In the midst of chaos, Benjamin loses track of his team. They grow less and less dependent on him by the second. He’s about to go chase them down to cuss them out mid-battle when he hears a pained cry.

He sighs in aggravation at the inconvenience. Fine. He’ll handle this first.

“Fuckin’…fuckity fuck.”

He grumbles and says many gross swears under his breath as he hoists up debris and boulders with ease. He shoves them aside and lifts you up from beneath the rubble.

“Come on…” He says under his breath and drapes your arm over his shoulders and just scoops you up. Gently. He doesn’t need you moaning and groaning in his ear from pain the whole way to a medic.