Ryan Reynolds Imagines

IMAGINE: Matt saving you

     You press yourself up against the cement wall, reloading your pistol. A bullet hits the wall and you drop down, your heart pounding. You breathe heavily, your hands shakily putting the bullets into the magazine. You're a CIA agent. You're in a parking garage. You were walking towards your car when you started getting shot at. You weren't able to radio in for help and you pray that someone hears the gunshots.

     You slowly stand up and peek around the corner of the wall. You see no one. Your eyebrows draw. You hurriedly walk to the other side of the wall and peek around the corner. There's the black SUV but no one is in it. You stay behind cover again, biting your lip. You glance at your car which is about twenty feet away, wondering if you should just chance it and run to your vehicle. You take a deep breath, crouch low, and then make a dash for your car. Gunshots ring out, but you don't stop. You dive for your car, rip the door open, and then slam it shut. Gunshots hit your bullet proof windshield. You grab your cellphone and then make the call to the police station while driving away.

     The black SUV follows you. "The car is following me." You claim.

     "All right, we're tracking your car, Y/N. We've got cops within a five mile radius headed your way." The dispatcher says.

     "Please tell them to hurry." You plead, taking a sharp turn to the right. You duck instinctively as a rain of gunfire hits your back window. You hear a loud pop and your car swerves.

     "They hit a tire!" You exclaim, trying to keep control of the car, while stepping on the gas even more.

     "Okay, okay, just hold on. The cops are now in a three mile radius. There's a traffic jam. They're trying to find another way around it." The dispatcher blurts out.

     "They're never going to make it. They're not." You cry as your car starts to drive on the rim. "Call Matt Weston now! He'll come!" You shout.

     "Matt Weston? He's just a new agent." The dispatcher replies.

     "I don't care! He's my best friend and he'll come. He lives around here!" You exclaim exasperatedly, before you hang up the phone. You pull your car off the side of the road, your heart in your throat. The black SUV stops behind you.

     "Come on, Matt. I need you." You whisper, trying to remain calm. You grab your gun and cock it back, waiting for the people in the SUV to come.

     You watch as four men get out of the car and slowly walk towards your car, AK-47s cradled in their arms. You take a deep breath and then glance down at your measly little pistol. You sigh and shake your head. Suddenly a car comes speeding down the road. The men shrink back near their car, trying to keep their guns out of sight. Your eyes widen as you recognize the car.

     "Matt." You whisper. You unbuckle as Matt stops his car next to yours. You see him reach for his rifle and you slowly open your car door.

     "Matt Weston, CIA agent! Get on the ground now!" He screams, stepping out of his car, his rifle poised and ready to fire. You get out of your car and then lift your pistol at the men.

     "You're both outnumbered, agents. Two against four? Not to mention we have the better weapons!" One of the men shout.

     "And who says we're outnumbered?" Matt asks as ten cop cars come speeding on to the scene.

     The men from the car start firing at Matt and you. You duck behind your car, occasionally lifting your head up to fire back at them. "Drop your weapons now!" Matt screams at them as they reload. Cops start getting out of their cars.

     "You're not making this any easier on yourself!" One cop yells. One by one, each four men drop their weapons and step out from behind the SUV, their hands behind their heads.

     As the cops arrest the men, Matt runs over to you. "Y/N." He sighs as he hugs you.

      You hug him back. "Thank you so much for coming." You whisper, grasping onto him tightly. "I knew you would come. I knew I could count on you." You say.

      "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" Matt asks, pulling back to look at you, slowly looking you up and down.

      "No, no, I'm fi-" You start to say.

     "Y/N!" He exclaims in horror, his eyes widening.

      "What?" You ask. His eyes are on your leg and you slowly look down. "Oh my gosh!" You exclaim. This a blood running down your leg. "Wh-what happened?" You ask, even though you know Matt has no clue. "I-I must've been so jacked up on adrenaline I had no idea I got shot." You whisper.

      Matt kneels down to examine your leg. "It looked like it just grazed you." He states with relief. He stands up and turns towards the nearest cop. "Hey, could we get an ambulance here? Y/N was grazed by a bullet." He says. The cop nods and calls in an ambulance.

      "Does it hurt?" Matt asks, looking back at you.

     You shake your head. "No, no really." You laugh softly.

     Matt throws an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side. "I'm just glad you're alive." He sighs.

     You smile back. "That makes two of us." You agree.

      He grins and kisses your forehead. "Come on, let's go find some bandages so we can start cleaning up your leg before the ambulance gets here." He says.

      You wrap your arm around his waist and smile up at him. "Thanks for saving me, Matt." You say.

      He smirks. "Anytime." He replies.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!