𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

❊ 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈) ❊

二

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Agent Black sighed loudly, letting the breath escape past the tiny gaps between his teeth and out through his loosely parted lips.

"Red, you made me so worried. You always worry me for some reason ... you shouldn't be an agent at all if you're going to keep doing this." He murmured something else to himself, something else about Agent Red as he stared down at her, in the stupid big dumpster.

She was sleeping peacefully, like a little angel from heaven, in the dumpster, safely on the garbage bags and everything to do with them that Agent Black was too disgusted to speak about, to describe.

Her brown hair, let go from the reins of its hair band, cascaded in layers beneath her. It was so long, so long that Agent Black simply couldn't get why she hadn't cut it yet. Red's watery eyes couldn't be seen right now, not those blue eyes that he loved so much, but he would give anything now to see them, even if she was just sleeping.

Curled up into a small ball like Red had a bellyache, Black wondered if this was the reason why she was so short - her bad sleeping positions.

Agent Blue had reported things like this, that Red would sometimes be on the floor in the mornings, sometimes slumped over the desk in their shared dorm, and Black had never really believed them ... until now. He breathed in and out, inhaling and exhaling, through his nose and then going out through his mouth.

When you didn't have any money to get a therapist, you managed to make use of what you had, even if that information was just stuff schoolteachers told you. Black thought, smiling to himself.

"Red ... You just had to scare me like that. Stop getting to me like that, okay?" he spoke to the sleeping figure, though he knew well enough that Agent Red wouldn't answer him - and even if she was awake, she'd make the choice not to as well. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies slightly, but that was all the flickers of movement you'd get from her, and Agent Black knew that that was all he'd get.

Black slid both of his arms under her back, one fitting perfectly in the natural curve of her spine, the other holding the space that made up the joint of her knee.

He wasn't sure what position to hold her in, so his hands and arms just moved in a way that he believed was comfortable for himself, not that he wasn't thinking about Agent Red's wellbeing as well. Her body felt rather limp as he held her tighter, making sure that she wouldn't fall.

"You should really tie your hair up again, Red," he teased, playing with her headband in his finger, watching as the black of his fingernails collided with each other and rubbed against the material of the band. "Oh, wait, you can't! You're sleeping." He grinned again, before he let his facial expression rest again, the tiniest of creases appearing on his forehead again, double eyelids revealing themselves to the world.

Red murmured to herself, grappling at Black's uniform. Black sighed softly, hoisting her up in his arms again. "Jeez, the last time I carried you, you weren't this heavy, Red. Come on, you have to walk. Base is so far away, and I don't know how I'm going to make it there if you're going to sap my strength like that. Red, can you wake up? Hmm?" He poked her cheek, gentle, like a feather, this time. He didn't know what to do with her, so he was going to improvise until he got her to do something.