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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2020-03-09 09:25 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2020-03-09 09:25 pm
Entry tags:
- canon: dctv,
- canon: leverage,
- canon: lost girl,
- canon: marvel cinematic universe,
- canon: supernatural,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: timeless,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dctv: barry allen,
- dctv: laurel lance,
- dctv: thea queen,
- leverage: alec hardison,
- leverage: eliot spencer,
- leverage: nate ford,
- leverage: sophie devereaux,
- lost girl: bo dennis,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: sam wilson,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- prompts: get your words out,
- ship: barry/thea,
- ship: ben/elena,
- ship: bo/derek,
- ship: eliot/lucy,
- ship: laura/parrish,
- ship: laurel/steve,
- supernatural: ben braedan,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- teen wolf: jordan parrish,
- teen wolf: laura hale,
- teen wolf: sheriff stilinski,
- teen wolf: stiles stilinski,
- timeless: lucy preston,
- timeless: rufus carlin,
- timeless: wyatt logan,
- tvdverse: elena gilbert
get your worlds out { 2020 } yahtzee tracking
set 7 | they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect [3/5] ~ dctv/mcu ~ 1,272
The sun beats down on the National Mall as Laurel and Barry sprawl under a tree to take in the shade. Connor is running somewhere ahead of them, making friends with a couple of other kids and jumping into an intricate game they’ve devised themselves. Laurel idly checks her phone every once in a while, looking for signs of life from her partner, but ever since she left him last night, he’s been radio silent.
Her gut says that something is wrong. But she knows that texting her anxiety at Steve right now isn’t going to get her an answer. So she waits, taking a deep breath and keeping her eye on her son for now. Barry, being the empathic friend that he is, gives her a small nudge after a while.
“You okay?”
Laurel glances up in surprise, before nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just things were a little weird with Steve at the end of last night.”
“Between the two of you? Because I was kind of surprised that you were back so early.” Laurel raises an eyebrow, and Barry’s eyes widen as he holds up his hands. “What? You’re both consensual adults. I’m not judging.”
She laughs, before shaking her head. “No, it wasn’t us. Just something was going on in his apartment, and he sent me home, but I haven’t heard from him since. I just hope he’s okay.”
“He’s Captain America,” Barry reminds her gently. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
“I know,” Laurel nods. It’s a logical conclusion to make. Steve survived seventy years under the ice. In theory, he could survive whatever happened to be waiting in his apartment. But Laurel also knew that even if he was a super-soldier, that didn’t mean he was infallible. One good headshot, and he would be gone. “I’m just … a worrywart.”
Barry nods once, before reaching for his phone. “Well, if something happened to him, it would definitely have made the news. So … let’s check.”
Laurel squints as he pulls out his phone. “No, that can’t possibly work. That’s way too logical a solution.”
Barry laughs before opening his news app and flipping through the options. He goes quiet as he swipes through, and Laurel diverts her attention back to Connor; as a result, letting the moment feel normal until Barry goes tense next to her, and he reaches for her arm.
“Uh, Laurel?”
She turns, and he holds out his phone in front of them. On the screen is her boyfriend, throwing himself out of an elevator at the Triskelion and onto the ground. Then, the following clip is a motorcycle standoff with a Quinjet. None of it makes any sense, but as she scrolls lower to the article, all the information seems to imply that Steve has turned on SHIELD. He’s wanted for questioning regarding the death of Director Fury.
“None of this makes any sense.”
Barry glances away for a moment, eyes scanning the crowd. “What happened last night?”
“His neighbor said that he left his stereo playing. When she was gone, Steve said that he didn’t. He asked me to listen in on the room; I told him there was one heartbeat, and it looked like the person was injured. He put me in a cab, and I haven’t heard anything from him since.”
“Okay.” He considers for a minute before reaching for Laurel’s hands and pulling them both to their feet. “Let me go talk to Cisco and see if the STAR Labs satellites can track him down. SHIELD doesn’t have access to those. You should grab Connor, though, and get back to the hotel.” He pauses before turning back to her. “Are you sure you’ll be okay to do that on your own?”
Laurel nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’ll be good. Go.”
Barry nods as well, before disappearing in a blur of lightning and a gust of wind. Laurel doesn’t linger long, immediately moving forward and reaching for her son’s hand. “Connor, we have to go.”
“What, already?” He turns and glances over his shoulder. “Where’s Uncle Barry?”
“That’s why we have to go. Something’s come up, and we have to go back to the hotel, okay?”
The one upside to raising Connor around superheroes is that he knew that if something was wrong, to listen to his mother. Laurel takes his hand as he says goodbye to his new friends and starts to pull him back towards the street to try and find the cab.
“Is Uncle Barry, okay?”
“Yeah, sweetie,” Laurel gives his hand a small squeeze as she goes to pull up an uber. “I’ll tell you everything when we get to the hotel.”
Connor accepts that as an answer when a black SUV pulls up to the curb in front of them. The window rolls down, and a gruff looking man offers her a smile that doesn’t quite feel friendly. “Laurel Lance?”
She looks down at the phone in her hand – she hadn’t ordered the ride yet – and then looks back up at him again. “I’m sorry?”
“My name is Brock Rumlow. I work with Cap. He wanted me to make sure you were safe.”
Immediately alarm bells are ringing. The most consistent coworker Laurel’s dealt with of his is Natasha, and I feel like if Steve were truly worried about her, he would have sent her and let Laurel know she’s coming. She doesn’t particularly feel like getting in a car with a strange man is smart at the moment, so she nods her head and takes a step back.
“I’m okay. Is everything alright with Steve?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Things are just a little complicated, and he wants me to take you to him.”
Another warning bell. Steve has always kept her at a distance when it comes to his missions. He won’t uproot her life to go on the run with him if that’s the case. And again, he would ask her himself. Nothing about this felt right.
“No, that’s okay,” Laurel says with a small smile. “I think we’re just going to go back to the hotel. Stay put.”
The man’s smile falters, and she can see the cracks in the façade. Her response isn’t what he expected. Interesting. “Then let me give you a ride? It’ll be safer.”
“That’s okay,” she nods. “I called an Uber.”
At that, the man’s face goes cold. He proves in an instant that all her instincts were right, and seconds later, she feels the cold press the barrel of a gun against her back. Connor immediately gets tugged closer, pulled into her arms.
“I really think you should get in the car, Ms. Lance. Just to be safe.”
Laurel glances left, then right, trying to get a gauge for the situation. The street is too crowded; it would be too much of a scene. She picks up on the sound of a whoosh and turns again. Barry is a few paces out, out of the view of her captors but close enough that she can make eye contact, and shake her head to wave him off.
Barry needs to help Steve. And if they need him, they’ll call.
The man behind her steps forward, opening the back door of the SUV and pushing them both inside. Once the door closes behind him, he climbs in the front seat and holds out a hand.
“Phone?”
It’s not a request. Laurel places the device in the palm of his hand, before leaning back and pulling Connor close. “Buckle up, kiddo.”
“Mom? Are we in trouble?”
Laurel purses her lips together before nodding her agreement. “Yeah, buddy. I think we are.”