Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 46

Noir wasted no time after Maeve declared Y/N "dead." He carefully picked her up from the floor, cradling her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. Maeve followed close behind as they exited the meeting room, the tension lingering even after the door clicked shut behind them.

Walking through Vought's hallways, Noir felt a strange mix of emotions—relief, anger. He knew Maeve had just saved Y/N's life, but the fact that it had come to this made his blood boil. Still, he kept his face blank, his steps measured, as they made their way to the morgue.

Once inside, Noir gently set Y/N down on one of the cold metal slabs. As soon as he did, Y/N sat up and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Noir stiffened, not expecting the sudden affection, but he found himself returning the embrace, his hands resting on her back. She pulled away just enough to look at him, and then turned to Maeve, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

Y/N got up and hugged Maeve too, surprising her. Maeve smirked, patting her on the back, but the look in her eyes was softer than usual.

"You saved my ass," Y/N said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."

Maeve nodded, then looked at Noir with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't know you two were that close."

Noir didn't respond, just gave a slight shrug. He wasn't sure how much Maeve knew, but he didn't care. What mattered was that Y/N was alive—for now.

Y/N turned back to Noir. He reached out, his fingers lightly grazing her neck, tracing the bruises he'd left. She winced at the touch, and he quickly pulled his hand back, his chest tightening with guilt. It was one thing to fake her death, another to see the physical damage he'd done.

Maeve cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "Listen, you need to get out of here, and fast. The vents are close to the ground floor. Crawl through them, and you can get outside without anyone noticing."

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with gratitude. "Alright, thank you, Maeve. It's been... interesting, being on the same team."

Maeve rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smile. "Yeah, well, let's not make it a habit."

Y/N turned to Noir one last time, her expression was a mix of sadness and something else he couldn't quite place. "It was lovely while it lasted," she said softly. Then, without warning, she hugged him again, tighter this time, as if she was trying to memorize how it felt. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I love you."

Noir's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if Maeve heard, but she didn't react if she did. Y/N pulled away before he could respond, not that he could even if he wanted to. She gave him one last look, her eyes shining with unshed tears, before turning and heading to the vents.

She crawled inside, moving quickly through the tight space until she saw a sliver of light ahead. With a hard kick, she busted open the other vent cover and crawled out, landing with a thud in a dumpster. "Fucking hell," she muttered, brushing off the grime as she climbed out. The stench was awful, but at least she was out.

She made her way to the CIA office, her heart heavy with everything that had just happened. Once there, she didn't waste time. She demanded her identity be changed—everything, except her first name. She was done with Vought, done with the life that had nearly gotten her killed.

The CIA was surprisingly compliant. They granted her request, even offered her a life insurance policy, and basically handed her an early retirement. Her expenses would be taken care of, and she was free to start a new life wherever she wanted. Miami sounded like a good place to disappear, so that's where she chose.

As she left the office for the last time, she felt a sense of finality wash over her. But when she slipped her hands into her pocket, she felt something unfamiliar—a piece of paper. Frowning, she pulled it out and unfolded it.

In Noir's handwriting, it read: "I promise I'll find you." And next to it, a small heart.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes filling with tears. He must have slipped it into her pocket during that last hug. The words were simple, but they hit her like a ton of bricks. Despite everything, he cared. He really cared.

She let out a shaky breath, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. Noir was out there somewhere, and no matter how far she ran, she knew he'd keep his promise.

She didn't know if that made her feel safer or more terrified.

A/N~ We are not done yet!!!