Robert Downey Jr X Reader *EDITING

SOLVING MYSTERIES 8

*Y/N

I woke up when I heard a couple of familiar voices in the building. I silently groan at the uncomfortable position I'm in. 

"Y/N, darling. Where are you?" I heard Sherlock's voice.

"In here..." I coughed at the dust. Then, I heard the boys begin to remove the bricks that is above me. Then, I saw the light of the night and saw two faces of my boys.

"It's been a long time, boys." I joked.

"Well, it has been." John said as he grabbed his pocket knife and untied me from the chair. The boys helped me stand. Then, I hugged Sherlock, being careful of his injury. I held his face in my hands and we both smiled.

"You scared me there." I told him and he only showed me his hurt smile. 

"I'm so glad to see you, my darling." He said.

"I'm glad to see you too." I said and I leaned in to kiss his lips. 

"We better go." John said. I broke the kiss and we nodded our heads at him. John held Sherlock's uninjured arm and helped him run away. I followed behind them until we reached the armory room. 

"What were you thinking?" John said.

"Wait!" Sherlock said as he grabbed his pistol he dropped it on the floor. John pulled out the cloth covering the guns. I went and took a couple of pistols and magazines. I filled my pockets with enough magazines to last us until we walked away from this place.

"If you must know, I was thinking I had him. Right where I wanted him." Sherlock said.

"You almost died in the hands of my Father." I said as Sherlock stood and I went in front of him.

"It's not yet my time, dear." He said as he peck my lips again. 

"Right... Crack on then." John began to walk. We followed him on the path going out of the factory. When we were out, we heard a whistle. We looked at it and saw Simza. Sherlock and John began locking arms, looking at each other's backs.

"Turn in 3...2...1." Both of them turned, making John shoot the incoming henchmen with a rifle. "Darling, in front." Sherlock told me. I grabbed my pistol and shot the two men coming from the front. I saw Sherlock go near Simza. Me and John followed the gypsies out. John and I are taking turns in taking a shot.

"Did you see my brother?" Simza asked.

"No, but I'm certain he's been here."

"Where are we going?" I asked as we ran.

"Over that wall." Simza said. 

"Holmes, how did you know I'd find you?" John asked.

"You didn't find me, you collapsed a building on me." Sherlock answered.

All of us began running and shooting at the German henchmen, until we found a train for us to take cover, waiting for the enemy's heavy gunfire. I saw one man running towards us when I shot him in the head.

"Nice shot, darling." Sherlock complimented. I only winked at him and began to cover as we heard a heavy fire of machine guns. Sherlock tried to cover me from the debris of wood coming from the train when we heard a bomb shoot the wall in front of us. I looked at the broken wall and chuckled.

"We'll there's our exit." I said and we began running towards the forest.

"Where are the horses?" John shouted as we ran.

"They're behind!" Simza replied.

"We need them!" John said.

"You want to go back?" Simza asked sarcastically.

"What's our way out?" Sherlock asked.

"There's our way out..." Simza said pointing at the train that we are hearing from afar. 

I felt Sherlock hold my hand and we began running fast knowing that the Germans were right behind us. They also fired bullets at us and even tried bombings us, but we tried to stay alive. The adrenaline is rushing through my veins and in the course of my adventures, whether it may be good or bad, this is the only excitement that I've got to deal with, not knowing if I'm going to stay alive or not.

When another heavy bomb was fired in front of us, we landed on the ground and only a buzzing sound was I only heard. I groaned as I slowly stood. I felt John patting my back and we saw soldiers running and attacking us. Our group began attacking them with hand-to-hand combat. Sherlock was about to be shot by another soldier when I helped him in combat. Then, he gave the loaded gun to me and I saw Moran running near us. I took the rifle and shot him.

We heard the whistle of the train. All of us began running to the train, Simza's man opened the cart. John assisted Sherlock up the cart. Then, I went up holding the man's hand as he pulled me up the cart.

"Come on!" The gypsy man shouted. John went up and Simza did as well. As they began helping each other, I went near Sherlock and saw him lying on the ground.

"Sherlock..." I said as I held his cheeks in my hands.

"I'm alright, my darling." He said. Just then, he pointed at my upper arm.

"You're hurt." He said. I looked at it and I never realized that I was hurt in the process of escaping. It is bleeding though, it may need a couple of stitches.

"Don't mind me, I worry about you." 

"Just stay with me for a while and I'll be okay..." Just then, we heard a gunshot and another man of ours was down. Simza cradled Sherlock's head as I stayed still beside him, holding his hand in mine. I lay a kiss on his forehead and I smiled at him. He smiled back and I looked at the side, looking over the environment. 

"Y/N, you're hurt. Let me stitch you up." John said.

"Don't mind me, John. Heal yourself first." I said as I pointed at his wound at his side. 

"Why don't you rest for a while? It'll take time before we arrive." He said.

"I don't want to leave him." I said.

"You're not leaving him, you're just resting at the side. We need your energy for some more." I nodded my head. I rest my back on the crate behind me without letting go of Sherlock's hand and his side. I looked at the view and sighed deeply as I closed my eyes for a nap.