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Hank x AAHW!Male!Reader

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this chapter was requested by THE_PR0TAGONIST ! thanks for requesting! :D
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[ y/n pov, 1st person ]
[ language warning :) ]

i was sitting beside my comrade at one of the cafeteria tables, chowing down at our food and occasionally making small talk. we agents don't get too long of a lunch break, considering that we have to constantly guard the agency inside and out. and while i was about to take a short nap, the sirens blared. " ALERT! THIS IS A CODE BLACK, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT, CODE BLACK, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! "¹ 'shit.' i mentally curse, for not being able to get a short nap.

" i can't deal with this shit right now. " i grumble, as my comrade from earlier ran away to the entrance of the facility. he's probably fuckin' dead already. i hear rapid gunshots from the floor below, and i can't help but cover my ears. 'tch. why doesn't the auditor support the usage of silencers?? fuckin' hell.' the sirens keep painfully blaring into my ears, as i furrow my brows in frustration. this whole week has been a shitty and stressful one, and i don't have the energy to care about my safety. all i want is rest.

'when is hank gonna come up here?' i impatiently wonder. 'he normally scouts the bottom levels of the facility, before going up level by level. his overall time for facility raiding is around 1-2 hours, so getting up to next floor wouldn't take too long for him.' and i was wondering when he would get to my floor, he kicked the door open.

hank is breathing heavily, as his broad shoulders are somewhat trembling. i looked him up and down, seeing as he is covered in both blood and multiple injuries. he doesn't move for a few minutes, as he keeps staring at the floor. i furrow my brows in confusion, as i tilt my head. 'did this guy fucking crash?? what fucking fps is this guy on?? holy shit-' "hello? did ya fuckin' crash or some shit?"

he immediately looks up at me, his red goggles glaring daggers through my red tinted glasses. i lose most of my confidence, silently gulping and leaning back a bit. "hey uhh.. you good?" 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?? HE'S OUR ENEMY, NOT OUR COMRADE! HE COULD FUCKING KILL ME IN ONE SHOT, WHAT THE HELL?!!' hank gently closes the door, while he walks closer to me, his gaze not leaving mine.

he towers over me, as i awkwardly look up at him, small beads of sweat leaving my forehead. "is this seat taken?" he asks, as he points to the seat to the left side of me. 'what the fuck- is he ok?? isn't he supposed to kill me?' "..no, why do you ask..?" he doesn't reply, as he takes a seat beside me. 'aw damnn, what the hank gonna do?' it's been a few minutes without any noise, like you could hear a pin drop. "why'd you decide to take a seat beside me?" i ask, looking up at him in curiosity. "gotta take a break." he coldly replies. 'jebus, cold much?'

"hm, haven't expected that from a killing machine." i calmly reply, as i rest my cheek on my hand, putting my elbow on the table. "you are aware that i still am a grunt, correct?"² he growled, as i nodded in nervousness. 'shit, i think i struck a nerve.' "tch." he grumbles. 'this guy is too fucking cold. its fucking freezing.' "so. what's your name?" he unexpectedly asks. "y/n." i simply reply.

after a few more minutes of not speaking, "are you scared of me?" he asks. in utter confusion, i look up at him, and.. i was honestly surprised that he would ask that kind of question. well, it makes sense, he's killed over 600 grunts so far, and i should actually be shitting my pants right now. all the other agents from the lower levels should be dead, and i should be dead, but i'm not. am i scared of him? a few minutes ago, yeah, but now? not really.

i snap out of my trance, looking down at the table. "no.. not really, at least." i reply. "hmm.. how interesting." he mumbles, with an amused tone in his voice.

"anywho, i think it's time i get going. it was nice taking a break with you, y/n." he says, as he stands up and stretches a bit, before slowly walking away. "hey, can i.. go with you?" i ask him, standing up from the table and dusting myself off. "i'm tired of this damned agency, and the fact that i was forced to work here against my own will. i'd risk anything just get out of this facility." i say, rubbing my eyes in a tired manner.

"fine, i'm going to let you tag along with the team. but only if you don't bother me when i'm busy. got it?" he asks in a strict manner. "understood." i reply, standing up straight, and dusting myself off, walking towards hank.

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aight, that's it!
worked on this for a whole 6 hours, feelin good!
please comment if there are any grammatical errors, i'd highly appreciate it!

context stuff:
1: code black is for whenever hank raids the facility
2: he occasionally gets annoyed or irritated when people think of him more as a killing machine, and not as a grunt/person.

[ Written: November 27, 6:09 pm, Finished: November 28, 12:34 am ]
[ Edited: never lmaooaoao ]