Reality in Motion

where you go, i go

A loud boom echoed around the camp as the bunker exploded. Since she wasn't far enough away to be safe from the debris, she instinctively lifted her arms up to cover her face. As stones and pieces of the bunker fell from the sky, she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for it to hit her. But instead, she heard the debris bouncing against something.

Opening her eyes, Q saw that there was a large shield-like forcefield projecting from her wrist. She moved her down to see that it was coming from the balance bracelet that Dawson had modified months earlier. He must've slipped it on before her road trip. She had been so caught up in her thoughts and trying to get to the bunker as fast as she could without drawing attention to herself that she didn't even notice. Even if he wasn't right by her side, he was always finding some ways to protect her.

With a shake of her wrist, the forcefield was sucked back into the bracelet. It looked just like a normal, rubber bracelet again. She wanted to investigate it more, but ash and dust had started to rain down around her, getting her to look up at the sky. It stained her skin, coated her hair and got into her lungs with every breath she took. The ringing in her ears was loud and annoying, but it subsided after a few moments. Suddenly, the sound of concrete falling against each other from the explosion got her attention.

One big cloud of dust formed up, a bunch of little ones rolling out as the concrete collapsed on itself. Small fires were burning, lighting up where wires or flammable objects had been. It looked like something that only happened in movies she watched or the feed from the Battle of New York. Never had she seen something like this in person before - or at least not in a long time. She carefully walked forward, glancing up at the sky just in case any other missiles were headed toward the camp. Who could've sent a missile to Camp Lehigh - and why? There was nothing here except a empty Army bunks and other deserted buildings. Then she remembered who was at the camp, remembering that she had gone on this little road trip to find Steve. Which meant he was still in there and he could've been hit.

"Steve!" she called out, worry and fear wrapping its hands around her once again. Her heart lurched at the thought of him being buried under piles of rubble. Crushed to death. She jumped over blocks of concrete and ducked under fallen wires, no regard to her own safety as she searched for him, "Steve!" she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth as if that were to project her voice more. The silence she was met with was deafening, even though moments before her ears were ringing from a massive explosion.

As she got closer to where the missile hit, she heard someone grunting as if they were trying to move the heavy blocks of the bunker. She climbed over a rather large pile of concrete, ignoring how she tore up her hands and the material of her pantsuit. Carefully, she slid down it, landing on the balls of her feet before looking around as if she could see where the grunting was coming from.

"Steve!" she called out again, feeling like those grunts were coming from wherever he was.

Again, she heard it, the sound of slabs of concrete moving harmonizing with. It was coming right from the middle of where she assumed the bunker had been standing moments ago. She jumped up onto a piece of fallen concrete, using her phone's flashlight to scan the general area, trying to see if there were any indicators as to where he might be. As much as she wanted to help, she knew there was no way she could. She didn't have super strength - or really any strength.

Still, the shifting of the concrete was enough to tell her that he was making progress. It didn't take much longer for him to move the bigger piece off of where it had trapped him. A cough followed the crushing sound of the rock being moved on top of another. She jumped off the piece she had been standing on to move some of the smaller rocks away to clear a path for him. The flashlight landed on his face, causing him to squint at the sudden aggressive light.