them and manage to scrape by the rest. You burst through the door and continue sprinting, now towards the getaway car. The enemies hang back but you aren't concerned. You just need to get out of here at this point. "Get down, Y/N!" Napoleon yells as he climbs out of the car and tackles you to the ground. A loud bang followed by a steady ringing sound floods your ears, overwhelming your senses. You continue laying on the damp pavement in shock. Now you also notice the strange perfume of burning flesh. Still deafened by the small bomb that had detonated, You manage to push Napoleon off of you only to notice that he has accumulated some pretty terrible burns, cuts, and scrapes. You're reasonably certain that there are a few other injuries you can't detect. You hear some indistinct, muffled yelling from Illya as he races out and helps Napoleon into the car, cursing in Russian. You limp into the car after, backpack mostly undamaged and in tow. Illya slams the car into gear and it rockets off to the nearest hospital. *Time skip* You had been pacing in the waiting room for four hours now after having your wounds treated yourself and Illya had gone to fetch some coffee. Although you know Napoleon would be alright, you are still worried. The hospital staff finally tells you that you can enter his room. You quickly walk in and see him mostly patched up with a few limbs splinted. "Well, Y/N, I believe a thank you is in order," Napoleon stated with a smirk. "What the Hell were you thinking?!You could have gotten yourself killed!" you exploded. " I was thinking that you hadn't noticed the device and that you needed help," Napoleon asserted evenly, "You're welcome." You sighed, "I don't know whether I should shoot you for endangering yourself or kiss you for saving me." Napoleon smiles at your comment and suggests, "How about you do the second one and let me take you out for dinner?" WARNING- I do not own "The Man from U.N.C.L.E" and you own yourself. Please do not sue me as I am poor. :)