Pigment (Millard Nullings X Reader)

I Like Trains NYOOM

Just watched Endgame, and I almost started writing a Peter Parker X Reader....

"Everything will be fine," Millard told me, petting my hair. "We're almost there."

I opened my eyes to find Millard and his bulky winter coat holding me. In the background, I could hear Jacob swearing, and I figured out that this was definitely not heaven. Sadly enough, I had not died yet. Not even a Heather with angel wings was there to slap me alive (although I guessed that sorta happened earlier when I almost died of hypothermia....)

I touched the side of my stomach, checking to make sure that the stabbing really happened. When I brought my hand back to my face, I was still bleeding, but Bronwyn had kept pressure on it with a cloth stolen from a soldier. 

That's when I noticed that we were all crammed into one of the wight's Jeep, while Jacob was trying to get the engine to start. Dead wights were scattered outside of the building we were previously held in, and I asked Bronwyn what happened while I passed out.

"Hugh killed them," Bronwyn said as she fixed the wound rag that began sliding down a bit. "With thousands of bees, of course."

"Damn straight," Hugh said proudly.

The car rattled as Jacob angrily kicked the car. He began swearing, and put his head on the wheel. Sympathetically, Emma put her hand on his back, patting affectionately.

"Are you looking for keys?" I asked him.

"Yeah, and they're nowhere to be found!" Jacob yelled.

"That's because you don't need a key." He just stared at me, confused and maybe even dazed. I just sighed and said: "Do you want me to drive?"

Jacob shook his head. "No. You're losing blood, and I should be able to drive."

"It's stick shift," I added.

There was a pause as the cogs in Jacob's brain turned. Sooner or later, he sighed, saying, "Okay, fine."

Bronwyn helped position me in the driver's seat, and gave Emma the job of making sure to add pressure to my wound. I was able to turn the car on and drive, as Jacob gave me directions to the train station. I didn't do too bad for completely guessing how cars were supposed to work. I mean, Heather let me drive hers around a bit before we entered the loop, but that was years ago.

We reached the train station quickly, and a man on the platform stopped us. He seemed to recognize the group, but looked at me skeptically. I guessed blood wasn't a popular fashion trend in the 1940's. Which made sense, I guess. I just tried my best to hide the stab wound with my jacket, while still applying as much pressure as possible. Thank Bird that Millard was there for me to lean on to.

Everyone just ignored the man as we ran onto the train and into a first-class compartment. I didn't even want to know how and why we had the entire room in our possession, but I felt like Horace had something to do with it. Millard helped me sit down, as Bronwyn went go to fetch medical supplies from another train car.

"We made it," Emma smiled. "I can't believe we made it."

"I can't believe (Y/N) knows how to drive stick shift," Jacob pointed out. Yeah, me neither, man.

After a bit, Bronwyn came back with a box of bandages, gauges, and medicines. She threw the whole box down with a thud, then kneeled in front of me. I gave her the cloth that I was currently using to stop blood from coming out of my body. Bronwyn carefully began dressing the wound, cleaning the area that had been stabbed, and even putting a little band-aid on top of the actual bandage around my stomach.