Epilogue :
Epilogue :
The helicopter's blades whipped the sharp, stinging air from the roof of the building where President Alan Trumbull, hidden in an office by Mike, had narrowly escaped the assault by Wade's commando.
John Wick, in kelvar and combat gear (at Mike's insistence), slashed his way to the roof with his fist, uppercut, knife and bullets, in pursuit of Wade as he tried to flee.
Seeing the helicopter, he praised himself for having the presence of mind to "requisition" the rocket launcher of one of Jenning's men, and aiming carefully, he fired: the rocket hit the target and the helicopter exploded with a deafening noise.
Jenning, furious and trapped, turned sharply toward John and gauged him with condescending fury.
"I know who you are," he said coldly. But I don't understand why you're helping Banning! It's none of your business! I thought you were out of it! »
John threw the rocket launcher at his feet and wedged himself in a corner, he replied:
"-I'm paying a debt to a good man. But you are right: this is not my fight. This is his. »
He pointed to Mike, who had just arrived behind him, and stepped back, witnessing the mute confrontation of Banning and Jenning, who were defying each other's gaze.
Mike, with determination and focused expression, adopted a fighting stance, watching his former teammate's every move.
Wade, in front of him, did the same.
Without a shout, the two men threw themselves at each other, ready for a deadly and merciless fight.
….
Breathless and exhausted, Mike, leaning against a wall, had his eyes fixed on the autumn skies of Virginia and thought of the last words of his ex-friend Jenning.
Jenning had collapsed on the hard ground, three feet from Banning, and died minutes after the fatal stab wound.
It was all over. The President was safe and sound and Officer Banning could finally return home to Ben and their children.
Mike saw John approach placidly and kneel down on the ground in front of him. The air quivered imperceptibly and a luminous gate appeared near the two men.
"I'll take you to the Avengers HQ," said Stephen, who had just come out of the circle of sparks of fire. You need immediate attention."
Mike was going to protest, wanting to organize the President's security from start to finish as he was transferred to a medical unit, but he remembered that Gentry, his boss, was on the scene and that he had the FBI's assistance.
"Okay," conceded Mike, who did not refuse John's hand in helping him up.
Now that it was all over and the adrenaline was pumping, the agent was eager to see Ben again and give his family a hug.
God, how he missed Ben!
Hobbled, feet slightly sore and supported by John, Mike followed Strange to the magic portal. The supreme sorcerer stepped aside and the vision, the sweetest one there is, presented itself to Banning who let John go.
There, on the other side of the Ring of Fire, was Ben, adorable in faded blue jeans and a white shirt and wearing sneakers, waiting for him.
"-Mike! "cried his husband, throwing himself into the arms of his soul mate.
Mike let himself be hugged by Ben but could not completely relax. Ben, sensing how tense his man's body was and knowing him, whispered:
"It's okay, Mike. You've always taken care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of you. Let go, Mike. Let go. »
Hearing his husband's encouragement, Mike felt the tension leave his mind and body, little by little, and he surrendered to Ben's arms, soothed by the warmth emanating from his soul mate, the beating of his heart and his solid presence against him.
Ben was his home.
A feeling of fullness overtook him completely and the agent, in confidence, let go. He fell asleep with a word on his lips:
"Home".
The fatigue and stress of these difficult days claiming their due.
Ben didn't get alarmed and gently, with the help of the nurses, he laid Mike down on a stretcher.
….
Mike slowly woke up and slowly straightened himself up on the bed in the Avengers' care unit. He smiled as he saw Ben sitting on a chair and looking at him.
Hey," said his husband, giving him back his smile. How are you feeling? »
Mike tapped a corner of his bed, waving to Ben, who burst out laughing and joined his soul mate in bed.
The two men embraced each other with passion and tenderness at the same time, hugging each other with ardor and fever. In their bubble, they did not hear the bedroom door open.
"What vitality!" exclaimed Lucifer, with a teasing enthusiasm and accompanied by Michael who was holding Lynne in his arms. I vote we postpone the family reunion. Isn't that right, Tony?"
Ben and Mike, embarrassed and disheveled, moved sharply away from each other like children at fault.
Tony, who had just entered the room after the two archangels, was all ears and eyes wide open, excited to see the forty-fifth President of the United States and the agent in charge of protecting the current President, Trumbull, acting like teenagers in the middle of a hormone crisis.
You don't see that every day!
"Excuse us," said Stevie, who, holding her baby Joseph in his arms, told his husband Michael to give the two soul mates some privacy. We'll come back later. »
Michael handed Lynne to Mike, who greeted her with paternal tenderness and, with Stevie, ordered a recalcitrant Lucifer and Tony to leave the room.
"I missed you, Lynne." Mike murmured, contemplating his daughter with immense tenderness.
Lynne patted his father's cheek while Ben watched with a smile on his face.
"I missed you too, Ben." the agent said, placing a kiss on the tip of his husband's nose and hugging him.
End
The 10/11/20.
Duneline
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