Boy Wonder

25|| Look Out

JJ Pov

"Alright, so, what happened out there on the airstrip?", I asked (Y/n) in a firm voice.

"It's a long story, sorta. Um, where do I even start? So, I sped the car up and parked directly in front of the plane and we braced for impact. Thought we were gonna die but obviously, we didn't. We get out of the car and Ward is like, 'why did you guys do that? You coulda killed yourselves or my daughter!', so I yelled at him back and said, 'hey, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a selfish bastard!', anyways, he slapped me for that, dick move. Sarah comes out and she runs to us instead of her dad. He's all like, 'get over here, Sarah.', and Sarah's like, 'no, no way. Ew.', so I become a human shield. Peterkin comes in and Ward's like, 'haha you guys are going to jail.', and Peterkin is like pointing a gun to his head and goes, 'they are not going to jail but you are because you killed Big John.'. She was an icon for that.", she breathed as she winced in pain, "then Rafe comes outta nowhere and points a gun at us so I'm telling Peterkin, 'move outta the way!', so she does and moves Ward out of the way too. Next thing ya know, I'm bleeding because guess what? I got shot!", (Y/n) rambled.

"Rafe Cameron fucking shot you?!", I asked her in shock.

That fucking bastard hurt my woman. I'm gonna make him pay.

"Yes. Then, he shot Peterkin, now she's dead and JB and I are on the run!", she finished.

"Jesus, (Y/n)! How have you not passed out yet?!", Kie asked her in shock.

"I dunno. Adrenaline, maybe.", (Y/n) sighed, wincing as she moved her leg.

"We should take you to the hospital, (Y/n).", Pope proposed.

"No, that's not happening. Ward is framing my brother and I for Sheriff Peterkin's murder. Knowing that I'm injured, the cops would look in the hospital first. I'll be fine as long as I don't bleed out and keep pressure on the wound.", she rambled.

"How do you know all this?", I asked her in surprise.

"JJ, I learned all my survival shit from The Walking Dead. They did some of that stuff there. I don't wanna die from blood loss nor do I wanna go to jail for a crime that I didn't commit so this will have to do.", she explained briefly.

"Well, is the bullet still in your leg or did it go through?", I asked her gently.

"I didn't check with all that was going on but I'm about 99% sure that it went through.", my beautiful woman assured me.

"Well, if you're sure, then, we'll believe you. If anything happens though and you pass out, we're taking you to an emergency room, okay?", I spoke firmly.

"Okay, sounds like a pla- hey, John B, what are we doing at the train station?", (Y/n) worriedly asked her brother.

"Someone has gotta tell the cops what happened.", he stated as he parked the Twinkie.

"I- that's a bad idea for so many reasons but hey, do whatever you want.", she muttered in a voice full of annoyance.

"Want some of this blunt, (Y/n)?", Pope asked curiously.

"Hm? Yeah, sure. I'm a bit of a lightweight so I might be high in about 20 minutes, not sure.", she said nonchalantly.

Pope extended the blunt to her as she slowly took it from his hand. She pulled the blunt to her pretty lips as she inhaled the smoke and exhaled it after letting rest in her mouth for some time, a small cough escaping her mouth.