You were never meant to be in the middle of this, you never were, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fucking fair. Reverse Flash — Thawne — he’d found out Barry’s identity and in turn gone after one of the people he’d known since childhood. Not Iris, no, you. That motherfucker went after you, and now had you fearing for your life, threatening to kill you.

Holding you at the edge of a roof.

Barry couldn’t let this happen, you knew he was the Flash and you’d been helping him but it was never meant to go this far. He saw the pain in your eyes, and— no, no, don’t look like that, like you tried to look ok, but you really weren’t. If he made a wrong move, that’d mean a hand through your heart.

He had to act fast— otherwise he didn’t deserve the name the Flash, but that didn’t matter right now. Not when you were inches away from either falling off a roof, when he was inches away from losing someone he’s known all his life— he wasn’t having it. And fuck all if Thawne escaped, fuck it.

“Let her go.” He gritted out, pulling off his mask, hair ruffled but he didn’t care— just don’t cry, please don’t cry. He had to get to you in time, and how ironic was this when he was usually always before time. Now he could be late— don’t think of that.

“I’m coming.” Barry was saying it to you, begging you to stay strong for him, and for you. No, no, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This was the worst case scenario— no, the worst case scenario would be if he failed, if he couldn’t get to you in time. “I swear— you’re gonna be ok.” He promised.