Richtofen Headcanons + Oneshots

[Oneshot, Smut] Do You Want A Second Opinion? 2: Electric Boogaloo

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound of droplets falling onto the concrete was barely louder than the cicadas that called out into the night. In and out, that was the plan - that was always the plan, but when did it ever go off without a hitch?

"Field report, insertion point was off, we seem to be in a courtyard of such. Allied operatives accounted for. The kraut hasn't let us in on his plan, he never does."

"I'm right here you know."

Dempsey flicked his eyes over to Edward, unamused that the doctor had interrupted his captain's log or whatever. "...I'll update as soon as I can." He clicked his voice recorder off, mumbling under his voice about who knows what, but you had a feeling it was about Richtofen.

You were somewhere in the continental United States, it was dark, so for landmarkers you couldn't determine shit, but in your gut you knew you were home. Dempsey wasn't wrong, though. You did seem to be in some kind of large courtyard, surrounded by the outwalls of a building on... five sides curious enough.

"We should be close." Edward announced, spotting a busted out door leading into the building.

You walked close to him while still keeping an eye out on your surroundings. This place was chilling you to the bone. You were starting to get flashbacks to the insane asylum the five of you visited back in Germany. It wasn't as gross and bloody, but it was still eerie.

Edward walked towards the door, the rest of you following in tow. The glass was indeed busted out, and even as he reached through to push the door handle open from the inside, whatever security was still left didn't allow the door to budge. It was like whatever facility this was was on lockdown. He looked at you, then to the group.

"Here... let me."

You took off your jacket and wrapped it around your hand, punching out the rest of the glass to give you a clean entrance. Once you were fairly sure you wouldn't cut yourself, you slipped your jacket back on and stepped through the opening. The men followed you without a thought.

"Where the fuck are we, Edward?" You ask, staring down the long corridor. The place was obviously abandoned, blood covered the walls in places, yet the lights were still on. Blinking and dim, mind you, but still on.

"Where we need to be... almost." He answered.

"You better start answering our questions, German." Nikolai growled, tired of being left in the dark.

"Yeah, for once I agree with the Commie." Dempsey spoke up as well, hand gripped tightly on his pistol. Something told you he was fighting off the urge to just shoot Richtofen then and there and not gripping the weapon for protection.

Edward glared at the two, and instead of humouring them with a remark, he simply spun on his heel, marching off to the beat of his own drum.

You walked in silence, ears straining for any sound of organic life, but the clicking of your heels drowned out anything worth hearing. The papers on the ground were stomped on and smudged with stains. It was in vain that you tried to read them as you stepped over the pages. Your eyebrows furrowed as you were almost certain you saw the word "Classified" stamped on one.

Through another doorway into a stairwell was when Dempsey started complaining again.

"I'm sick of your shit, Richtofen. It's one thing leaving us in the dark, but your girlfriend?" He growled. You side eyed him, unamused by his words.

"I'm not a pawn for you to get information, Dempsey." You could tell he did that to get a rise out of Edward and maybe spill something. His jaw clenched, argument ceasing as he realized you knew what he was trying to do.