Imagine Book 2

The Perfect Distraction- Ada Wong (Resident Evil) Pt. 2~ Kisses and Crossfire

As requested by Legend 117! Male Y/N

The abandoned warehouse echoed with the soft click of Ada's heels as she carefully navigated between rusted machinery, each step measured and deliberate. The air carried the faint scent of oil and decay, mingling with the metallic tang of anticipation. In her ear, Y/N's voice crackled to life, his tone low and deliberately provocative.

"See anything interesting yet?" he teased.

Ada rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Depends on your definition of interesting. Right now, it's mostly dust and tetanus potential."

"Sounds romantic," Y/N chuckled. "Need me to sweep you off your feet?"

"I'd rather you sweep the perimeter," she retorted, though her tone carried no real sharpness. "We're supposed to be tracking the bioweapon shipment, not planning our next date."

Y/N's laugh was warm, comforting in the tense silence of the warehouse. "Why not both?"

Their mission was typical of their line of work—a high-stakes retrieval of stolen experimental research that, in the wrong hands, could unleash catastrophic consequences. The remnants of the Umbrella Corporation seemed determined to leave behind a legacy of chaos, and Ada Wong was equally determined to stop them.

Ada paused by a stack of shipping containers, her crimson dress stark against the dull industrial grey around her. Her practised eyes scanned the dimly lit expanse. "Southeast corner is clear. Your status?"

"Almost done with the northwest section," Y/N replied. "Though we really need to discuss your definition of 'appropriate mission attire.'"

She could hear the grin in his voice and smirked in return. "This dress has gotten me into—and out of—more secure facilities than you've had hot meals."

"Fair point," Y/N conceded. A pause followed before he added, "Still thinking about getting you out of it, though."

"Focus," Ada warned, though there was no heat in her voice.

The first sign of trouble came with a subtle shift in the warehouse's acoustics—a faint, almost imperceptible sound of movement. Ada's hand instinctively went to her weapon, the motion fluid and precise from years of experience.

"We've got company," she murmured.

"How many?" Y/N's playful tone evaporated, replaced by sharp professionalism.

"Three... no, four. Heavily armed. Looks like mercenary gear, not Umbrella standard issue," she replied, her voice low and controlled.

"Competitors?" Y/N's voice was nearly a whisper, already moving into position.

"Possibly. Someone else wants that research." Ada slipped into the shadows, taking cover behind a large container. She checked her pistol, its weight a familiar comfort. "Think you can create a distraction?"

"My speciality," he replied.

The first explosion was both deafening and mesmerizing. A carefully placed charge sent a shower of metal fragments and debris into the air, drawing immediate attention. Shouts echoed in the warehouse, sharp and urgent, in a language Ada recognized as Eastern European.

"Not bad," she remarked, using the chaos to reposition herself.

Y/N's chuckle came through the comms. "Getting soft in your old age?"

"I'll show you soft," Ada muttered. With a quick motion, she emerged from cover, her weapon barking twice. Two mercenaries dropped before they could react, their movements jerky and uncoordinated.

Another explosion rocked the building, shaking loose rust and dust from the high metal beams. "How many left?" Y/N asked, his tone calm but focused.

"Two. Maybe three," Ada replied, ducking as a burst of gunfire peppered her previous position. "Someone's feeling trigger-happy."

Moments later, Y/N materialized beside her, his movements silent and calculated. Despite the situation, he pressed close, his presence grounding her in the chaos. His cologne mixed with the acrid scent of gunpowder, creating a juxtaposition that was both comforting and disarming.

"Hi," he said casually, as if bullets weren't flying around them.

Ada raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Without warning, Y/N leaned in and kissed her—a quick, fiery kiss that stole her breath. Before she could react, he pulled away, his focus already on checking his weapon.

"Love you," he said simply, the words grounding her more effectively than anything else.

"I'm going to kill you," she replied, though her voice was more fond than threatening.

The remaining mercenaries regrouped, their gunfire becoming more systematic and deliberate. Ada and Y/N exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding forged through countless missions together.

"We need to secure that research," Ada said, slipping back into mission mode. "You take left, I'll take right?"

Y/N grinned, his confidence unwavering. "Classic divide and conquer?"

"Works every time."

What followed was a coordinated assault that could have been choreographed. Y/N moved like a phantom, his every step calculated to disrupt and dismantle. Explosions and precise shots forced their enemies to scatter. Ada was elegance in motion, her red dress a blur as she moved between cover, taking out targets with precision.

They regrouped briefly behind a stack of crates. Their breath mingled in the confined space, tension crackling between them. Y/N stole another kiss, his hands bracketing her face.

"We're absolutely not telling anyone about this," Ada murmured, her lips brushing his.

"About what?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "The mission or the kissing?"

"Both."

Their moment was interrupted by a sharp volley of gunfire. The final mercenary fell to Ada's shot, the warehouse falling into an eerie silence broken only by the soft clinking of spent casings.

"Package secure?" Y/N asked, already moving toward the research container.

Ada reloaded her pistol with practised ease. "Affirmative. Though I imagine the extraction team will have plenty to say about our methods."

Y/N stepped close, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His eyes searched hers, his expression unreadable. "Worth it?"

She looked at him, noting the light bruise forming on his cheek, the wear in his tactical gear, and the undeniable spark of life in his eyes.

"Absolutely," she said, pulling him into another kiss, this one slow and deliberate. For a brief moment, the world outside their bubble of warmth ceased to exist. The research case, their mission, the dangers—they all faded into the background.

When they pulled apart, Y/N's grin was infectious. "So. Dinner?"

Ada laughed, the sound surprising even to her. It was genuine, a rare moment of unguarded joy. "After we deliver the package. And debrief. And maybe get patched up."

"Such a romantic," Y/N teased, falling into step beside her as they made their way toward the exit.

"You love me," Ada replied, her tone light.

"That I do," he agreed without hesitation. "That I absolutely do."

As they stepped outside, the first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, painting the world in soft hues of pink and gold. The stolen research case sat securely in Y/N's hands, a testament to another mission completed. The tension of the night dissipated in the gentle morning light, leaving behind a sense of quiet satisfaction.

It was another day in the lives of Ada Wong and her partner—dangerous, unpredictable, and undeniably thrilling. But for now, it was enough. Together, they faced the rising sun, ready for whatever came next.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.