Madness Combat x Reader

Hank "How are you here?"

"I know the interview is today and hopefully a new job... "
" yeah... Let's hope that they don't kick you out to the street for someone who is "better"," I could hear the sarcasm in their voice along with the air quotes they had done, " okay, so what, last time that place tried to get me back after they fired me"
"okay so yeah I got to go now bye" before I could say bye they hung up. Time to watch some Madness Combat.  I turn the TV on and sit down for awhile.

After watching Madness Combat for about 20 minutes I get up and go to the kitchen to get a pop/soda/coke. The lights start to flicker as I close the fridge doors. "Huh... Better call Dan about that" setting the pop/soda/coke on the counter I open up the cabinet and grab some (fav flavor) potato chips. The lights turn off and a thud is heard.  Confused I turn and quickly walk back to the living room. I notice a man laying on the ground in front of the TV.  Wait... Is that... No... How is he here.. how is Hank here? Realization hits and sends chills down my spine as he looks up and looks around till he lands his sight on me...

Hank Pov 5 minutes

Typical day, normal raid of an AAHW building. Shits boring. Already I've walked down the halls and killed at least 20 agents. As I walked down the halls, one ATP agent ran up to fight me. After a second of watching them run up to attack. I pulled out a gun and shot them in the head. "Boring" I turn and notice the lights go out. Few seconds later. I fall onto some hard floor. Not the agency though. I look around and see a human standing in a hallway.

Y/N Pov

After a few minutes I turn and run to the kitchen to grab the revolver in the drawer. "HEY GET OVER HERE" I run to the drawer and grab the handle when the collar of my shirt gets yanked back causing me to be thrown into the cabinets. I manage to not fall to the ground and decide to try and run to the door down the hall to my right, but he quickly pins me against the cabinet. "Where am I" "Why are you asking me?" I reply and think about how I could be killed within a second.

He got closer and I could see his eyes behind the red tea shade glasses. His eyes could tell more about him then anything. No remorse could be found in his eyes only cold, dark, bloodlust eyes... His stare had me silent and scared. After what felt like hours I knee him in the groin. He stumbles back a little and groans. I quickly run to the drawer and grab the revolver then point it at him.  "Oh a gun. I'm so scared. BITCH I got Fucking 3 on me." He moved his jacket to show off the three guns but.... There were none...
"... Okay... Where the fuck are tho-" cutting himself off he looks for the other weapons that should be on him.

"Okay so... I just have my sword... Eh I can still kick your as- FUCK" to say the least is I am no lucky shot. I had years upon years of training with guns and bows so I can shoot faster then a lot of people I know. Even my own father couldn't shoot as fast as I could, even though he taught me everything. I had quickly shot at both of his wrist while he was talking disarming him of his sword.  "lucky shot" "I have never been told that one before. More of that everyone has been saying "how the Fuck". Now uh... " Losing train of thought I quickly look around for something to use as a restraint.

  Wait... He could still kill me without a fucking weapon I look up at him as he now stood in front of me. "You were going to try and restrain me next correct... Thought so anyways," he quickly grabbing my arm, with his blood dripping off of his hands and wrist, then tossed me over him, not letting go, and slamming me hard into the ground before sitting on my back, "let's do this the fun way... WHERE AM I?" He grabbed my head and made me face him his grip getting tighter each second. "Westview (State), quartz apartments." I said trying to get some air back into my lungs. "So I'm not in Nevada... Why are you not... Grey? (Sorry for anyone who isn't tan or white I'm not trying to be racist I really hate that but I would feel better if I wrote this if the person is white) As in why are you so... " "Pale... Not out very much and also different universe.... FUCK CANT BREATH" "STOP WHINNING, your perfectly fine" "YOUR CRUSHING ME" " I AM NOT... Okay I might be a bit your turning purple" he gets up and I could finally breath.