To Be, Or Not To Be|| SPY X FAMILY

Anya||Intel

Fortunately, all good things come to an end. And so did my comeback at Eden—though it turned out more normal than I expected. Everyone was charming everyone else, putting on their best faces and aiming far beyond their own standards.

"Damian told you he likes you?" Agent Twilight repeated for what had to be the millionth time.

I nodded.

"And... as more than just a friend?"

Another nod.

"And you said—?"

"I said I'd think about it," I sighed, leaning back into the couch and crossing my legs. "What about it?"

He blinked at me in utter disbelief and then shot me a deadpan look.

"I'm not dying—" I began, arms folding across my chest.

"Sure. You're as lively as ever," he muttered dryly.

"Poor attempt at humor."

"Mm. Whatever. Looks like we'll need a new method of intel collection—"

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

"Excused," he replied, not missing a beat, continuing his sermon on "factual leads" and "evidence trails" like some kind of broken robot. My usually shabby coffee table was now cluttered with papers and files. Names, locations, and surveillance photos shot from the creepiest angles imaginable were strewn across it.

I picked up one of the photos—a blurry shot of Damian where his head looked like an inverted cone. "Everything looks warped..."

Twilight ignored me and droned on. I cut him off mid-sentence.

"We're trying to catch the bad guys, right?"

He gave me a look like I'd watched a video tape on lions and somehow missed the fact they live in packs. "Yes. So—?"

"So why not go along with it?" I said, growing more impatient by the second. The last thing I wanted was to drag this already sluggish mission with him, of all people.

"Go along with what?"

For W.I.S.E's best, he's pretty damn stupid.

"Dating Damian," I said bluntly. "He's our in. You asked me to get close, to gather intel—he's one of our prime suspects for some weird-ass world domination conspiracy—"

"No swearing—"

"Shut up," I scoffed, "You want the intel? This is how we get it. He loves me, he said so. You don't think I could get him to spill something?"

"That's not what I meant." he interrupted me again and I had to ignore the urge to roll my eyes at him and try to throw him across the room.

I don't want you making the same mistakes.

"Right, why would you ever..." I mumbled to myself,

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

He leaned forward, serious. "Look. We won't get a second chance like this. But—"

"But nothing," I snapped. "Say whatever you want, Twilight. I don't care. I'm doing this my way. You want results? Accept it. Otherwise—I'm off this mission."

Without waiting for a response, I stood and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

A beat.

Then I walked back in, still fuming. I awkwardly flailed my arms around "This is my apartment."

He sighed. Loudly. It was hard to tell whether he was equally annoyed or amused. He thought about things for a bit before nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But if I find another way, you're not going down this path."

"Deal," I said, flopping back onto the sofa.

He hesitated.

"What now?" I asked, exasperated.

"Nothing. Just... take care."

"Can you go?" I waved a hand at him. "I need to catch the next episode of Spy Wars."

He stood, brushing off his coat and adjusting his hat. "Right."

"See ya," I muttered, grabbing a bowl of peanuts and tossing one into my mouth.

He didn't respond. Just turned and walked out the door.