Sebastian Stan Imagines

Nick Fowler - Let Her Go

A/n: Sorry it's been awhile, I've been on break and school started after long snow day vacation, and so I'm back :D

Summary: You and Nick are on a mission and things get sideways.

I have not seen The 355 so I do not know the plot, so I'm making my own.

Warnings: Language & Fluff <3

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Your arms were held behind your back as two agents, Agent Marie and Khadijah, holding you.

You struggled against them, lip and nose bleeding.

"Where is he?" Mace hissed.

You didn't answer.

"Go to hell," You stuttered, and Mace punched your face again.

"HEY!"

You pulled your head up, Mace turning around, to see your handsome boyfriend, Nick Fowler, standing at the doorframe with. gun pointed at Mace, two other men behind him.

"Let her go," Nick snarled.

"Where are the files, Fowler?" Mace asked.

"Hidden way from you asshole," Nick said. "Let her go."

"Not until you tell me where the files are," Mace said. She pulled out her gun, holding it against your head.

"Cock that gun and you'r all dead," Nick said.

"I won't ask you again!" Mace said, more loudly. "Where are the files?"

Nick fired his gun, hitting Mace in the stomach, and having Marie and Khadijah let go of you.

You fell to the ground, weak, and in pain.

A pair of arms picked you up. Nick's.

"It's okay, baby," Nick whispered, in your ear, as he dragged you out of the building. "It's okay, I've got you. I'm gonna make this pain go away."

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You were laying on top of Nick, on your back, his arms around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck.

He had cleaned up your wounds, and he changed your clothes.

It was late at night, a dim fire in the fireplace, and a muted TV show playing.

"Nick?" You mumbled.

"Baby?" Nick answered, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Are you hurt?" You asked.

Nick chuckled.

"No," He said. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," You said, repositioning yourself, so you were on your side on his chest.

You lifted your head, placing your forehead on his, before gently kissing his lips.

"Thank you," You said, running your fingernails over his jawline.

"For what?" He asked.

"For protecting me," You said.

Nick pecked your lips.

"Anything for my baby," He said, having you laugh, and nozzle yourself into his arm neck.

He rubbed circles on your back, and placed kisses on your temple.

"From now on, no more missions," He said. "Just you and me."

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=Literally one day later=

"Uh, Agent Y/n?" Nick's assistant, Luis said.

"What Luis?" You asked.

"Nick is stuck in the town building, floor 63. Uhm, The 355 got him," Luis said.

"Oh my God," You said. "Prepare my car."

"Yes Agent Y/n," Luis said, nodding his head before disappearing.

You pulled on your black combat outfit, putting your hair out and adjusting your holsters, before going into the garage and getting in the car with Luis.

You sped down to the road to the Town Building, you and Luis rushing up the stairs and burst through the door.

Nick was tied to a chair, The 355 agents interrogating him.

Nick sighed when he saw you.

"So much for no more missions," You said, shaking your head.

Nick smiled at you.

"You love me," He said.

"Ah, Agent Y/n," Mace said. "Just the person we're looking for."

"Would love to talk," You said, taking out both your guns and cocking them. "But I have a cooking lesson to get to, and I don't wanna be late."

The 355 mumbled to each other, before slitting Nick's ropes.

They all looked at you, before climbing out the window.

"Weird," You said.

Nick stood up, wrapping you in his arms and placing multiple kisses on your lips.

"This time, no more missions," He said, smiling, kissing your lips again. "Also, what cooking lesson?"

"A lesson on how to smoke your ass," You said, placing your guns back in your holsters, and walking out the door.