Let Them Rain
The following morning you were not aware of Dex’s attempts to reach you.
You were sitting at your table enjoying some coffee before you were going to leave for work.
A smile playing on your lips as you thought back to Dex’s attempt to a cheesy pick-up line. The memory made you feel warm inside. Dex could be intense but it also made you feel special because of that, under his steely attitude he had a big soft spot for you.
You were pulled out of your daydreaming by the sound of a phone ringing.
You furrowed your brow when you didn’t recognize the ringtone.
You listened, trying to locate the sound.
The sound was coming from your coat.
You searched your pocket to find out your phone was gone but another had been put in it’s place. Someone had taken your phone, it took you only a second to know how that must have happened. The waitress.
You look at the screen of the phone, it was an unkown caller and the number was hidden.
You hesitated to pick up, but also knew it was useless not to.
You answered the call and waited for the person on the other end of the line to speak.
“Agent (y/n). I am contacting you to hear if you have considered my offer.”
You froze as you heard the voice, Fisk was calling you.
He was responsible for your phone being stolen “ I will never work for you, Fisk. I would rather die.” you hissed.
“That is unfortunate to hear.” was the last thing he said before he hanged up the phone.
You were frozen in place, did Fisk just really call you?
A feeling of dread dawned on you, he took your answer in a way that was unnerving.
Why did Fisk take your phone? He could have just called you through one of his accomplices in the FBI.
Your attention was drawn when you heard something. Popping noises that were getting louder fast. The noise was something you recognized well. You dropped to the floor covering your head as bullets shattered your windows one by one. Bullets were flying over you, piercing anything they came into contact with.
Glass flew around your body. You crawled to your coffee table quickly and pushed it over so it shielded you some more against the rain of bullets.
You were a sitting duck like this. The rain of bullets was all around you and your only way of getting out of it was the kitchen. You waited, praying that the shooting would soon stop. Severly regretting your poor choice of words when you told Fisk ’you would rather die’.
The shooting became less, they seemed to be aiming for your couch. Thankfully you didn’t hide there as the bullets pierced it with ease.
You took your chance and ran to the kitchen as you kept low.
They must have seen you as a bullet grazed your shoulder deep, you yelped as you dropped down against the kitchen counter.
Adrenaline was shooting through your veins, a quick glance at your shoulder confirmed that it was an ugly wound. Blood was starting to stain your shirt quickly.
The shooting had stopped but you heard footsteps outside alerting you that someone was going around the house. Your eyes shot to the front door as you heard them nearing.
You had no idea who was outside, but you knew one thing:
They wanted you dead.
At this point you wished you kept a gun in your house, but you had refused to keep one considering your past and to avoid temptation.
You reached your hand up on your kitchen counter and grabbed what you could use as a weapon. Your faithfull glass coffee pot.
A gunshot alerted you, they were trying to shoot the lock out of your door. You grabbed a spoon from the counter as well, hoping your plan would work.
Another shot and the lock from your door broke and the door slowly creeped open. You kept your back against the counter staying out of sight and line of fire.
It sounded as if there was only one person coming in. You heard them kick the door shut again before they came further inside your house. You waited until you heard them walk away from the door, and when they moved away from the door you carefully looked around the counter they were walking to your left close to the counter. You kept yourself low as you threw the spoon to your right, towards the door. You heard them turn around to look and as they did you went to the left side as quickly as possible, smashing the glass pot against the back of their head as hard as you could manage, shattering it.
He fell to the floor immediately, you quickly grabbed his gun and pointed it at the unmoving person on the floor in front of you.
You recognized who it was. Agent Hunt. Fisk had send Hunt to kill you.
After checking if he was really unconcious you knew you had to get the hell out of there.
Where the hell were you supossed to go ? You didn’t even have your phone and they probably had put a tracker inside the one they had put in your coat.
Your shoulder was bleeding pretty bad and some glass splinters had found their way into your skin. Time was ticking as you were losing blood.
Then it hit you. Matt. He told you he was staying in the church, you had to get there unnoticed. You couldn’t call the cops, what if Fisk had people there too ?
You searched Hunt for the keys of his car and took away his phone so he couldn’t call for back-up right away. You had to buy yourself enough time to get to safety. You dragged Hunt to your bathroom and locked him inside. It wouldn’t take him long to get out when he wakes but every minute you could get was a minute you could use.
You checked if no one was outside, when you knew it was clear you hurried to Hunt’s car. You got inside the car and noticed the submachine gun on the passenger seat next to you. Hunt had used it when he had first opened fire outside your house. You grabbed it and put it behind your seat so it would not draw attention when you would be driving. The fact that you lived a bit isolated was a benefit at this point, no neighbours to call the cops.
You started the car and prayed you would not pass out from the blood loss before you reached the church. You used smaller roads, where you knew there would not be many people, to drive to the church. You knew you had to ditch the car before you got close to it. You parked it in some dark alleyway, you had to walk the rest, it was too dangerous to stay in this vehicle. You couldn’t help but think about Dex, what if Fisk goes after him too? Dex had an incredible talent but Fisk was not one to be messed with. You wanted to call him, tell him everything. But you had not memorized his number yet and you couldn’t just call the FBI at this point. You felt trapped in a corner. The only one you could go to at this moment, was Matt.
You were starting to feel slightly dizzy but you had to reach the church, so you pulled your coat a little higher so you could hide your face a bit before you got out of the car.