Esihle

Chapter 8: Tenacity

Summary:

te·nac·i·ty (NOUN)_ /təˈnasədē/_
The quality or fact of being very determined; determination. The quality or fact of continuing to exist; persistence.
After an impossible situation, and the plane that were traveling on is destroyed, It's going to take a bit of tenacity to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Will Sarah and Bucky survive?

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Sarah has had the worst migraines before. She was also one of those "sheltered kids" who went buck wild once she was out of the house. One time while she was a freshman at Howard University, Sam and his best friend Riley drove almost 5 hours from Westhampton Beach, NY, where he was stationed, when her best friend Cassandra called telling him that Sarah was in the hospital from alcohol poisoning. If the boys thought they got it bad when Sam went 'drill sergeant Uncle Sam' on them, they had another thing coming. Sam tore into her ass so bad, she never wanted to drink ever again. She would eventually transfer schools to North Carolina A&T that following summer, but even still she didn't even look at an alcoholic beverage until the fall of her senior year. The pain she felt when she woke up then with the biggest hangover head and body aches she had ever encountered, didn't stand in comparison to the pain she felt in her back and legs, and to the pounding in her head at the moment.

As she started to come to, she quickly remembered everything that just happened. She began to panic as she remembered watching the plane blow up from the falling shoot. Were Bucky and the ladies alright? Did they get out? Where were they? So many questions that she didn't have the answers to, but she knew she could not answer them from wherever she was. Looking out from inside the shoot all she could see were trees, but the sky seemed to be an ombre pinkish/purple color telling her that the sun was setting. When they were hit, it was late morning, early afternoon at best. Fuck, how long have I been out? She wondered.

She reached in her pocket for her cell phone, but of course, her screen was completely shattered, probably from being tossed like a salad in this vibranium shoot. She could hear Sam's voice in her head now. 'You need to put a more reliable case on that thing, you're going to be out somewhere and it's going to crack, mark my words'. She scoffed at the thought of him being able to say, 'I told ya so' , before deciding that she needed to find a way out. She reached down to the buttons inside, but just her luck, the labels were in Wakandan. Okay Sar, 3 options, which do you think is the lesser of the 3 evils, what's the worst that can happen.... Well, a lot... okay just push the first one. Sarah hovered her finger over the button internally debating with herself whether or not this was a good idea. Bucky's voice echoes in her head about this thing having a tracking device for him to located her in the event that they were separated. But she couldn't just stay there and do nothing, she didn't even know where she was. She took a deep breathe and pushed the button, but nothing happened. What? She pushed it again, this time with more force and still nothing. She then pressed the second one and suddenly a computerized system appeared covering the window, but all the words were again in Wakandan, and the screen was glitching bad as if it had been damaged. Sarah took a breath and prayed before pushing the last button. Suddenly the door slid open, and she was graced with a warm brush of air. Stepping out of the box, she ignored the burning inflammation in her legs and back to try and see what she could observe. Despite it being so hot, looking around she realized with it being dark out, that it was no use going anywhere. I am not about to be one of those idiots that die the within the first 10 minutes of the movie, she thought. She just decided to go back to the shoot and come up with a plan to make a move in the morning.

Sarah isn't sure what time it is when she wakes up the following morning, but she knows that it is early. She arches her back to stretch out the stiffness. The least they could've done was had a bed, I mean really, Sarah thought to herself. She looks down at the clothes and tactical gear Bucky bubble wrapped her in and sighed. A wave of guilt rolled over her when she thought about all the time Bucky had spent arguing with her about getting in the shoot, when he could have been using that time to get himself, the pilot, Yama, and Aneka to safety. His words echoed in her head, 'I know, but then I wouldn't have a reason to wrap my arms around you', as she felt the warm tears run down her face. As if right on cue, she felt the baby move. It was just a tad, definitely not a full kick, but enough to tell Sarah that they missed their daddy too.