Frank Woods x Reader

Eleven

"That was great, eh?", you gave Mason a playful push to mock him for his delusional expectations. "Just great..."

Annoyed, he let out a groan and turned around to give the helicopter a signal to take off again.

As the metal bird rose into the cloudy, grey sky, snow twirled up and covered the forest in a thin, white veil. Not far down the small hill shone the golden lights of a city.

Kiev.

"You could have handled this a bit more sensitive.", Mason hummed, eyebrows pulled together.

"My bad. Next time I'll go to my knees and lick his boots."

"You know exactly that's not what I mean.", he sighed. "I told you to talk it out. Not slice each other's throats. That was worse than Adler's divorce."

Snorting, you wiggled with your eyebrows. You loved to drag Adler through the mud for being married to his ex wife. Even more for divorcing her.

"I doubt it. That was a bloodbath I aspire to create one day. But don't say I didn't warn you it would go this way. Because, oh, I warned you."

Your eyes jumped to Woods, who was walking a few steps ahead. His back was turned to the two of you, but every now and then he glanced back. It was hard to tell if he looked back to secure the area or to check if you were shit talking about him.

Either way, every time his eyes fell on you he turned away again.

If you talked softly, he was out of hearing range.

Usually, he was quite noisy. He would have never admitted it out loud, but whenever someone had some gossip to tell he was the fist to gasp in disbelief. It was kind of cute that a man, as rough and edgy as Frank was, could still be entertained by something so ridiculously unimportant.

As you thought about it, a soft smile appeared on your face.

Mason noticed immediately.

"What are you smiling at?", confused, he looked from you to Woods and back. "No way!"

You bit your tongue and stopped smiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", you growled and gifted him a deadly glance. "Don't test your luck, Alex."

With a suppressed grin, he turned his eyes back to Woods.

"It's no shame to be in love with your ex.", he purred.

"Enough!", you reached out and gave him such a hard hit to the pit of his stomach that he fell to his knees, groaning, and rolled through the snow. "Not a fucking word more, Mason."

Alarmed by the sound, Woods' head snapped around. His eyes fell onto the fallen Mason first before jumping to you. One of his eyebrows rose, asking a silent question.

You shrugged, pulled a face and walked past Woods. While doing so, your shoulder bumped against his.

Back in the day you had bumped his shoulder to tease him all the time. He had always followed you with his eyes, eyebrows pulled together and face grim, only to burst out laughing when you started to feel bad about annoying him.

But this time it was an accident.

He could have seen this as an attempt to anger him. He could have started a fight.

But he didn't.

His eyes locked with yours for a second. The expression on his face was dark but not hateful.

With a soft sigh, you nodded your head as an apology.

He let out a sound that made clear he wasn't mad and turned back to Mason.

"Hey, get up, princess!", he said and tapped him with his foot. "You can sleep after we finished this. Besides, I can't dance, so that's your job."

Confused, you frowned.

"Why would dancing be important?", you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him.

Woods let out a deep sound.

"Right, we didn't tell you.", he hummed.

With a dull feeling growing in the back of your head, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"What didn't you tell me?"

Mason groaned on the ground.

"The target is hard to catch without company.", he managed to get back on his feet and take a deep breath to milden the pain. "He's social and always travels from location to location."

Understanding, you nodded.

"He's a diplomat for Perseus.", you said.

It was more of a question than a statement, after all, you didn't know anything about that man. But judging by the information at hand, it was easy to put together all the puzzle pieces.

Woods hummed and raised his chin in agreement.

"He's invited to a ball in Kiev. Charity or some shit.", he pulled a face to show how little he was thrilled to be part of this mission. "I don't know why Hudson decided I'd be a good fit for this. I don't dance and I don't like suits. Not on myself and not on others."

Amused, you smiled.

You still remembered how much he hated wearing a bow tie. The White House once had invited you and a couple of other agents to an official dinner to thank everyone for their service. It had been a pain in the ass to get Frank to put on a proper suit and tie.

The entire evening he had complained about how scratchy and stiff everything was. Every other minute you had fixed his bow tie. Somehow, it had always been crooked or loose.

But he had looked like one hell of a handsome motherfucker. After that dinner, you two had officially started dating.

"What a shame...", you mumbled, chuckling about the memories of that night. "You looked very fuckable that night..."

Without another word, you turned away and kept on walking.

Confused, Woods was left behind, wondering if he had heard right or if he was just slowly going insane because of your presence.

"You heard that too, didn't you?", he asked and leaned to Mason.

Mason let out an exhausted sound.

"I don't want to read too much into it.", he rubbed his aching stomach. "One hit was enough for a day."