Coldflash smut

On The Road

!!!LIGHT SMUT WARNING!!! ALSO, WATTPAD IS BEING A CUNT, SO IGNORE THE SPACES, IT WON'T LET ME DELETE THEM

"Look, Snart, I don't wanna fight you!" I yelled, hiding behind a car as he shot the ground by my feet.
"Do you really expect me to believe that? Aren't you just itching to send me back to prison?" I darted around the side of the car, catching Mick and running him to the cops, his hands already cuffed. As I was running back Snart blasted my leg, making me topple over and roll towards him. None of the police moved to help, but I saw them all raising their guns seeing as how Captain Cold was distracted.
"Please, I don't want..." I was cut off as something hit the ground by my head. Both me and Snart looked at it, our faces full of confusion. It began emmiting a bright light, making us shield our eyes in unison. There was nothing after that. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the flashing light faded, as did my consciousness.
"Barry!"

What the hell?" Suddenly remembering that I was in a fight with Snart I looked around, my senses heightening. Sitting just two feet away from me was Captain Cold himself. He was watching me closely, his eyes narrowed. My foot ached as I tried to stand, making me groan.
"Stay down. You're still healing." He said, turning his face away. As soon as I wrenched myself from that pain, I noticed that I wasn't sitting on pavement anymore. Sand and rocks covered the ground for as far as I could see, and bit into the palms of my hands.

"Snart?" I stood up, shakily.
"Allen." There was nothing.
"Leonard!" Nothing, anywhere!
"Barry." Where's the city? Where are we?
"LEONARD!" We were alone in the middle of nowhere!
"Calm down."
"Leonard, what happened, where are we? What's going on here?" Panic was setting in deep as I spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything, only to be met with stretches of sand. I stumbled on my numb leg, falling back to the ground. Before I could do much of anything, Leonard was hovering over me.
"Woah Barry, just calm down." Gentle hands helped me sit up, and I had to take a deep breath or I'd completely lose it again. "Okay, now, I don't know where we are, or what happened, but an airplane flew over just a few minutes ago. It was still pretty low, so I think it took off from somewhere that way."

"What if it was actually landing the other way, though." Judging by the look he gave me, I guess he knew enough about planes to know what a take off looked like. "Or it wasn't."
"Good. Now, rather than waste time walking, I don't suppose you can get us there any faster?" I entertained the thought, before realizing I couldn't even run.
"I might have been able to if it weren't for my leg." Leonard cursed lightly under his breath.
"Shouldn't that be gone? I thought you healed quickly." The suit seemed to be weighing me down, so i unzipped the front of it and tied it around my waist.
"I do, usually. But that gun was invented to stop me. It shoots a nitrogen solution capable of achieving absolute zero. Essentially, my blood vessels, which are usually really fast, freeze and slow down when I get hit by it, and my powers are weakened until new vessels can..." Without even realizing it, I had begun to geek out in front of this cold hearted man. When I shut my mouth and glanced at his eyes, they weren't as cold as I remembered them to be.
"Well, how long will it take to heal?" The tone in his voice aggravated me, as it sounded like he was angry with me. Did he not realize that this was his fault?

"I'm not sure. Few days, perhaps." With a heavy sigh he turned and started walking in the direction that he claimed the plane came from.
"Well, come on. Let's not waste time. And don't say anything, talking is too exhausting, we should focus on getting home."

We'd been walking for a while now, and there was still nothing in sight. Stepping on my leg sent pins and needles up it, which was really starting to hurt.
"Leonard, I need to sit for a minute." I said, stumbling into him. He caught me by my arm with one hand, keeping me upright.
"Barry, the longer we're out here, the worse this whole thing gets." Leonard warned, lowering me down and sitting before me. I winced as he pulled my leg up.
"Please, don't touch it." Ignoring me, he grabbed my pant leg with both hands and ripped it up to my knee with a small knife he pulled from his pocket. Cisco won't be happy about that. Despite my warning, or pleading I should say, he gingerly ran his fingertips over the blue skin.
"Does this happen every time? With the cold gun?" Looking up at me, I could see he was shocked.
"What did you think happened all those times you shot me?" I snapped, relaxing back on my elbows for a minute.
"I don't know, Barry. You have super powers, I assumed it wasn't actually hurting you." He let go of my leg and sat back, sighing and running a stressed hand over the cold gun. "Does it cause permanent damage?"