I'm baaack... sort of. This is more of a teaser of sorts of what's to come. I am still currently working on chapters but have hit a little writer's block. Thanks to everyone who has fav/followed or reviewed thus far:) I hope you enjoy this.
The Sum of Their Parts: Chapter 6
'It wasn't supposed to have gone this way... none of it was. God, where did it all go wrong?'
Coulson's thoughts ran wild, as his eyes roamed over all of the destruction. The Shield convoy lay in ruin, the vehicles mangled, scorching, and the stench of burning flesh and hair heavily permeated the air. Nick came to, peeling his head away from the dash, groaning as he did so. Nick fell back into the seat, clutching his ribs, and blinked away the haze from his vision. Nick coughed at the smoke filling the cab, as the flames licked up the hood.
"Phil... Phil!?" Nick called out, his voice a mere rasp. Nick turned his head to find an empty driver's seat, and a pang of worry shot through his chest. Nick fought with the seatbelt, finally taking an easy way out, and sliced through it with his pocketknife. Nick pushed the door open, sucking in deep mouthfuls of clean air, and he collapsed to the pavement.
Nick pushed himself up on his hands and knees, looking to the Shield base. Columns of smoke, illuminated by the raging fires pierced the night sky, and in the midst of it all, Nick could see the large forms of those things tearing into one another. Nick's eyes darted to the left, falling onto Phil, and he called out his name again. Coulson didn't respond, and he just kept moving towards the base.
Unlike Nick, Coulson had been awake for all of it, and he'd been unable to do anything but witness. Coulson's sidearm hung loosely in his grip, the magazine spent, for what little good it had done. Coulson's suit was torn in several places, and his dress shirt was ragged and bloody. There was a constant ringing in his ears, and he desperately shook his head, attempting to rid himself of it.
A trickle of blood ran down his hairline, tracing its way down the side of his face, but he was too disoriented to notice. Coulson walked with a limp, determined to help. He couldn't leave the men and women inside to die. He'd watched as one of those things, those Decepticons, ripped apart the agents around him, with a cold lack of hesitation, and it made Coulson sick.
It had all been a lie, a trap in order to get to the yellow one, but after several months of nothing, Nick and Director Keller were blind with desperation. Coulson had been shocked to find the teenager with it... him, and it raised more questions within him. The yellow one, Bumblebee, as the kid had called it, didn't fight back, and after his capture, more had followed. Ten of them were now locked in a vicious firefight, and Coulson's gaze tracked the yellow one, hoping with everything he had that it, and the ones on his side didn't fail.