𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐟𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

forty-seven

"Steve, wake up please." Y/n begged, her head throbbing from all the crying she had done.

It had taken a minute for her to bounce back, and stop crying. The Russians still hadn't returned, and Steve was still unconscious. Y/n at this point thought he was dead, he hadn't moved a muscle.

"Help! Someone help!" Y/n shouted hoarsely "Please! Someone help us!"

"Hey, would you stop yelling?" Steve's groggy voice spoke.

Y/n gasped as a wave of relief crashed ontop of her, "Steve! Oh my god, I thought you were dead!" She breathed in relief "Are you okay?"

"My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pip out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Steve ranted leaning his head against Y/n's, "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He asker worriedly.

Y/n sighed "I'm fine, they only beat me up a bit." She lied, "They're calling you a doctor, hopefully."

Steve lifted his head and looked around "Is this his place of work?" He asked "I love the vibe. Charming" He joked.

Y/n rolled her eyes "Really?" She asked, looking around the room "We've gotta get out of here." She said.

Steve hummed "Yeah, well, we're tied together with a belt. And our hands are duct tapped." He said.

"Yeah, I've got somewhat of a plan." Y/n said looking over at the small table, that had all sorts of tools on it "You see that table over there to your right? No, your other right." Y/n said as Steve looked the opposite direction.

"Oh. Shit sorry." Steve mumbled.

"Do you see thoes scissors?" Y/n asked.

Steve nodded "Uh-huh."

"Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could inch our way over there. And then maybe I could kick the table, and knock them into your lap." Y/n explained.

"And I could cut the binds." Steve added.

Y/n nodded "Damn right, and we could get out of here." She said.

"Gotcha. Okay, yeah, we can do that." Steve said confidently "Those morons. The really left scissors in here?" He said laughing.

"Oh yeah, they're definitely morons." Y/n snickered.

"Total morons."

"Okay, on the count of three, we're gonna hop." Y/n said.

Steve nodded "Okay, good, hop on three." He said, "Wait, are you counting up to three or counting down?" He questioned.

"I'm counting up to three." Y/n answered with a sigh.

"Okay got it."

"One, two three."

The two hopped at the same time, luckily not falling over. The first hop was smooth, and they made little progress. But they still had a ways to go.

Y/n smiled "Okay, good, good. Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, one, two, three."

Another hop, and they were closer. Steve laughed "Holy shit, I can't believe this is really working." He said "Good thinking baby."

"Flirt later, ready again?" Y/n asked her face heating up at his praise.

Steve hummed "Lets do it."

"One, two, three." The couple counted simultaneously.