✯⋆ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴏ ⋆✯

✯𝓬H𝖆𝒑𝒕Ⓔ𝐑 ｅ𝔦🅶𝐡T✯

Get out.

I could've jumped higher.

Attempting to turn in the air and land on my feet, I slammed mid-air into the hood of the police car, senses deafened by the sirens and lights. I groaned and rolled over, unaware that there was nowhere to roll to but the ground.

My feet found their way onto the solid pavement, and the rest of my body attempted to follow as I stumbled away from the police. The ringing in my ears distracted me from my surroundings, slowly becoming more aware of this with every car I nearly ran into.

Even though it hurt, it wasn't the worst possible outcome. I could be bleeding out or having a heart attack.

I tried breathing through the pain, but that made it worse. And when I wrongfully assumed things couldn't get exceedingly complicated, I saw three more police cars.

Letting out a tired laugh of doom, I turned the nearest corner, only to find more. The street was practically infested with police, entirely crawling with my demise.

I felt like screaming, but that wouldn't help the situation.

Any other day of the week, I could handle it, no problem. But usually I don't spend my Sundays teasing the very edge of paralyzation.

Just before I gave up, I had the best epiphany. It wasn't the most morally correct idea. And definitely another five years in orange, but it would get me where I need to go without having to run for my life.

I limped back around the corner, finding a running car.

A light blue prius caught my eye, a woman in her mid-twenties watching me in horror behind the dash as I approached her.

Smiling, I gave a tiny knock. She unrolled the window, her eyes unblinking.

"Hi. Can I borrow this?" I asked politely, trying not to scare her too much, but I've probably already failed that with the police and stuff. "Go ahead and start grabbing your stuff you want in the next three days because the police will find it soon."

She shook her head and grabbed her purse, running out of the area.

I took her spot and maneuvered the car, making a u-turn that would thoroughly disappoint my father. I pressed the pedal to the metal, watching for the cop cars that hadn't yet been able to catch up.

Currently, I was 3 miles away from where I had left my car. But I needed to make it ten.

The plan was formed enough for me to follow through, so I took the turn before it was too late.

Gravity was defined as the car tipped to the left, and I feared I would turn over two cars in one day. Three more and I'd probably break my record.

I took another left, mapping out my route. Like a twisted maze, I took the most obscure trail to my car. The cops were lost, but not for long.

Pulling into the parking garage, I ran right through the barrier gate, setting off a daunting, blaring alarm. I had almost forgotten the ringing in my ear.

"But that'd be too lucky," I thought, cursing myself for possibly jinxing it.

Worried, I drove through the parking garage, simultaneously making up a plan B for if my car had been found and apprehended by SHIELD.

My pulse began to hurt in my neck, and I glanced down at my hands. Bloody, and stuffed with glass. I began to break a sweat at the reminder that I was still bleeding quite badly from my left thigh. Quickly, I anticipated that I would probably pass out soon and wake up in a police car.