TF2 x Reader: When Two Worlds Meet

Chapter 93

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(Your P.O.V.)

"Baby cakes?!!"

My eyes widened as I recognized that young voice. I wanted to get up for the door, but the restraints binding both my wrists and ankles prevented me from doing so.

"Jeremy!" I shouted his name with all the energy I had, hoping that he would hear me. "Help me! I'm over here!"

"(Y/N)! We're comin' for ya!"

The sound of rushing footsteps grew gradually louder, and it was until a face appeared behind the barred window of my door. The face I really wanted to see.

"Jeremy! Thank goodness!" I became very relieved. "Help me outta this!"

"Don't worry, princess! We'll get ya out! Hold on!" The Bostonian attempted to turn the knob; but alas, it wouldn't budge. "Damn it! I can't frickin' open it!"

"Stand back, Scout! I got zhis! And (Y/N), duck and cover!"

The younger RED member backed away while I managed to scoot over from the door, hiding behind a tatty couch. At that point, the masked Frenchman drew his revolver, pointing it at that locked entryway. With precision and ease, he fired a couple times, boring a hole before slipping his sleeved arm inside for the knob. Unlocking it, Spy swiftly entered before Scout and Lieutenant Bites did the same.

"Amour!" He rushed over and hugged my form tightly, not wanting to let me go. "Ve're so vorried about you!"

"Laurent! Jeremy! I'm happy you guys found me here!" I leaned into the embrace as much as tight restraints on my form allowed, until I felt something fluffy climb onto my lap. "And Bites? He came along too?"

"Actually, Soldier snuck him in our car." The Bostonian explained. "It wasn't part of the plan, but this fella's quite helpful—"

He froze for a moment, noticing something that got him worried. Reaching out a hand, the boy gently tilted my head to the side.

"Babe?!" Scout freaked out. "What happened to your face?! Your cheeks are red!"

"It's him..." I looked down, shedding a small tear. "He...hit me."

"HE DID VHAT?!" The support teammate, now furious, examined that affected area on my cheek, soothingly caressing it. "Mon Dieu! Ve have to get you to Medic! Your wrists and ankles are bruised too! Scout! Bites! Help me untie her!"

"On it!"

Right away, his younger partner tried to loosen the rope binding my ankles but was unsuccessful; because of this, Soldier's pet started gnawing on thick, tough bristles, eventually freeing my legs. During this, Spy had no problem working on my wrists, cutting off the rope using his knife.

"Chérie, I'll carry you. You're in no condition to run or walk." With his strength, the Frenchman lifted my body up bridal style before glancing over at the other RED member. "Scout, hurry out zhere and find Medic! Ve'll catch up later—"

"No need to."

Hearing that deep but familiar voice, we all turned heads to the doorway. Surprisingly, our Russian teammate found us. But how? How did he figure to enter this underground level and find his way through tunnels? On top of that, Medic didn't seem to be present nearby. Strange. I thought the defense teammate would like to be accompanied by his German best friend.

"Heavy?! How did ya get here?!" Scout questioned, still in shock. "And where's Medic?!"

"Doktor is out there helping others." The taller mercenary replied, walking over. "And Heavy decided to assist you all in getting leetle (Y/N) out of here."