His Immortal | Marcus Pike

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The agent who spoke flinched, his expression turning sheepish. He hadn't realized my age, and now he felt doubly bad for making me feel disrespected. "Right, of course," he said, his voice tinged with remorse. "My apologies. We'll be more mindful of your age from now on, and we won't call you ma'am."

The other agents nodded in agreement, their expressions sincere. They all genuinely felt bad for their tactlessness and the tension they had caused. Marcus, meanwhile, gently tightened his grip around my shoulders, a protective and comforting gesture. He sent a warning glare at his colleagues, silently reminding them to watch their words and actions around me.

As I helped him with the food, Marcus silently appreciated my care and attention. His arm remained wrapped around my shoulder, a constant reminder of his protectiveness and affection. The agents watched silently, their expressions still apologetic but also a little envious of the relationship between us two.

One of the agents, the cheeky one, couldn't help but speak up jokingly, his tone laced with a hint of envy. "If I knew I'd get this level of treatment for getting shot, I would've gotten shot years ago."

The other agents chuckled awkwardly, their gazes flickering between Marcus and me. They knew the joking tone was just a cover for the real envy and guilt they were feeling. Marcus, on the other hand, grunted irritably. "Yeah, because getting shot and almost losing your life is such a blast," he snarked, his voice both sarcastic and protective.

The agents' laughter petered out awkwardly, their faces becoming sheepish again. They had known that their joke would likely not go over well with Marcus, yet they couldn't help expressing their suppressed feelings.

One of them, the sensitive one, spoke up again, his voice tentative. "Sorry, man. We really didn't mean it like that. We're just glad you're okay, and we're envious that you've got someone who cares so much about you."

"We both have scars now," I said gently to him. Marcus looked at me, his gaze flickering between my face and his injured shoulder. My words hit him harder than he expected, and he felt a pang of guilt for the fact that I was now also marked by the trauma of the situation.

He reached up to gently touch my cheek, his rugged fingers lightly tracing the outline of my face. "Yeah," he mumbled, his voice gruff but tender. "We both do."

The agents watched silently, their hearts clenching slightly at the intimate exchange. They had never seen Marcus so soft and caring with anyone before, and the fact that we had both endured physical and emotional pain because of the ordeal only made the scene more poignant.

One of them, the sensitive one, lump in his throat. He had always known Marcus to be a tough, stoic guy, and seeing him being gentle and vulnerable with me only further cemented his respect for both of us.

The other agents watched in silence, their expressions contemplative. They knew Marcus's reputation as a no-nonsense guy who rarely showed vulnerability, and seeing him being protective and tender with me was a side of him they didn't get to see often, if at all.

The air in the room was thick with an array of emotions - guilt, envy, appreciation, respect, and tenderness. Each agent was silently processing their thoughts and feelings, their gazes flickering between me and Marcus, their colleague whom they had never seen so vulnerable and protective before.

Marcus's arm remained wrapped around my shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. He was aware of the emotional undercurrents in the room, but his primary focus was on me. He could sense my discomfort and slight pain, and he wished he could take all of it away.

One of the agents, the cheeky one, couldn't help but break the tense silence with a joke. "You know, if you keep holding her like that, people are gonna start accusing you of being whipped."

"Dude can you shut up- We get it you haven't been in a relationship before, we get it you're a virgin," I rolled my eyes, it was obvious I was getting irritated by the comments.

The agent's face turned beet red as I fired back at him. The room fell dead silent, all eyes snapping towards me and the embarrassed agent. The others were all staring at me, their eyes wide with shock and admiration.

Marcus, however, was a bit surprised by my outburst, but he also couldn't help but be secretly pleased by the way I stood up for him. He tightened his grip on me slightly, silently appreciating my feisty defence.

The other agents glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. They had never seen the cheeky agent get shut down so quickly and effectively before. One of them, the sensitive one, couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Damn, she's got a tongue on her."

The one who got insulted spoke up "Okay miss gold digger,".

Marcus's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he heard the agent refer to me as a 'gold digger'. His grip on my shoulder tightened subtly as his protective instincts flared. He took a deep breath, his voice taut with restrained anger. "Watch your mouth," he growled.

The agent who had spoken up looked a bit apprehensive, realizing he might have crossed a line. The other agents exchanged glances, silently waiting to see how the situation would unfold. Marcus's arm remained firmly around my shoulder, his body positioned as if to shield me from any more unnecessary comments.

Marcus held his glare aimed at the agent who had called me a 'gold digger'. His body was tense with suppressed anger, his protective instincts flaring. He didn't like anyone talking about me in that manner, especially considering all the sacrifices I had voluntarily made.

The room was tense, the air thick with an undercurrent of anticipation. Everyone was waiting for a response, either from me or from Marcus. The agents were all watching intently, their eyes darting back and forth between me and Marcus, silently observing the exchange.