So hey guys. Let's do this, I suppose. That last chapter, though I could actually continue on in that path and make that a complete other story, is not really connected to this story at all other than to explain how Jack had those badass skills. After this story is done I'm thinking of writing individual stories for each character giving a little background and whatnot. That would be cool! If you actually read these author notes tell me if you would read those. They won't be crossovers, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, Now You See Me, or any of the characters therein.
Dylan and the Techies
"It's all taken care of, we've got them," the voice of the commander rang through the small van causing the techies to murmur small exclamations of relief and success while Agent Fuller breathed out, "I don't believe it," beside Dylan.
Dylan cocked his head to one side, considering. Not ten minutes ago the head agent in the cabin had been shouting to 'shoot him!' in a voice that said he had been injured and now they had the whole situation under control? Dylan didn't think so. There was something going on here and that could only mean the Horsemen had pulled another flawless trick.
As soon as the techies and everyone had gotten themselves under control again Dylan said into the microphone, "Thank you, agent, bring them out. We will position men outside the door."
After two beats of silence and a confused glance from Agent Fuller Dylan said again, "Agent, bring the Horsemen out the front door."
Again, after a few seconds of silence the techie directly in front of Dylan said, "I can't find anything that would be wrong with the microphone on his end. It should be working."
Dylan nodded and tried one last time, knowing full well that Jack must have mimicked the voice of the agent, "Answer me, agent," appearances are everything.
At the same time the words left his mouth another shot pierced the cold winter air causing the techies and Agent Fuller to jump and Dylan to wince, anticipating an injured Horseman. Two shots quickly followed the first and Dylan, having to keep up the appearance of a competent FBI agent said, "Send more men in there."
The Horsemen
"Jack!" Henley screeched as she kneeled in front of the bleeding boy. She lifted shaky hands to touch him or roll him over but couldn't seem to cross the last few inches of space between her and the boy.
Daniel rushed forward and knelt beside Jack to roll him over. He didn't know much about bullet wounds – hell; he didn't know anything about bullet wounds. Daniel batted Henley's shaky hands out of the way and grabbed Jack's shoulders. Even though he didn't know anything instincts seemed to win over and he knew he had to get the kid to wake up and stay awake.
Merritt's sharp eyes caught sight of the blood before the boy even fell to the ground but now he really couldn't do anything for the boy as Daniel and Henley crowded him and tried taking care of him in any way they could.
"Give me your phone, Daniel," Merritt said concisely.
Daniel craned his head to look back and up at the older magician but quickly complied. He wouldn't question the man. Instead he turned back to the young magician in front of him and gave him a firm shake simply saying, "Jack."
"Is he even alive?" Henley asked quietly once she got her thoughts in a semblance of order again.
Daniel shook his head: of course the kid was alive. Daniel had never thought, not once, that any of the Horsemen would die. Even with all the danger in their jobs it was only supposed to be danger of getting arrested. Getting killed had never once factored into the equation for Daniel and that inability to foresee such a problem made Daniel angry and frustrated.
Nonetheless Daniel quickly put a hand to the kid's carotid artery in his neck to feel for the kid's pulse. Daniel caught a hitched breath in his throat as he waited for what seemed to be too long but finally – finally – a pulse could be felt. It was slow – but definitely there. "He's alive," Daniel stated shortly as he quickly revamped his attempts at getting the kid to wake up.
Coulson
Coulson stood by the cockpit of the jet that was flying towards the supposed location of the Horsemen and continually scanned the horizon. He had heard the barely concealed urgency in the voice of Atlas and found it affected him. Even after years of experience and training he still got anxious whenever he went into the field.
He scanned the horizon for the hundredth time knowing full well it wouldn't make them move any faster but wished it would. After the hundred-and-first time scanning the horizon he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Plucking it out of his breast pocket he saw the same number that Atlas had called from and flipped it open immediately.
"We're on our way," Coulson greeted.
"How much farther?" came a voice that was decidedly not J. Daniel Atlas.
"Approximately an hour and fifteen minutes," Coulson returned.
"Can you make it any faster?" the voice asked. It was gruff and sounded anxious. In the background of the call a gasp could be heard followed closely by a muffled conversation.
"Have you changed your location?" Coulson asked instead of answering the question.
"No. Are you bringing a doctor? Or a first aid kit?" the man on the line asked. Coulson quickly pieced the urgency of the previous and present call and the questions together surmising some serious injury had come to one of the members of the Horsemen.
Coulson turned to the men in the jet and asked – because he hadn't made sure in their hasty departure – if any of them had first aid training. A man nearest him nodded and said, "I'm a medic, Ms. Hill put me onboard."
Coulson nodded in return, eternally grateful to the quick minded Agent Hill and answered, "Yes, we have a medic onboard."
"Great but as I asked before: can you move your asses any faster than an hour and fifteen minutes?" the man asked sharply.
"I'll see what I can do. Don't move," Coulson said before hanging up.
The Horsemen
Jack gasped back into the waking world and immediately had to fight the urge of curling into himself on his shoulder. He knew from experience he would probably do better if he just stayed still. Instead he clutched at the ground beside him and choked on his breath, staring at the fuzzy faces of Daniel and Henley above him.
"Jack!" Henley said as she moved to kneel beside him, mirroring Daniel. Jack felt her gloved hand close around his and he held on tight. He never really had someone to hold tight to when he was hurt like this before.
"Henley, help me up," he choked out.
"What? No!" Daniel said quickly putting his hands on his chest, holding him down.
"Daniel!" Jack groaned as his shoulder screamed for attention. "Listen to me: I need to retie my shoulder and then we have to keep m-moving or h-hide," he stuttered from the pain and from the cold.
Daniel's eyes narrowed as he gauged the boy's paling face and finally helped him up. The kid was right, no matter how badly Daniel wanted to control this situation he simply didn't know how, and they had to move.
Sorry guys, sucky chapter is sucky but I didn't have a lot of time to work on this one! Sorry! Also I probs won't update for like a week and a half or so because I'm going to be in the uncharted area of 'no internet connection'. What is life.
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Hey Meow: lol ok: so I did this crazy thing where I took Chinese as an elective one year and baba is literally the familiar term of 'father' kind of like 'dad' in English. So yeah it's kind of adorable. Also I feel like this chapter really isn't worth your praise. It's rushed and awful but I felt like I had to pump out a quicky chapter before I left for vacation and abandoned you cuties. So I'm really sorry if it's not up to par with my usually standard :/
In response to your request for more focus on other characters I just have to explain you a quick thing: as soon as I start school again for the year I won't have a lot of time to write and therefore want to be done with this multichapter story before that happens. When I get back into school I will continue to write but will be writing one shots instead. When this story is don't I will, as stated previously, will probably do oneshots for each character but this story did end up kind of focusing on Jack more. I will probably now try and change that now that you've voiced your opinion once again (which I'm eternally thankful for, dear). Thanks for the review, petal!
Deuces, kids