Didn't get shot, ( she echoes by way of affirmation. which is true! sure, there'd been close calls, a couple bullets glancing off various parts of their car and ricocheting so close to her face that she'd felt the air as they whizzed by. and sure, her exposed forearms were covered in small cuts from the shattered safety glass. there's also a pretty long scratch on her jawline, and a rapidly congealing bubble of blood making its way down her neck, but she's had worse nicks with a leg razor. a couple of bumps and bruises are to be expected in their line of work, it almost wouldn't feel like a real mission if she didn't get fussed over in medical after.
there's a few more cautious glances through the busted back window for their friend, then roxy returns to the front seat with as much grace as she can manage and stares at eggsy with the appropriate amount of awe. )
[Cuts and bruises are so common that Eggsy doesn't even ask about those. They're partners, which means that they will always have each other's backs, but they don't have to act like one another's parents. (Which isn't to say that it doesn't happen from time to time, on both ends.)
A gunshot wound would be something they had to handle immediately, but anything more minor than that can wait until their debrief.
They're not out of the woods yet, but for now everything is calm enough, at least compared to how it had been a minute or two ago. Which must be why Roxy figures she has the opportunity to ask him a question. Eggsy keeps his eyes on the road as he answers.]
Had a few mates whose families owned cars. We... may have driven 'em when their parents were off on holiday. That was the start of it. I got some more practice during my marines training.
[Not as part of the training, mind you, but it had certainly opened up a few opportunities for him.]
in the middle of a car chase and roxy is overcome with breathy, disbelieving giggles for about ten solid seconds. call it an inappropriate display of adrenaline now that she's not channeling her energy towards perfect kill shots and not dying. the threat of the last van is still very real and, logically, she knows that. but now that they can't see it and are being directed to make a break for the french countryside, it almost feels like they've gotten off. )
You could be a stunt driver for movies if you ever get tired of saving the world and risking your life.
( only irony's a bitch. )
But I imagine they'd make you wear your seatbe —
( they pull into an intersection and she registers the headlights behind eggsy's profile before she really hears what merlin is roaring in their ears. )
[Eggsy can't see what's so funny about it, honestly, but he figures that it has a lot to do with the adrenaline that's coursing through both of them, and so he lets it slide. Being a stunt driver wouldn't be so bad and would still involve some sense of danger, but he doubts he'll ever do it. He's seen the other Knights, all of them with at least twenty years on him and Roxy, and he realizes that is a job you do for life.
Either that, or you die young.
His life flashes before his eyes when he registers that they're about to be hit, and there's nothing he can do, no time. He still does what he can, wrenching the wheel to the side to try and swerve out of the way, but it's impossible to completely avoid the collision as the SUV slams into the driver's door.
Eggsy does in fact have his seatbelt on, and that's the only reason that he's not thrown out of his seat, though his body does whip to the side from the impact.] Shit! [He slams his foot down on the gas, doing everything he can to get them the hell away from the other car. His head's ringing and his shoulders ache like he's most certainly pulled something, but he can't stop and catalog his injuries right now.]
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there's a few more cautious glances through the busted back window for their friend, then roxy returns to the front seat with as much grace as she can manage and stares at eggsy with the appropriate amount of awe. )
Where did you learn to drive like that, anyway?
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A gunshot wound would be something they had to handle immediately, but anything more minor than that can wait until their debrief.
They're not out of the woods yet, but for now everything is calm enough, at least compared to how it had been a minute or two ago. Which must be why Roxy figures she has the opportunity to ask him a question. Eggsy keeps his eyes on the road as he answers.]
Had a few mates whose families owned cars. We... may have driven 'em when their parents were off on holiday. That was the start of it. I got some more practice during my marines training.
[Not as part of the training, mind you, but it had certainly opened up a few opportunities for him.]
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in the middle of a car chase and roxy is overcome with breathy, disbelieving giggles for about ten solid seconds. call it an inappropriate display of adrenaline now that she's not channeling her energy towards perfect kill shots and not dying. the threat of the last van is still very real and, logically, she knows that. but now that they can't see it and are being directed to make a break for the french countryside, it almost feels like they've gotten off. )
You could be a stunt driver for movies if you ever get tired of saving the world and risking your life.
( only irony's a bitch. )
But I imagine they'd make you wear your seatbe —
( they pull into an intersection and she registers the headlights behind eggsy's profile before she really hears what merlin is roaring in their ears. )
Eggsy, look — !
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Either that, or you die young.
His life flashes before his eyes when he registers that they're about to be hit, and there's nothing he can do, no time. He still does what he can, wrenching the wheel to the side to try and swerve out of the way, but it's impossible to completely avoid the collision as the SUV slams into the driver's door.
Eggsy does in fact have his seatbelt on, and that's the only reason that he's not thrown out of his seat, though his body does whip to the side from the impact.] Shit! [He slams his foot down on the gas, doing everything he can to get them the hell away from the other car. His head's ringing and his shoulders ache like he's most certainly pulled something, but he can't stop and catalog his injuries right now.]
Roxy! Stop them! Whatever it takes!