Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 49

Black Noir had tracked people before. Countless times, actually. It was what he did. Find the target, neutralize them, move on. But this was different. This wasn't just about another mission. It was personal, and Y/N wasn't a target. Not in the way anyone else had been.

Miami was the place she'd disappeared to, and now he was here too, blending into the crowd, silent as ever. The humid air clung to him as he walked the busy streets, eyes scanning everything, his senses on high alert. He could find her. He had to.

Y/N thought she could hide from Vought, from Homelander, from him. But Black Noir was more persistent than anyone. It took time, but eventually, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The beach house on the edge of the city, the one with the white shutters and palm trees swaying in the front yard — it was her hideout, her new beginning.

Noir didn't knock on the door. He didn't need to. He knew she'd be inside. Instead, he waited, his mind racing. What would she say when she saw him? Would she hate him for everything that had happened? Would she run? He wasn't good with emotions. Hell, he barely understood them most of the time. But for her, he would try. He had to.

The door opened suddenly, and there she was. Y/N, standing in front of him in a loose shirt and shorts, her hair damp from what must've been a late-night shower. She froze when she saw him, her eyes wide, disbelief and shock written all over her face. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension between them was palpable, heavy.

"Noir..." she finally breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't move. He just stood there, watching her, waiting for her reaction.

"You... you found me," she said, almost in disbelief. "How the fuck did you find me?"

Noir tilted his head slightly, a silent answer. He found everyone.

Y/N shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I should've known. I should've fucking known you'd track me down." There was a hint of a smile on her lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

For a few moments, they stood there, the tension thickening. Y/N didn't invite him in, but she didn't close the door on him either.

Finally, she sighed and stepped aside. "Come in. Might as well, since you went through all the trouble of finding me."

Noir stepped inside, his eyes sweeping over the place. It was small but cozy, a clear contrast to the cold, sterile environment of Vought Tower. It suited her.

Y/N shut the door behind him, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "So, what now? You're here to drag me back?" There was bitterness in her voice, and he couldn't blame her. She had every right to be angry.

He shook his head, turning to face her fully.

"No?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then why are you here, Noir?"

He didn't answer, couldn't answer, but he didn't need to. She knew. The way his body was tense, the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing that mattered — it was enough.

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, and then something in her expression softened. 

His gaze never left hers.

She let out a shaky breath, her arms dropping to her sides. "Fuck... I didn't think you'd come." There was a vulnerability in her voice now, one she rarely let anyone see. "After everything... I thought you'd forget about me. Move on."

Noir stepped closer, his hand reaching out, hesitating for a split second before he cupped her cheek gently. The warmth of her skin against his palm sent a surge of emotion through him. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes.

"I missed you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His thumb brushed her cheek softly, a silent response. He'd missed her too, more than she could ever know.

Y/N opened her eyes, looking up at him. "You know we can't do this, right? It's dangerous. Vought... Homelander...They think i'm dead." She trailed off, but Noir could see the fear in her eyes.

He didn't care. He'd faced danger before, more times than he could count. But this... this was worth it. She was worth it.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly, but it was a sad laugh. "You're fucking crazy, you know that? But I guess I am too, because I still want this." She stepped closer, her hand resting on his chest. "I want you."

That was all the confirmation he needed. Without another thought, he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't the kind of kiss filled with desperation or urgency. It was soft, tender, like they had all the time in the world. And for a moment, it felt like they did.

Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The weight of everything — Vought, Homelander, the danger — disappeared, and all that was left was the two of them.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N rested her forehead against his, her breathing uneven. "What the fuck are we doing, Noir?"

He didn't answer, just held her close, his hand running through her hair.

"I don't know how this is going to work," she admitted, her voice soft. "But I don't care. I'm tired of running."

He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, and for the first time, she saw the promise in his gaze. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He'd protect her, no matter the cost.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet of the night. The weight of their reality was still there, looming in the background, but for now, it didn't matter.

Eventually, Y/N broke the silence. "So, what now? We run off into the sunset together? Live happily ever after?" She smirked, but there was an edge to her voice.

Noir shook his head. That wasn't how their story worked. It never would be.

"I figured," she said, sighing. "But at least we have tonight." She looked up at him, her expression softening. "Stay with me."

He nodded, and that was all the answer she needed.

For the rest of the night, they stayed together, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. It wasn't perfect, and it sure as hell wasn't safe, but it was real. And for now, that was enough.

But deep down, they both knew this wasn't the end. Their story wasn't finished. Not yet.