𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Saving the Hero| Request

AN: A lovely person requested an imagine in which the reader is kind of like Daredevil (blind but has heightened and almost super like senses). I thought it would be super badass if for once the reader saved Leon!
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I walk down the carpeted corridors, a walking stick guiding me as well as my arm being linked with Leon's. He comes to a stop slowly, giving me time to gather my bearings as we reach the door to the meeting room, then kindly Leon opens the door for me and leads me inside, his hand shuffling up to my shoulder as he shows me to a seat and pulls it out for me.

"Just here. Have you got it?" He softly asks. I nod in response, feeling the chair before sitting down and setting my walking stick between my legs, nervously I toy with it as I hear other footsteps enter, more than the usual two, I gather. I bite my lip, sensing that Leon sits beside me, and I can hear his feet shuffle as if he's already ready for the approaching mission even though we haven't even had the briefing yet.

"I'm glad you're all here," Ingrid Hunnigan begins, I hear the click of a button and know that there's a presentation going on, but I'm unable to see any of it due to my blindness. "We've got a serious mission ahead of us. An island off the coast of Maine has been targeted by an organisation that uses bio organic weapons as a form of firepower. There's been an outbreak of the T-Virus and has become too dangerous for our usual agents to head there and gather some clues as to who the organisation is or why they targeted this specific place."

I nod, in my mind picturing the hard expressions of the other agents. Beside me, Leon stiffens, I know the mention of the virus is a touchy subject for him, I can almost imagine the pinch of his lips and the way his fists clench under the table. I reach out to him, placing my hand over his, and as predicted, I'm right. He's stiffer than a tree, so I smooth my thumb over his hand to silently show him that I'm here for him. I feel his hand turn upwards, then he links our fingers together.

"When do we leave?" I ask, facing Hunnigan's direction. The room goes quiet, and as usual I can tell the other agents in the room are wondering why the hell I'm here and what I could possibly be capable of.

"We can do this without you." Leon murmurs, not hurtfully but from a place of genuine concern. I frown, shaking my head as I focus forwards. I can faintly hear Leon's breath speer up as if he's panicking, clearly he's already worried about me.

"Leon, you don't get to choose-" I begin, but I suddenly feel him standing and pulling me up with him. Reluctantly I follow, not needing to use my stick as Leon guides me back into the corridor, then he closes the door behind us to give us some privacy.

"Y/N, I can't protect you whilst I'm there, and I won't let anything happen to you on my watch. I know you're capable and strong baby, but please just sit this one out for me. Please." He pleads, leaning forward as I feel his breath tickle my face. I take a breath, thinking it over, but in the end I give in.

"Fine. But be careful, and come back to me." I mumble, then his arms wrap around me as I hug him back, breathing him in and hearing his pulse rapidly beat against his neck.

A Few Days Later

I sit with Hunnigan, my knees bouncing as I listen to the static on her radio. Leon and a few other agents left for the island a few days ago, and at first contact was clear, but last night we lost them, and this morning we completely lost their location. That's never good.

"I've got to go in there." I tell Hunnigan, my hands gently shake as I stand and grab my walking stick, but I feel her grab my hand.

"We haven't got any more agents to send out there with you." She worriedly tells me, but I shake my head.