Out of A Shell (Dash Parr x Fem!Shy!Reader)

Taking a Chance

2nd POV

The heat racing across his face made him grimace. Fire raged across every corner, merciless flames reached up along with clouds of smoke that made the hallways and rooms seem like he was currently within a hellish nightmare, but none of it wasn't nearly enough to keep him from running deeper into the building.

In the distance, on the floors below, he could hear the clamor of fighting. There were crashing noises, yells, and brief cries of pain, but he was relieved none of them came from his family. Then again, of course they didn't. He knew fully well that everyone could handle themselves.

He lifted a fallen piece of the ceiling away from a door, then kicked it open, squinting his eyes to see into the room. Two pairs of eyes, full of fright, met his gaze. A man and woman were on the floor against the wall, their suits dirtied with soot.

Score. These had to be the only workers who were unaccounted for.

"T-The Dash?" The woman asked in disbelief, and the teen nodded.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm gonna get you two out of here. Follow me."

They didn't need any further words. The two adults stood up, somewhat shakily, and made their way over to him. He led them out of the room and to where he came from, moving at a slow pace and keeping a close eye on them so he wouldn't lose them.

And, it was a good thing he did. The cracking of the ceiling above them turned into a roar as a large piece fell down. If he wasn't there, the man would've gotten crushed.

The Dash zipped over and caught it, just as the man fell to the ground. As his companion came back to help him up, the teen tossed the burning debris away, flinching when he felt something searing hot rub against his left cheek.

"Keep going! There's an emergency ladder you both can climb down just ahead!"

He called out. They heard him, and did as he requested, as the teen trailed after them. As soon as he saw they reached the window the ladder was hanging from, and began to descend down the side of the building with it, he went back to the spiraling stairwell he ran up, and jumped down the center of them to land at the very bottom.

The main floors not being shrouded in smoke like the upper ones allowed him to take in heavenly breathes of air. The teen soon realized he wasn't alone, as someone materialized next to him as he moved.

"Is everyone out?" His sister, Miss Disappear, asked. He turned to face her.

"Yeah, there's no one else up there. What's the progress with those Blueblood goons?"

"We got them, they're in police custody now. They want us to clear out of the building so the fire department can step in." She answered, but then her periwinkle eyes squinted.

"...And also? Your face is burned."

"...It is?" He recalled the stinging pain in his cheek, having blocked it out before.

"Yes. It...doesn't look that bad though."

"It must be healing already." The blond commented, referencing the minor superpower he had. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't check it the injury now though, it wasn't the time.

"Anyway, let's go. Everyone's waiting outside right?"

"Yeah."

The Dash followed Miss Disappear as she went down a corridor extending to the back of the building, and at the end of it, held an emergency exit. Stepping past it out into the fresh, late evening air was enlivening.