After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

Catch Me If You Can

Y/N's woken up suddenly by banging on her cabin door. She rolls over and checks her watch which reads around 5 in the morning. She groans and gets out of bed, throwing on a jacket to cover herself, and to shelter her from the morning cold as she makes her way to the front door. She opens it to be met with the smiling and bright faces of Bucky and Curt.

"Somebody better be dying", she says, her voice being a little raspy from dehydration. Her slight hangover from the night prior was the one to blame this time.

"Hey, you told me to wake you up whenever we have a mission", John raises his hands in defense.

"And I'm starting to regret that decision because its 5 in the Morning John", she yawns, rubbing her eyes to help them open.

"We're leaving in 30 and I know you like to say bye to the guys before they take off so..."

"Right, yeah, of course", She nods and looks at Curt with a smile when their eyes meet. "Good morning, Curt."

"Morning Angel", he smiles back as he leans against the doorframe.

"No good morning for me?", Bucky complains with a tilt of his head, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

"I'll be out in 15", she says before closing the door on him, dismissing the question and walking over to her dresser. She hears the laugh of Curt directed towards Bucky, with the muffed sound of him teasing his friend while she grabs the uniform she folded neatly the night before. She gets changed and goes to the bathroom, brushing her hair and teeth to make herself look presentable. She makes her way out of her cabin and heads to the main base on foot. She's greeted by the friendly and smiling faces of the squad while she makes her way through the building and to the airstrip.

"Hey, Y/N", She's stopped by a voice with a tinge of nervousness. She turns around to see who it was and smiles.

"Oh, hey Crosby", She looks over his outfit noticing that he was dressed up in his gear. "Are you flying today?"

"Yeah..."

"Hey, you'll do great. They wouldn't put you up there if you weren't good." She says comfortingly. "Plus, if you're taking bubbles spot then you're bound to be a great navigator", she hits his hat down over his face. "Have fun Cros. I'd say good luck, but you don't need it."

He laughs lowly and fixes his hat nodding slightly, "Thank you. I'll see you after."

That's when she hears the sound of a jeep horn honking behind her with the holler of a voice she's heard one too many times. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a smile. She turns around to face none other than Bucky and Buck, arms hanging out over the nonexistent windows of the doors.

"Need a ride sweetheart?" John calls out with his signature smirk. He's wearing his pilot attire with his sunglasses tilted down slightly over his nose with his head cocked to the side.

Could he get any more good looking? Every damn day too.

My god

She closes one of her eyes to block the glare from the sun that was casting over her face, shining into her eyes. "For the jeep or the pilot driving?", she calls back.

His jaw flexes as he interprets her words nodding his head and swiping his tongue across his lower lip. "Is that a yes?"

She chuckles and walks over to the vehicle, climbing over the door and siting behind the pair of boys and turns towards Crosby. "I'll see you when you get back!", she waves to him and blows him a kiss before Bucky steps on the gas and drives down the airstrip. The wind is hitting her face making her hair blows in all directions. So much for brushing it. She leans her head back against the seat enjoying the view of the sky and the smell of fuel she's become so accustomed to. They pull up to Buck's plane and he hops out, grabbing his bag. She looks up at him and smiles. "Make sure to come back in good condition or Marge will kill me."