Nick Fowler x Reader

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The two of us arrived Paris on bright day light. The sun is shining and it's nicely warm outside. We got into our hotelroom pretty quickly. The room is big and bright. There's one king size bed, huge walking closet, nice desk and big bathroom with very detailed gold carvings. The CIA does seem to have some money to throw around over one day. Something I could never afford just like that. Not that the money as an agent was bad or anything. Guess I'm the person who gets happy about the simple things. "Here you go." Nick hands me box of noodles and chicken. I thank him and we start eating. We've order chinase food in our room. Funny how you travel across the world just to eat same food you would get at home. I'm sitting beside the desk, watching the map of Paris. Nick stands few steps away, leaning against the wall. "You are quite messy eater (Y/N)." he teases. I cover my mouth while holding the chopsticks;"So are you.". We let out gentle laugh. Simple things.

It's somehow weird to see Nick in 'normal' clothes. He's always wearing fancy dark suits. But that casual, blue, long sleeve shirt looks really good on him, I got to admit. Brings up his eyes nicely. Without realizing it, I'm staring right at him this whole time. He sees this and I quickly look down at the map. I have drawn a circle with red marker where we are going to meet this Rojas- person. Looking at the map and the trail ways, I start to think out loud;"Exterior has no clean cover, exposure's 360 degrees. We can't box him in.". Nick shrug his shoulders;"No need. He called us. We trade bags, walkaway. Not much, no fuss.". He makes it sound so simple. "Why don't we have a team on this?" I ask. "It's a simple drop, (Y/N). He could have sold that thing on the black market for a lot more, but he just wants three mil frame and his family to disappear." he keeps eating. "Poor guy... It's not easy to be a criminal." I sigh. "Yeah, because it's far more easier to be an agent." Nick says with sarcastic tone.

Warm memory from the past hits and smile comes up to my face;"I remember when I was little and heard the story about the Agent 355. The female spy, during the American Revolution... She was part of the Culper Ring.". "The same story they told us in our training?" Nick tilt his head. I nod;"She was one of the first spies for the Unites States, but her real identity is still unknown.". "And the number 355 could be decrypted from the system the Culper Ring used to mean "lady"." he remembers. "Yeah, I was so fascinated in that as a child. Maybe it somehow gave me the motivation to become an agent myself." gentle chuckle comes out of me. Then I realize how silly I've must sound. But Nick didn't seem to mind it, he actually stares at me with sweet smile on his face.

Turn my head back to the map;"So... What's the plan?". Nick takes couple steps towards the desk and takes something from his pocket;"We're Joel and Ethel Luis from Iowa...". Then he place shiny ring on the desk;"..And we're on our honeymoon." and sits on a chair beside me. Smile escapes my lips;"Honeymoon? Really?", showing him playfully being disgusted by the cliché. Even in reality I'm pretty flustered by it. He smiles back sweetly;"Try the ring, see if it fits.". The ring sure is beautiful and unique. Any girl would be lucky if they actually got one from Nick someday. I take the ring and put it in right place. It's beautiful, perfect fit. Like it was meant to be there... Nick waits couple seconds for my reaction before open his mouth;"Well?". "Hm, it'll do." try to act all cool about it and get up from my seat. Nick's eyes follow me all the time with soft look on his face. I reach for a laptop then turn to look at him;"Oh, and... Ethel? Really? You could think any other grandma name?". We both laugh a bit.

I continue working on the laptop while standing. Try to find more information about this Luis Rojas. Without my knowledge Nick stares at me. "I wanna try something." he breaks the silence. "Sure, try the roasted noodles. They are great." point at the food on the desk while maintain eyes on the screen. "I'm not talking about the food." he shake his head amused. Turn to him with questioning look. Nick's face gets tiny bit more serious as he gets up, still gazing his eyes on me. "What?" I chuckle. "I just..." he grab the chair that is between us and removes it out of the way gently. His blue eyes stares into my (e/c) eyes as he approach. Getting little nervous by his whole essence. Without thinking I take a step back with nervous smile;"Is this somekind o..-", "Just... Stay still." his voice got low. We stand almost chest to chest now, the grib of my hand around the laptop tightens. What is he doing?