Watchdogs Imagines

Marcus- Put Me Down

It truly was a wonderful day for a hike, or in our case, a wander through the woods to a small cabin where we could hide out for a few days. Marcus had been getting a little stressed lately with DedSec and Blume, so I arranged for us to spend the weekend at a cabin, away from technology. 

"Can't you walk a little slower?" I shout to Marcus, who is full steam ahead hiking through the trail to get to the cabin. 

He either doesn't hear me, or is still pissed about my idea. Let's just say we wasn't happy to be taken away from the action, and the others were desperate for him to take some time off. 

"I know you can hear me, you absolute-" I begin to shout, but I fall face first onto the floor, luckily the soft earth prevents me from breaking my face, but the rock I tripped over doesn't help my twisted ankle. 

"Shit!" I say to myself. 

Marcus turns around at the sound of my body falling, and rushes forward, his face a mixture of bewilderment and joy. 

"Are you really that desperate for me to stop being annoyed with you, because that fake fall isn't going to cut it" Marcus jokes.

I stare at him with shock. "Marcus I'm not faking it, I really did fall, but I'm fine thanks" I half lie. 

"Course you are" Marcus smirks, before refollowing the trail. 

I awkwardly hop up and test my legs, but one doesn't like gravity and immediately throbs, I begin to slowly limp up the trail. My face a portrait of pain and anger. 

"What's taking you so long short legs" Marcus calls, facing me once again, "Shit, you really did hurt yourself?" He asks. 

I shrug, limping past him, "I'm fine" I lie. 

"Y/N I'm so sorry, I know you only planned this stupid trip to help me, look, let me help" Marcus calmly says. 

I give one quick nod, before he comes into my personal bubble and picks me up princess style. 

"Wait, wait! What are you doing, put me down!" I shout at him, my dignity left behind where I fell. 

"Can't have you hurting yourself further, plus I owe you" Marcus coos. 

I turn my head to face him, gripping my arms around his neck tighter, "If you drop me I swear you won't be coming back from this trip!" I threaten, half joking. 

"I got you princess" Marcus jokes. 

I blush at the nickname, secretly liking it. 

"March on Tarzan, we've got hot tubs to fill and wine to drink!" I holler, patting his head.

Marcus scoffs before laughing and walking faster.