Marcel Ruiz & Alex Alvarez Imagines

runaways-m.r (finale)

y/n=your name
l/n=last name
enjoy :) this is the final part to "runaways" I hope you all like it.
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Y/N's POV

My surroundings are all a blur as we pass by them. At the speed we are going everything meshes together.

"How far is this place that they told us to go to?" I ask and turn to look at Marcel, who has his eyes on the road.

"The GPS says we have 20 more minutes to go, so not that far." Marcel says and looks for a brief moment at his phone.

"I want this whole thing to be over with already." I say and rest my head on the window.

"It will, we just have to turn this into them and we'll be out this whole mess." Marcel says and reaches over the council and gives my thigh a squeeze. I smile at him and grab his hand in mine, holding it.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Not an uncomfortable silence, it was the kind of silence that brings you comfort.

Twenty minutes later, Marcel parks the car in front of what looks like a park. We get out of the car and head towards a clearing in between some trees. We lean against a tree and wait for the people of the FBI to arrive.

Ten minutes pass by and still nothing.

"What's taking them so long? I thought they told you at this time to be here." I say and turn to look at Marcel, who is pacing back and forth.

"They did, we just have to wait a little longer." Marcel says.

Then we hear the sound of leaves crunching. We turn towards the movement, thinking it's who we have been waiting for. It's not.

"You kids got some nerve running from us." Says a man, who I recognize is the one that went after us in my house.

"What do you guys want? Whatever it is you are looking for we don't have it." Marcel says.

"It's not us who want something from you, we're just doing our job. He however, does want something from you." He says and steps out of the way for another man to step forward.

"Well well, if it isn't Marcel Ruiz and his little girlfriend Y/N L/N." Says the man.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want from us?" I say.

"My name is John Logan, and I believe you guys have something that belongs to me." John says.

I look over at Marcel and he seems just as surprised as I am.

"We don't know what you are talking about." Marcel says.

"Oh really, well let me refresh your memory." He says and pulls out a phone from his pocket and clicks play on something. Soon Marcel's voice fills the air, along with whoever he talked on the phone with. You can clearly hear him say we found the flash drive with all the names and that we wanted to turn it into them. The recording stops and he puts the phone back in his pocket.

"Does that help refresh your memory?" He says.

We remain silent for a few seconds until Marcel speaks up.

"That flash drive doesn't belong to you." He says.

"Nor does it belong to you." John says.

"I'm not gonna give it to you!" Marcel says loudly.

"Oh really," He says and then turns and nods at one of his men. I stand in confusion as I watch in confusion until I feel someone come up behind me and wraps an arm around my neck and holds a gun to my head. I squirm and kick in hopes of getting out their grasp, however i'm too weak. I look around frantically and see Marcel with a worried look on his face.