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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘺...
— ᴹᵃʳᵗⁱⁿ ᴸᵘᵗʰᵉʳ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ
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THE BOISTEROUS CHATTER OF THE CROWDED TABLE ABRUPTLY CEASED AS THE ENGLISHMAN'S PROPOSAL ECHOED THROUGH THE AIR, casting a profound stillness over the room. It was as though a heavy blanket of anticipation had descended upon them, suffocating any hint of noise or movement. The weight of his words hung in the air like a thundercloud, each syllable reverberating with an intensity that demanded attention. In that moment, the atmosphere crackled with tension, as everyone present braced themselves for the seismic shift that was about to unfold.
"I think that's an excellent idea." Smiled Buck after a minute of consideration, his expression masking the storm brewing beneath the surface. Usually a man of saintly temper, if there was one thing he could not tolerate, it was having his loved ones treated poorly. And what the Brits had done with y/n wasn't too far from that. So, he was all in for boxing their literal brains out, his demeanor shifting from calm to formidable in an instant as he prepared himself to defend his girl with ferocity. "Oh, here we go." Curt smirks, sensing immediately what the blonde's true motive was.
As the raven attempted to stand, being the sort to dive face-first into the fire, Gale Cleven quickly shoved him back to his seat, taking his place instead, ready to face the challenge head-on. "He's mine, Gale." The girl demanded, her y/e/c orbs ablaze with a fierce determination to prove herself, her words carrying an unmistakable intensity as she asserted her claim. Aware of his tendency to be over-protective, the girl quickly formulated a plan to persuade him, her mind racing with thoughts of how to convey the urgency of the situation. "Let me win at least something tonight." She sighed honestly, in dire need for a victory, no matter how small.
"You know I can't--" Gale started, only to be silenced by her finger pressed gently against his lips. "Please, let me have him." She whispered softly, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in closer to his face. "I'll owe you one." Her lips formed a subtle pout as she deployed her most effective weapon against him — her captivating puppy-dog eyes, filled with an irresistible combination of ferity and desire, as her hand traversed up the man's chest, her fingers intertwining with his tie, y/n knew damn well that he couldn't say no to her every time she used this tactic back in the days. It was a subtle but powerful gesture, one that spoke volumes of their shared history and the unspoken connection between them, adding a layer of frustration and longing to the moment.
"Oh, you cunning little strategist-" He chuckled softly, catching on to her scheme, his surrender accompanied by a fond smile, just as she had anticipated. "Thanks, love." She smiled sweetly, placing a quick but tender kiss on his cheek, the gesture feeling instinctive and natural until she pulled away — her face flushing bright red with realization of what she had just done. "CROZ- WHAT WAS IN THAT DRINK?!" She exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic as she stormed away from the scene, feeling the weight of all eyes on the two of them. The sudden rush of attention left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, fueling her urgency to escape the situation as quickly as possible.
"Ma'am, I'm right here-" Harry called from the table, but she had already disappeared amongst the crowd. "Damn, Major- What was that all about?" Bubbles nudged, his curiosity piqued by the sudden wave romance in the air. The Major's expression softened as he glanced at the blonde, knowing he was unaware of their shared history. "We've got a fight to win, Bubs." He replied calmly, his tone masking the shyness within. "Let's head outside and wait for Duck." He gestured towards the exit, shifting the focus back to the fight, despite the lingering pleasure from the kiss. "You heard the man. Let's go, shall we?" Biddick scoffed, leading the men out to the deserted alley.
"What does RAF mean?" The girl heard Curt mumble nonsensically as she made her way out after having another shot to forget about her moment with Gale earlier. "Riffraff." Bucky grinned, entertaining the brunette's chatter as the crew patiently awaited their fighter's arrival. "My money's on you, Duck. All of ours, really." Jack informed, just as Croz finished betting too. "Won't be a second, boys." She smirked radiantly with poise. "Time to show them what we're made of, gentlemen. And prove to them where women truly belong." Scoffed Bryan, removing his jacket. "Tough talk for a fella with a small cock." She retorted as the two got into positions.
"So, now why does this sport interest you?" Bucky asked his worried friend who didn't take his eye off the girl for even a second. "Boxing? Test of manhood." Buck replied. "That so?" The raven raised his brow. "You sure it's not because of her?" He then questioned, pointing to the girl who was too busy dehumanizing her opponent before the fight. "Yes and no... It's about as true a measure of your will to fight as any, and it's man-to-man." The blonde replied. "Oh, so you just don't like team sports?" Egan figured. "How'd you end up commander of a plane leading a squadron in a war, where you don't wanna be on the losing side, and still not like team sports?!"
"I just don't lose sleep over whether the pin stripes beat the polka dots." Cleven brushed it off, unable to stop thinking about their moment in the pub. "Yeah, well... We're all just a bunch of uniforms anyway, you know that?" Bucky snorted, growing silent as the fight officially began. "So you like to do your fighting at night, Bryan?" The girl distracted as the two of them circled each other. "Oh- Heh, that was so pathetic, it could make a fucking onion cry." She taunted drunkenly, effortlessly dodging a weak punch that she barely even saw coming as she had paused to stifle a yawn at that moment.
"Less talking, more fighting, you hag," Bryan cursed, swinging another punch her way, but she caught it mid-air with ease. With precision and strength, she twisted his arm at an unnatural angle, causing him to squirm and grunt in pain as she pinned it behind his back. With a swift movement, she bucked his knee, forcing him to the ground. As he lay there, vulnerable and defeated, she delivered a solid kick to his face, the impact making him scream in agony as he clutched his nose, writhing like a worm on the ground. It was a clean and decisive end to the altercation, leaving no doubt as to who emerged victorious.
"THAT BITCH- MY TOOTH... IT'S CHIPPED!" Cried the man in vain, as he was being helped up by a few of his mates. "You Brits have notoriously horrendous teeth anyway." She shrugged it off coldly, her tone indifferent as she returned to her howling crew, who were going wild at her inevitable win. The insult was delivered with a casual disdain, a reminder of her dominance in the battlefield and her unapologetic attitude towards her adversaries. "Guess who CAN hit their targets at night, Bryan." Taunted Curt, his voice laced with triumph as the rest of the men roared with laughter, celebrating their success. "That's my girl..." Beamed Buck, smiling to himself.
They lifted the girl high up, honoring her for her victory in the confrontation with Brits none of them were fond of. It was a moment of jubilation and camaraderie, underscored by their shared achievement and the cognizance of their collective strength. "Pay up, motherfuckers." Guffawed Jack, collecting his share of the money as the rest of the faithful members followed his act. "That was too much of that! YAP YAP YAP!" Bucky and the others jeered at the cocky bastards. "Full of shit is what you're made of." Bubbles slandered the group. "I got a nickname for you and it ain't Buck." The raven laughed as the team carried their eminent Major to the base.
"Pity. Pity. Pity... Oh, what a shame!"
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