Number Five Imagines

Flirtation in the Line of Fire

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I love flirty Five :)

Warnings: none

"You know, Hargreeves, you're a real pain in the ass," Y/n said, smirking as she watched Five through the sights of her weapon. They stood in a crumbling warehouse, facing off yet again. Dust motes floated lazily through the dim beams of light filtering from shattered windows above.

"And you're one hell of a distraction," Five shot back, eyes narrowed. Despite the tension, a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "Even if you're absolutely sexy, I still have to ruin your pretty face."

Y/n's laugh echoed through the space. "Careful, Five. I might think you're flirting with me." She adjusted her stance, readying herself for the inevitable clash.

"Think? Darling, I'm definitely flirting with you," Five replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.

They launched into action simultaneously. Five blinked, appearing behind Y/n in an instant. But Y/n, ever the skilled agent, anticipated his move. She whirled around, her kick narrowly missing Five's face as he ducked.

"Close, but not close enough" Five teased, using his ability to teleport across the room, evading her swift strikes.

Y/n pursued him with relentless energy, a mix of professional dedication and playful banter driving their confrontation. "Come on, Hargreeves. Are you going to dance around all day or actually fight?"

Five disappeared again, reappearing right beside Y/n. "Why not both?" He grabbed her arm, attempting to pin her, but she twisted out of his grasp with a skillful maneuver.

"Impressive," he admitted, slightly breathless.

"I do my best," Y/n replied, equally winded but grinning. "You're not too bad yourself, for an old man."

"I'm still in my prime," Five retorted, launching a series of attacks that Y/n blocked with surprising agility.

Their sparring continued, a blur of movement and witty remarks. Despite the intensity, it was clear they were both holding back, more interested in the thrill of the encounter than causing actual harm. Y/n ducked under Five's swing, using her momentum to sweep his legs out from under him. He hit the ground but rolled quickly to avoid her follow-up strike.

"You've got to try harder than that," she taunted, offering him a hand to help him up. He took it, but instead of pulling himself up, he yanked her down beside him.

"Got you," Five said, pinning her beneath him. They were close, too close, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with something more than just combat.

"Looks like you win this round," Y/n said, her voice softer, eyes locked with his. "But I'll get you next time."

Five opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, the sound of a briefcase whirring into life interrupted them.

"Damn it," Y/n muttered, looking over at the device on the ground nearby. "Duty calls."

Five's expression darkened, but he helped her to her feet. "Always the Commission."

Y/n nodded, brushing herself off. "You know how it is. Can't keep the bosses waiting." She picked up her briefcase, glancing back at Five. "But don't worry, Handsome. I see you again." With a final, playful wink, she pressed a button on the briefcase, and in a flash of blue light, she was gone.

Y/n appeared in the sterile, cold environment of The Commission headquarters. Agents bustled around, barely giving her a second glance as she made her way to her assigned desk. The stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled encounters with Five made her sigh with a mix of frustration and longing.

"Y/n, report," a stern voice barked from behind her. She turned to see her superior, Mr. Carmichael, a no-nonsense agent with a penchant for strict adherence to protocol.

"Encountered Hargreeves. Neutralized threat," she replied curtly, trying to keep her tone professional despite the flicker of excitement that lingered from her recent bout with Five.

"Good. Keep it that way," Mr. Carmichael said, nodding approvingly before moving on.

Y/n exhaled, leaning back in her chair. Despite the routine of her day-to-day life at The Commission, her thoughts kept drifting back to Five. Their encounters were dangerous, exhilarating, and oddly captivating. And even though their paths often clashed, she couldn't deny the strange thrill she felt every time they met.

The next time Five and Y/n crossed paths, it was in a bustling city square. People moved around them, oblivious to the invisible war being waged between the Commission and those who defied them. Five spotted Y/n first, her silhouette familiar against the backdrop of modern architecture.

"Fancy meeting you here," he called out, catching her attention.

Y/n turned, a smile spreading across her face. "Five. What a surprise. I thought you'd be hiding somewhere safe."

"I don't do hiding," he retorted, closing the distance between them. "Besides, I was hoping to see you again."

"Is that so?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "And here I thought you were just trying to avoid getting caught."

"Why would I avoid you?" Five's voice was a mix of sincerity and mischief. "You're the highlight of my week."

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Hargreeves."

"Not even a little?" he asked, stepping closer. The crowd moved around them, a sea of faces and voices that seemed to fade into the background.

"Maybe a little," Y/n admitted, her smile softening. "But I still have a job to do."

"And I still have to stop you," Five said, his expression turning serious. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the process."

Before Y/n could reply, the sound of sirens and commotion erupted nearby. Both turned towards the source of the noise, their senses on high alert.

"Looks like our time's up," Y/n said, readying her weapon.

"Until next time," Five replied, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer before he blinked away, disappearing into the chaos.

Back at The Commission, Y/n found herself thinking more and more about her encounters with Five. Each time they fought, there was a connection, a spark that made the conflicts seem less like battles and more like a dance. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they ever found themselves on the same side.

As she prepared for her next mission, her mind drifted back to Five's last words. "Enjoy the process." Maybe, just maybe, there was something to be said for finding moments of joy, even in the midst of duty.

And somewhere, in the chaos of time and missions, there was a part of her that looked forward to their next encounter. Because even in the line of fire, there was a thrill, a connection, and a flirtation that made the fight worth it.

"See you again, handsome," she whispered to herself, a smile playing on her lips as she disappeared into the mission ahead.