Chapter Ten
(AN: SORRY, PARCELS (das da name 4 my fans) EVERYTHING IS SO LATE SKOOL LITERALLY MURDERED ME YEAR 7 IS SOOO HARD AND I HAVE NOT HAD TIME TO WRITE SOZ SO MUCH HAVE LIKE 5 CHAPPIES)
We swurved around all the cars and roundthebouts. The centripetal forces of attraction were acting on us and we turned around. The equation was something like Fc = mv2/R. Bucky was then riding the motor circle and we stopped at a cliff. There was no way we could make it. And the thugs were behind us. But not to fear there was a ramp. So he rode the motor cycle on the ramp and we flew, projectile style. It was a trajectory pathway. And then we touched base on the other siiiiiide. (AN: I sang Adele. Don't judge.).
I was alive and so was he. Before nurssing school I was doing Physics in high school. I was going to be a biochemical engineer. I would have fixed bionic arms. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a bionic leg. Whatever, being a nursse is fun and I learnt cool shit. Also being a nursse means you help people everyday and that's the good Christian *grey* way to live. I feel so helping in my daily life. We went back to the safehouse that was safe, but omg when we got there, it was in FLAMEZ! (Like my fanfiction u beaches.)
There were bodies scattered everywhere. Normal neighbours. I kept my eyes squinted shut. Inhale. Exhale. It's what I learnt in nurssing school to help me calm down. But I wasn't calm down.
"OH NO WHAT DAFUQ" I roared.
I used to watch animal planet, and to be honest I sounded like a dying lion cheetah thing. Bucky swerved his hot damn face with his copper sky blue orbs (becuz Cu2+ is blue lol, i also learnt that in chemistry) and told me not to worry. But I was concerted, both for my safety and Bucky's.
So we found a car and we got in the car. Bucky knew a warehouse that we can stay in. He was just sitting there, sipping his over-sized cup of coffee (that he bought from the food shop) like he had no cares in the world. His head was swiveling from side to side as he watched the quiet town as carefully as he could while also glancing down every so often to leaning against the steering wheel. Poor guy at least he had a hobby. we got in the warehouse. I just realised the painful wound in my leg, and when I turn to see the glass there was also a huge wound on my head, which was weird because I didn't feel no pain at all. At least It was safe for now, and at least Bucky was with me.