Enemy|| Adam Banks x Y/n

Playoffs 2

McGill gets a penalty for rough checking.

They call the parametics over and I lean back over Adam. I start skating off but get pushed from behind.

I fall to the ice.

"Ow." I look up to see the Jessie kid standing over me. 

Larson comes over and slams Jessie into a wall. I get up and throw my gloves off. Averman comes and slams me against the wall.

I throw a punch.

"This is what you get for hurting our friend." Jessie growls, punching me in the side of the face.

"I didnt do nothin." I complain, pushing Averman off me.

He falls. The ref grabs me by the jersy and brings me over to the penalty box, "Fighting penalty, 5 minutes." He says.

"Bull shit." I say and step into the box.

"Funny seeing you here." McGill says.

I stay silent as Jessie gets brought to his box, "Fighting penalty, 5 minutes." The ref says again.

Coach comes over to the side of the box.

"Thats the type of hockey I like to see Y/n." He says with a wicked grin.

I nod.

~~~

Adam gets taken out of the rink on a stretcher.

I clap.

McGill gives me a dirty look.

We ride our penalities out and then get back on the ice. 

Fulton shoots, everyone jumps out of the way. Goalie catches it but with the amount of strength in it he is blown back into the net.

"What kinda hockey players are you?" I shout.

Coach calls a time out.

"Come on sloppy asses, ladies, they dont need our help out there, now I want that Fulton Reed covered. He had better not make another shot, got it? I'm telling you, you blow this game and no body makes the team next year. Alright, get out there." Coach yells.

I take the ice.

~~~

We intercept the puck, its passed to me, I shoot and score!

Everyone comes to me and hugs me.

"Thats how you do it Y/l/n!" Coach yells.

The ducks groan.

~~~

Im on the bench, McGill gets it and falls with and umph. 

The puck is intercepted by the ducks.

Back to the hawks. McGill passes to Larson scores! 

~~~

Ducks have the puck. Conway passes to Jessie, back hand, scores.

We groan.

~~~

Im on the ice, Tammy and Tommy are on, Tammy starts spinning. 

"What the fuck." LArson says, just watching her.

I skate over to her but not in time. 

Passed, she stops spinning, shoots and scores.

5-4

Tammy starts doing her little tricks on the way to the bench.

"I'm done with this bitch." I say and check her to the ground.

I head over to the bench and take a sip of water. Just then Fulton comes from behind, picks me up, and shoves me over the side of the board thing. 

He then decides to pick a fight with the whole team as I lie on the ground in pain. 

McGill and Larson pull me up and coach checks on me.

"Im fine." I say.

"Game misconduct, youre out of here son." I hear the ref say to Reed.

"He barley touched her." Bombay complains. I roll my eyes.

~~~

Hawks have the puck, intercepted by duck, checked to the boards. 

Ducks get the puck back. 

"Line change." Bombay yells.

I get back on the ice as well.

"Flying V." Bombay yells.

They bring the puck behind their own net. 5 of them get into a V stance and they bring the puck down. I try following the puck but get confused. They pass the puck between themselves.

I push the Guy kid to the ground but Jessie is left undefended. He shoots and scores.

The ducks go crazy.

5-5

~~~

Back on the bench.

McGill gets the puck, passes to Brown. Intercepted.

Hawks get the puck back. Shoots. Misses.

Only secounds on the clock.

Charlie gets the puck.

Brings it down the ice.

Larson hooks him.

Time runs out.

Ref calls a penalty shot for the ducks.

Fuck.

Coach is yelling madness. 

He pulls aside the goalie.

"Don't lose this for us." He says. Goalie nods and takes the ice.

We slap his helmet as he heads out.

Charlie takes the ice.

I grab Larson and McGills hands and pray.

"Charlie. Charlie." The ducks chant.

He takes the puck. Right left, shoots. Goalie cant get there fast enough, he scores.

Ducks cheer as they take the ice to congradulate him.

Coach covers his face in embarresment and we all left out groans.

I take my stick and slam it against my knee, splitting it into two peices. 

I throw it onto the ice as the score changes from 5-5 to 5-6.

As the ducks celebrate, the hawks throw their gloves and helmets onto the ground in frustration.

We were beating them the first two periods.

The goalie comes in looking depressed.

"Its ok." I say to him as we skate to the dressing room.

He ignores me.