The Return Of Bolt//Barry Allen(Book 2)

Zoom Unmasked

I sprawled out in the middle of a vast field, feeling the excellent blades of grass tickle my skin through the fabric of my suit. The gentle rustling of the leaves overhead provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts, but there was no solace in my mind. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to sort through the maelstrom of emotions swirling within me.

Confusion gnawed at me. I couldn't fathom why Barry was so upset with me. I had offered to give myself up to Zoom, not out of recklessness, but as a last-ditch attempt to protect everyone. Wasn't that what heroes did? Sacrifice themselves for the greater good? Wasn't that what Barry himself would do in a heartbeat?

Yet, as I replayed every emotion in my mind, I realized it wasn't just anger that Barry had been carrying. It was a disappointment. That after all, we had spoken about, about communicating our feelings, he's avoiding speaking about his.   Frustration that Barry couldn't see my perspective, that he couldn't understand why I had offered myself up as bait for Zoom. It was as if he expected me to sit idly by while our friends were in danger, to do nothing when I had the power to potentially save them.

Tears welled up in my closed eyes, and I wiped them away with the back of my hand. The conflict between us hurt more than I cared to admit. I couldn't stand the thought of Barry being mad at me, and yet I couldn't shake the conviction that my choice had been the right one.

A growing resentment toward Barry was beginning to form. He hadn't made any effort to speak with me about his feelings or concerns. Instead, he had chosen to shut me out, leaving me to decipher his emotions from his distant glances and cold silence.

The anger I felt wasn't solely because he was upset with me – I could understand his disappointment and fear for my safety. What fueled my frustration was his inability to communicate openly with me, and to share his concerns and worries. We were a team, bound by trust and shared experiences, and yet he had opted for distance instead of dialogue.

It felt like a betrayal of our partnership, and that was something I couldn't quickly overlook. We had promises of no more secrets, and I was keeping to my end of the deal. I had always believed that Barry and I could work through anything together and that our connection was strong enough to weather any storm. But his refusal to talk to me, to confide in me, made me question the foundation of our relationship.

Anger mingled with my other emotions, creating a turbulent storm within me. I wanted to shake him, to make him see that we needed to communicate and support each other. It was infuriating to be kept in the dark, especially when our friends' lives hung in the balance.

I knew I needed to find a way to bridge this emotional chasm between us, but for now, as I lay in that field, I allowed myself to feel the weight of my conflicting emotions, hoping that clarity would eventually come.

I then got a text later in the evening saying that a speedster was out robbing people in the streets and they needed me.

"Fifth and Everett Sam, you can use the alley to cut him off," Cisco spoke into my comms and I followed those instructions. I was there a little late, as Barry had already been knocked off his feet, and I ran over to him.

"Flash are you okay?" I tried to help him up. The speedster then paused, and we had a good look at them. Another female speedster. No offence, but finally.

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I had just been caught up on Caitlin's big reveal. She developed a speed drug V9 aka velocity-9 to help heal Jay from whatever Zoom did to his speed. It was causing cellular degeneration in these cells, so Caitlin was trying her best to help save him. Barry was mad that Cait didn't fill him in, and now everyone's worried he's going to take the last vial.