Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 4 | I just want you for my own

47 tags along on a Christmas party at your job and he prevents your ex-boyfriend from ruining your night.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Tasha shook 47's hand with lots of fervour, "(Y/n) has told me so much about you! She never shuts up! Tobias this, Tobias that..."

"Oh, stop it!" you cried out, blushing furiously at her teasing.
Natasha smirked at you, shrugging. "Nothing wrong with the truth. I think you two are cute! Now enjoy yourselves, and the punch is great!"

Agent 47 was a bit confused at that. Cute? Strange wording of your co-worker, really. Before he knew it, there was a glass of wine in his hand and you nipped on yours ever so slightly.

"I told you she could be a bit much." you told 47 when Tasha had walked off to greet more of your colleagues entering the crowded room. Despite being here for only a few minutes, you were already warm and sweaty thanks to the poor air-conditioning and cramped space.

Funky Christmas music blared through the speakers and made it difficult to understand each other if you didn't shout. You leaned against a standing table, a bowl of snacks on top of it as well as several empty glasses – you figured that Natasha had already downed several drinks before the evening even started.

You had donned your green dress once more and Agent 47 found it only fitting to dress the part, too, but seeing your co-workers in ugly sweaters and shaggy hoodies, you felt terribly over-dressed.
Tonight wouldn't be late – at least not here, at the Christmas party of your workplace – for neither you nor 47 were comfortable, but you had attended per Tasha's insistence.

"How about some socializing?" you suggested, "I could introduce you to some of my colleagues."

"Of course." 47 said, letting you hook your arm around his, for even though he didn't see a point in getting to know the people causing you misery almost every single day, he knew that you'd like it for him to have a few faces to imagine whenever you wallowed in your sorrows after long working days, complaining about everything and everyone.

47 never minded – he loved to listen to your voice whenever he could.
But when the Holidays rolled around, he couldn't let you go to the annual Christmas party on your own.

The evening seemed to get by just fine, with not too many irritations concerning a few co-workers you didn't like. But when a way-too-familiar form appeared in the corner of your eye, your stomach lurched unpleasantly and whatever festive mood had settled in your mind seared away like a thin layer of snow in scorching sunlight.

You really, really didn't want to let his presence sour your mood.
No, Agent 47 looked way to good for that on your side, and his hand was way too snug around your waist to let him get to you.

The tall presence of your current lover and his piercing blue eyes did not withhold your ex-boyfriend Eric from approaching you, carrying two cups of punch.

"Hello, (Y/n). You look beautiful tonight." he showed you a charming smile and you shuddered.
"Eric." you muttered, hiding behind your glass.

After you brought it from your lips again, he was still there, much to your dismay. He had invited himself to join you and 47 at the standing table.

"I brought you something." Eric said, placing one of the cups in front of you.
"Won't you introduce me to baldie?" he quizzed, biting his bottom lip. Was he trying to be funny?

Agent 47 had, naturally, witnessed this scene unfolding and noticed your discomfort.

"I'm Tobias." he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. Eric huffed and took it.
"Name's Eric McGuire, but I'm sure that you've heard about me. Back when (Y/n) and I were dating, she never shut up about me. Bet she misses me, don't you, babygirl?"

You gulped the rest of your wine to prevent bile from creeping up into your mouth, and suddenly that punch seemed way too tempting to take. Your pride was stronger than that, and you didn't even give it a second glance.

"Forty—Tobias is my boyfriend, Eric. Now get lost."

Eric feigned hurt. "Oh, why the animosity? Aren't you halfway in your thirties? Why so childish?"

You sighed, turning to 47 a bit more to block your ex from view as much as you could.

"That's what you always did. Ignoring me for stupid reasons. Really bald guy, you'd do best if you just dumped her as fast as possible. She's not that good in bed. I'm engaged, anyways."

Grabbing 47's hand, you tried to pull him with, "Come on, we're leaving."

But your lover stood his ground and narrowed his eyes at Eric, staring at him.
"You strike me as a dashing feller, Eric." he deadpanned, "Good smile, quite fit for your age, a tattoo on your arm. You must be such a happy man."

Eric gleamed at the compliments – but you had figured that they weren't heartfelt – and he put his hands on his hips before nodding proudly.

"Yes, yes. See, (Y/n), even your boyfriend gets it!"

"You are so happy that you try to flirt with your ex, and you're such a good man that your fiancée has ordered you to be assassinated by the Italian Mafia."

Your eyes widened, but Eric's even wider.

"W-What..."
"Have a good evening, Mr McGuire."

Agent 47 swooped his arm around your waist and led you away.
"What was that?!" you asked with a large grin on your face when you were out of earshot. "The Italian Mafia?!"

"Relax," 47 said, smiling a little. It was nice to see him do so, and you turned to him, reaching for his cheek. "I just wanted to scare him a little."

"Thank you." you whispered, leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips. "But are you sure that there is no contract on him?"

"Well," 47 mused, tapping your chin playfully.

"We're not part of the Italian Mafia. How could we know?"