Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Who Did This

"Oh my fucking God, who the fuck did this to you? I'm going to fucking kill them!" Wrench angrily shouts as he rushes into the bathroom of my apartment, running his hands through his hair, mask discarded somewhere.

We've been together for 3 months and he recently became more comfortable about showing his face, a slow but so worth it process.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, they got back twice what they deserved. A mission just went sideways, that's all" I gently tell him as I struggle to hold tissue to my knuckles and face at the same time.

"Here, let me help" He says panicky, "sit on the toilet and I'll clean you up".

I do as he says and sit on the toilet lit, hissing as my muscles finally get a break.

Wrench takes off his leather jacket and rolls up the arms of his hoodie, even when in pain I can't help but to admire his tattooed arms.

He grabs painkillers, and fills up a glass of water before having it to me, I silently nod to him. As I down the water and painkillers Wrench dampens a cloth with alcohol solution.

"This is going to sting a little" He winces as he gently rubs the cloth over my knuckles, I tense up and take a sharp inhale of breath. Shit. I force a smile and he raises one eyebrow in a silent question.

I nod again as he continues to clean my wounds, and wraps bandages around my hands.

Wrench rinses the cloth and tucks my hair behind my ears, I look down as he slowly and hesitantly wipes the blood away from my forehead. I feel him out two fingers under my chin and raise my head so I'm looking him in the eye.

My mouth parts as I see how concerned he is. He slowly leans forward and gently kisses my head.

"I swear I'll hunt them assholes down one by one and make them pay for laying a finger on you" He whispers as his mouth moves against my head.

"Wrench, I'm okay, trust me, you can see from my hands I definitely got the point across that I wasn't impressed with them" I chuckle.

Wrench leans back and strokes my hair one last time before standing up and tidying up the mess.

"Wanna Star Wars and chill?" I ask him, he turns around and laughs a breathy laugh, "Yeah, as long as we forget the newer movies".

I nod, "Of course!". As I go to leave the bathroom I say "Thank you", Wrench grabs my hand and kisses it before murmuring "I love you",

And how else can I reply, I say "I know".