The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Paintball

Bombay's best and worst idea. Taking the Ducks paintball shooting. We love each other, but we have some petty fueds. This is a full-blown war zone. We don't wanna die, so we made sure the Bash Brothers play on different teams.

"You get hit, walk back here with your hands up. We'll be up top with the refs or whatever they call them here." Bombay finishes telling us the rules.

"Good luck. Be careful." Miss Mckay gives us a nervous smile - unsure of how Bombay convinced her to go along with this.

With them now above us, we get into positions. I'm nervous but excited. Who knows what kind of people we're gonna turn into.

"Alright, Ducks!" Bombay announces. "Give 'em hell!" His voice booms through the megaphone.

Miss Mckay sounds an airhorn, signalling the beginning of the match. Our team split into pairs to try give us a better chance. Kenny and I pair up and make sure to stay close to Fulton and Dwayne. Before the game begins, we quickly go over the plan.

"You guys go left." I instruct Fulton and Dwayne.

"We'll stay right." Julie informs.

"Stay hidden, don't forget to call things out. Communication is key." Adam leads us.

"Portman's gonna be brutal." Fulton states the obvious.

"We need to get him out." Dwayne joins him.

"Definitely. Can't be afraid to push on the attack." Kenny adds.

"Yeah, but we have to talk to each other." Adam reiterates.

With the plan fresh in our minds, we rush out onto the battlefield. Hiding behind some woods, Ken and I peer over and scan for targets. The rest of our team ask about targets. Out of nowhere, I find a double. Quickly ducking down, I whisper to Kenny:

"I'll take Connie. You get Guy." He nods.

Ken leans out of the right side and I place my gun through a hole in the wood. After a quiet countdown, I shoot. They must have noticed since Guy flings himself in front of Connie. His sacrifice aids us. Ken swiftly directs his shot at Connie.

"Connie and Guy! Make you're way to the exit. Way to make the sacrifice play, Guy." Bombay calls.

As the match continues, both sides have some losses. We pushed forward and took out Charlie and Goldberg. However, we lost Dwayne and Luis in the process. Eventually, I have the mad man in my sights. I pop up to take the shot but instantly feel pain.

"Y/N, you're off!" Coach calls.

"He shot me in the fucking neck! That's not allowed!" I protest.

"A hits a hit! Sorry, Y/N!" Coach shrugs, prompting Portman to start laughing.

"Fulton, rush him!" I rage.

"Y/N, just get off the field!" Bombay gives up.

Walking past Adam and Julie with my hands up, I yell, "Avenge me!"

For the remainder of the game, the only indication I have for what's happening is Coach's calls. I spend more of this time chatting to everyone else eliminated from the game. Eventually, Bombay declares us the winners. Thank god for Fulton and Adam. Fult charged towards Dean, taking all his attention. Banks used the opportunity to shoot him from behind.

"You guys have fun?" Bombay asks.

"Yeah!" We cheer.

"Wanna make it more interesting?"

"How?" Charlie questions.

"Every man for themselves!"

Going into this, I'm confident that I'll be able to get some good kills. With this final fight underway, I've already taken out Kenny and Dwayne. As I run for a new spot, I come face to face with Averman.

"If you shoot me, you're homophobic." I blurt out without thinking.

"What? Oh, come on. That's not fair." Averman whines, leaving himself wide open. I take the shot and eliminate him. "Dammit!"

Running around the corner, I use the same line on Jesse. However, his response is the complete opposite of Averman's.

"Hell no. You ain't getting no sympathy from me." He goes to take the shot but misses, giving me an opportunity.

After taking out Fulton, Bombay makes a quick announcement. This is it. Just me and Portman. Cautiously, I make my way through the zone. Suddenly, I see Dean making his way slowly through a large open space - looking around on high alert. Leaning to the right, I line up the shot. I could hit him in the chest, but after his neck shot, I'm gonna have some fun. Taking aim, I don't hesitate to fire. In a heartbeat, he falls to the ground in pain. Right in the crotch.

"Ow! What the fuck, Y/N?" He yells.

"A hits a hit, Dean!"

The Ducks crowd around me, cheering for me as I'm determined the winner. This was fun. Evil chaotic fun.