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𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘮...
— ᵂⁱⁿˢᵗᵒⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰⁱˡˡ
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THE SURGING CROWD CLAMOURED WITH EXCITEMENT AS THEY MADE THEIR WAY TO THE MESS HALL TO PARTICIPATE IN THE BIKE RALLY. Laughter echoed through the corridors, anticipation hung in the air like a tangible force, and the thrill of adventure danced in their eyes. Each participant, fueled by the promise of adrenaline-fueled fun, eagerly awaited the starting signal — ready to embark on a journey of speed, skill, and unforgettable moments. "Ladies first, gentlemen." Smirked the girl smugly as she pushed past the bikers. Her confidence radiated like a beacon, her determination unwavering despite the competitive atmosphere surrounding her.
With a flick of her hair and a glint in her eye, she positioned herself at the forefront, ready to blaze a trail and leave her mark on the racecourse. Behind her, the soldiers exchanged amused glances, impressed by her boldness and eager to see her skills put to the test on the track. "Rank has it's privileges, boys." Mused the blonde Major, followed by the raven who ordered the aircrewmen to get out of his way. The authority in their voices was undeniable, commanding respect from those around them. As they strode stoutly towards the starting line, their status as leaders was unmistakable, and the crowd parted seamlessly to accommodate their passage.
"I see money changing hands. I hope that's going on me!" Bucky cried as the spectators placed their bets. "I got five on you." Chuckled Pipsqueak as the rest were torn between Buck and Quinn. "Nah, Duck's gonna chew 'em all up and spit 'em out before you could say the word sauerkraut." Chuck defended; the banter among the spectators added to the zeal, each one faithful to their chosen rider while fueling the ambitious spirit that filled the base. "Here's the deal, boys — you got one lap to the officers' mess, two laps to the enlisted men's mess, when you hear the starter pistol, go!" Instructed Harding.
"Oh, I'm so winning this." The raven boasted, his confidence palpable. "May thy knife chip and shatter, fellas." Scoffed the girl, sharpening her cut-throat psyche. "May thy knife chip and shatter." Retorted Buck, pushing Egan aside as the tension mounted before the race had even started. With suspense thick in the room, each racer asserted their dominance, setting the stage for an electrifying showdown ahead. "ARE YOU READY?!" Yelled the CO, holding up the gun as the crowd roared with ferocity, staking their claim as they prepared for the exhilarating challenge ahead.
As a gunshot pierced through the elated cheering of the audience, the bikers darted forward, their hearts thudding with intensity. Each rider launched into action, their focus laser-sharp as they navigated the crowded track. With adrenaline pumping, they maneuvered cautiously, every movement calculated to avoid crashing and maintain control. Thorpe Abbotts burst into encouraging applause as the competitors jostled for position, adamant to seize the lead without compromising safety. "BOO!" Screamed y/n, startling the nervous Babyface who had caught up to her with much ease.
Startled, he flinched, losing his focus for a split second, and inadvertently drove into Quinn. The sudden accident caused a domino effect, sending a majority of those behind them stumbling and crashing into each other in a chaotic pile-up. The unexpected turn of events sent shockwaves through the race, leaving the once orderly competition in disarray. "Fuck you!" Cried Jackson as the girl laughed nastily, her victory secured, she zoomed away, content with herself. Her laughter echoed through the discord of the rally, a testament to her triumph and the havoc she had caused.
As the fallen fumed with frustration, blaming the poor brunette, the girl's taunting only fueled her adrenaline further, propelling her forward with renewed resolution. "Duck, my dear..." Said the blonde with a mischievous grin, as y/n finally managed to match their paces without losing her balance or bumping into any obstacles. "You always did have a knack for causing a stir." He smirked, reminiscing about the good old days. "Well, what can I say? Life's too short for boring races." She flashed him with a playful wink. "Ah, but it's never dull when you're around." He replied, his tone laced with flirtation.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Major." The y/h/c retorted with a sly smirk, her eyes twinkling with impishness. "But if you keep it up, I might just have to kick your charming ass all the way to the finish line." She quipped, unable to control her smile. Gale let out a chortle, unfazed by her teasing threat. "Oh, I'm counting on it, Duck. Nothing like a little competition to keep things interesting." He smiled sweetly. "You're on, Cleven. But don't be surprised when you're eating my dust." She scoffed light-heartedly, speeding up a little taking a swift right to enter the men's mess. And with that, the two surged forward, the thrill of the race tinged with flirtatious banter.
As they raced neck and neck, each vying for the lead, they couldn't help but enjoy the enlivening dance of speed and camaraderie, knowing that no matter who crossed the finish line first, the real victory was in the playful attachment they shared. Despite the competition, there was an undeniable chemistry between them, sparking laughter and coquetry with each passing moment. And as they rode side by side, they couldn't help but wonder if this race might just lead to something more than just a victory lap. "I'm gaining, lovebirds. I'm on your tail!" Informed Bucky, bored of the 'heavy petting' that was going on between the two.
"Boo, bitch." Deadpanned the girl, suddenly steering her vehicle towards him, enough to alarm him and slow him down, but not enough to actually bump into him. Her unexpected move caught him off guard, a devious smirk playing on her lips as she toyed with the raven on the track. "You're never gonna catch me, Ducky." Goaded the blonde, seizing this opportunity to overtake the girl, his voice carried a hint of challenge, igniting a spark of staunch in her fiery y/e/c orbs as she peddled faster, ready to reclaim her position at the front of the pack. Regaining her composure, she swiftly returned to his side, preparing to execute her signature move to startle him.
Unbeknownst to her, he had the same plan in mind, resulting in a sudden slash between the two. As their cycles collided, sending them tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap, Gale's hands instinctively found their way to the girl's waist, his grip gentle yet possessive. There was a raw intensity in the way his fingers traced the exposed curve of her body, a silent declaration of the thirst he had kept buried deep within him. In that moment of impact, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of their breaths.
Despite the chaos around them, their relationship felt electric, a magnetic pull that drew them together with an indubitable force. Buck's touch was a mixture of longing and desire, his fingers caressing her skin with a tenderness that spoke volumes of the love he still harbored for her. With each brush of his fingertips against her waist, he conveyed his unspoken yearning, his craving to hold her close and never let go. As they lay entwined on the floor, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace, the world seemed to fade away around them.
In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in the depths of their passion and the intensity of their shared history. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, their love reignited with a fervor that burned brighter than ever before. Despite their past, despite the obstacles that lay ahead, they knew that they were meant to be together, bound by a love that transcended time and space. "You lost!" Declared the girl, snapping back to reality by the sounds of the other bikes nearing them. With a thrust of her hips, she managed to squirm out of the man's clutches, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground.
As much as she enjoyed the view, she had a race to win. Standing up, she was suddenly pulled down by the blonde, who used her as a support to help himself up. Before she could react, the girl found herself entangled in a playful struggle with Buck, their laughter mingling with the cheers of the crowd that engulfed them. As Buck picked up his cycle to resume, the girl saw her chance and pounced on him, wrapping her arms around him in a mock wrestling match. The two grappled amiably, their antics serving as a brief reprieve from the magnitude of the relay.
But even in their childish tussle, there was an apodictic alchemy between them, a romantic past that bound them together. And as they battled on the ground, their voices reverberating throughout the base, it was clear that their connection was stronger than anything. But before anything else could happen, the race came to an abrupt halt with the unforeseen blaring of the sirens. "Hold up- HOLD UP! Don't you hear those sirens?" Cried the air executive, his voice cutting through the mayhem and commanding silence and focus from the group. The sudden interruption brought the event to an end as the racers turned their attention to Jack, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"ALL PERSONNEL, TAKE SHELTER. I REPEAT — ALL PERSONNEL, TAKE SHELTER!!!"
With a stern gaze, Jack addressed the group, his words carrying a weight of urgency and importance. "Heads up, fellas... We have a situation." The air exec announced, his tone grave. "Alright, let's head for the shelters!" The news sent a ripple of concern through the group as they quickly exchanged glances, realizing the seriousness of the situation. With a sense of cruciality, they scrambled to their feet, their easygoing nature replaced by a shared tenacity to ensure everyone's safety. "I had you two beat..." Bucky grumbled outta nowhere, making the two snort. "Wait- Meatball's missing!" The girl noticed, running off away from the refuging crew.
The blonde tried to go after her, his instinct urging him to shield her from any harm, but he was swiftly intercepted by the raven. With a firm hand on his shoulder, Bucky reminded him of their responsibility to lead everyone out safely, emphasizing that duty always comes first. Reluctantly, Major Cleven nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. With one last glance back at the girl, his heart heavy with concern, he turned to join his friend in guiding the others to safety. As they worked together to evacuate the area, their focus remained steadfast, their minds consumed with the task at hand.
But amidst the chaos and urgency, the blonde couldn't shake the nagging worry for the girl he had left behind, hoping against hope that she would emerge unscathed from whatever dangers that prevailed. "Looks like they're hitting Norwich." Mused Egan, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and dread as the two looked up at the sky, which was illuminated beautifully by the deadliest of bombs. The sight was both breathtaking and terrifying, the vibrant colors of the explosions painting an eerie backdrop against the darkness of the night. As they watched in silence, the magnitude of the devastation unfolding before them weighed heavily on their hearts. "Looks like some poor bastards are getting it handed to them."
"Yeah, and we could be next..." Mumbled the blonde pessimistically. "Oh, we're getting through this — me, you AND y/n." Bucky assured, his voice filled with faith and a hint of optimism. "Says the gambler." Gale scoffed, his tone laced with bitterness as the night sky triggered nostalgic memories of his alcoholic father. "Well, if I'm gonna bet on anything, it's going to be us, Buck. Ye Unholy Trinity." He mused, quite proud of himself for coming up with that name. "You sound like my dad, John." The blonde rolled his eyes. "My father liked to drink. When he drank, he gambled... I can't tell you the amount of nights I spent sleeping on benches in Capser's parlors and pony tracks." He explained.
"Until y/n came along." Cleven continued, his voice softening with a hint of emotion as an overwhelming gratitude filled his chest. The past flooded his mind, recalling all that the girl had ever done for him ever since they were kids. "She'd let me sneak in any time I wished." He reminisced with a fond smile, his voice filled with warmth as he recalled the countless nights spent in the company of y/n. "Usually I'd take the floor, but during winters she'd insist we stay close." His words painted a picture of cherished moments shared with their dear friend, a testament to the bond they had formed over the years.
"She made sure I would eat well, sleep well, be well... I-I don't think I would've made it this far without her." He confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he confronted the truth his words contained. The weight of his admission hung heavy in the air, a testament to the profound impact y/n had made on his life. In her presence, he had found not only comfort and care, but also the strength to persevere through even the darkest of times. "My father- he, well, it didn't matter if it was a ball game, horse, dog, game of cards — he'd bet." Gale sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of memories. "He'd usually lose, but he kept doing it." he added, his tone tinged with resignation and sadness.
The echoes of his father's gambling habits lingered in the blonde's mind, a constant reminder of the struggles they had faced growing up. Despite the repeated losses and the toll it took on their family, his father had been unable to break free from the grip of addiction. "He'd always tell me when his luck was down — 'Gale, this time I can feel it...' He was always looking for the shortcut." He rolled his eyes. "Buck." Called Egan, but the man did not respond. "Buck." He repeated, and Gale just looked over at his friend. "That's why you don't like sports; and that's why you and Ducky are always so close. You two- you practically raised each other." The raven figured.
"As you know, the day my mom died... I was a total mess." Gale's voice quivered with the raw ache of his history. "My entire world shattered, and I felt utterly lost and broken. I... I packed my bags, enlisted in the Air Force, basically ran away without a word." Bucky's gaze softened with understanding, silently bearing witness to the pain etched into the blonde's expression. "But none of that compares to the pain of losing y/n." His voice cracked, the heaviness of his revelation bringing him down. "I was a wreck, drowning in alcohol, penniless... I ended things with her over the phone because I couldn't bear to face anyone."
Each word he uttered was like a dagger to his own heart, the anguish of his past mistakes haunting him relentlessly. Despite his desperate attempts to numb the pain, he had only succeeded in inflicting deeper wounds upon himself and the one person who had loved him unconditionally. As the untold truth spilled from his lips, tears threatened to overwhelm Gale, his chest constricted with the burden of his regrets. In that moment, all he yearned for was a chance to turn back time, to undo the hurt he had caused and reclaim the love he had foolishly let slip away.
"If I could take it all back, I would... I just need her by my side." He heaved out a frustrated sigh, overthinking her sudden departure, concerned for her safety as the explosions got closer. "Need who by your side." Snapped the girl, her voice filled with jealousy she was too tired to conceal as she held the sleeping husky close to her chest, finally making it out of the base and to the shelter. "There you are-" Cried Bucky, glad to see his friend. "Jesus Christ, y/n, don't you ever fucking do that to me again." Buck threw his hands up in frustration before pulling the girl into a tight hug, careful to not wake the dog up and provoke yet another howl.
"Need who by your side?!"
(a/n: so this was kind of long, but i was hoping to give some more information about Gale's and y/n's relationship and past, so i hope it wasn't too corny or boring lol)
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