A mighty change in life (Mighty ducks x reader)

18. An old friend

Captain Klegghorn watched the roads for cars with passengers. Wild wing gave him a photo of me to recognize me. Unfortunately I pulled the blanket so much over my head, that the police didn't see me. The dark made it even harder for them. Klegghorn was losing his patience that they haven't found me after two hours of roads blocks. Stanley wasn't aware of the commotion. It even went on the radio, but he kept it switched doff while I was sleeping.

Wild wing was still awake, watching a movie to distract his mind. He didn't hear anything form me for hours and this worries him. That Anna didn't hear the news was a little relief for the poor duck, one less problem for him to worry about. But then...the phone was ringing...

For me, it was no problem to sleep peaceful.

That is, until the sound of Stanley woke me up.

„Are we there yet? "

He informed me that he stopped at a local store for a coffee while I was asleep, "We are almost there." The sun was already rising and this morning felt really good.

I was screaming from the inside. Only a few more minutes and I will be free!

But...

...this feeling didn't last though, as I took a peek out the window. We went passed this sign quite fast, but it was definitely no mistake. I recognize this logo anywhere. In disbelief, I looked at Stanley, "Hey eh...why are we back in Anaheim?"

"What gives you that idea?" he said, not sounding convincing.

"Don't lie to me! When did you turn back?"

"By the time we talked about hockey."

It felt like a nightmare, "So you were mad at me! This is a dream, it must be...wake up N/A, wake up!"

"I do this for your own good" he said, driving into a place that made my blood run cold.

"No, not the stadium!" I tried to jump out of the car, but Stanley locked it in advance.

"How can you do this to me?!"

"I am sure that I make the right decision" he said, turning the flashlights off.

I froze as the garage opened, revealing an angry Wild wing. While I sank even deeper into the seat, he drove in and opened the car.

The duck greeted him with a handshake, "Hey there Stanley. Thank you for calling us."

"No problem. I hope you can change her mind on hockey."

"That is your reason to get me back?!" I barked at the man. I opened my side door and walked over to them, "since when do you know each other?"

Stanley wrapped an arm around the duck, "I was a hockey player myself before becoming a referee." Wild wing faced his old friend, "Grin and Nosedive will get you to your job with the Aerowing" Next, he faced me, "And you...we will have a serious discussion about your run way attempt." Not with me! I tried to run away between his legs, but his hands were faster. In one go he threw me over his shoulder, while I was whining and punching his back, "Let go of me! I said let go!!!!!"

What did I do to deserve so much bad luck?