To Be Loved // Masters of the Air

3: Stolen Uniforms

Putting equipment away in his separate room of the barracks, Cleven doesn't notice when Egan arrives. Biddick and Crosby had been standing close in discussion, yet no sign of you anywhere and it was fifteen minutes till training.

It didn't seem as if Cleven caught a glimpse of Egan, not paying attention to him coming in until he spoke.
"Where's Y/N at? Shouldn't she be here already?"

Cleven couldn't help but give a confused glance as Bucky walked over to his room, sitting on a chest next to his friend.
"She said she was gonna take a shower real quick. That was a while ago."

Bucky was about to respond but didn't get the chance before he heard the door swing open. Some of the men from the different crew groups walked in, snickering and whispering to each other.

"Didn't Blaine already get the reaction he wanted? Why did he go into the showers and steal her PT gear?" One of them whispered as the other chuckled, a sly grin on his face. He was recognized as one of the minions of Blaine, the friend of his.

The other responded with a whisper back, moving to their cots as they drew out a cigarette. "Have no idea. But how's she going to get to training now?"

The back and forth rumbles of their voices made both Buck and Bucky freeze where they sat, their heads snapping over to the men continuing to snicker at their cots.

Oh, how they were in for a treat.

Moods completely plummeted and without more so than a second thought, Cleven was already on his feet as he sauntered towards the two airmen, standing in front of them.

"Are you talking about Y/N?" Cleven's gut feeling warned him that they both were talking about you, and the thought of it irked him.

The one glances at his friend red in the face, who hurriedly nods, spilling the beans as if they didn't plan on keeping the secret in the dark for long.

"Sgt. Blaine took Y/N's PT gear as she was in the showers, but we swear we didn't help him!" They were eager to throw Blaine under the bus, putting out the fire he started so they wouldn't be the ones to get the most in trouble.

Cleven's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe the actions he had just heard as they rolled off the men's lips in a millisecond. Was it really Blaine that did it? After everything he had done this morning?

Level-headed, Cleven tried his best to play a poker face, even when his heart was stammering inside of his chest. It's safe to say that the next time he saw Sgt. Blaine, it wouldn't be too pretty.

The barrack's door creaks open, and all heads turn to the direction of the sound. Water had dripped to the floor, accompanied with someone wrapped in a towel. You suck in a breath as you grasped the towel's sides together to the best of your ability so it wouldn't fall to the floor.

When Cleven turns to look at you, his anger instantly subsides. Your wet hair plastered to the sides of your face, you couldn't help but still stand there awkwardly, droplets of water still dripping to the ground.

Egan's tone was lighthearted as he laughed at the scene, not caring one bit about the fact that you were a bit exposed.
"Is that you in the towel?"

You grumble to his question as if it wasn't obvious enough and even more embarrassing. A frown sneaks its way onto your lips, "Surprised I didn't walk in naked Egan?"

The eyes of yours roll as you reply to him, not having any of it at this moment.
"Someone stole my PT gear. I don't know who."

Ignoring the banter between you and Egan, Cleven focused his gaze on you. His expression remained soft while looking at your figure, unlike the way he had been with the men only moments prior when you walked in.