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reckless [ ❥ ]

Even as you slow to a stop on shaky legs, your chest still heaves unsteadily as you struggle to regain the breath you spent bolting it down the alleyway you've just come out of.

Scratching your hand on the exposed brick of the wall you sag against, you clamp a hand over your face as you try to make sense of what just happened while Street does the same.

"My God", you pant, looking up to see Street doubled over in a similar state of both shock and relief. "How on Earth we made it out of that, I'll never kn- "

You're cut off by Street suddenly moving towards you, arms outstretched. You're not entirely sure if he's hugging you or trying to launch you into the wall until you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you tight to him.

One of his hands rests on your lower back while the other cups the back of your head. You can't help but fall against him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process of trying to regain your balance. It's quiet for a second, only the sound of cars revving on the road beside you and the buzz of chatter in your earpieces, until Street breaks the silence.

"Fuck", is all he manages, but really is describes your situation perfectly. You laugh into his chest, feeling him tighten his arms around you as if to make sure you're really with him before he draws back, a slight blush to his cheeks as he does so.

"... yeah, we're gonna need a little more than that, Street." Tan's unimpressed voice crackles over the radio, making you laugh as Street frowns.

You clap a hand on his shoulder as you dust yourselves off as best you can, knowing you really should be making your way back to the team. As you start wandering down the alley in search of them, Deacon's voice is the next to be heard. "Hey, at least we know both those idiots are alive. That's enough for me."