Turn around Bright Eyes...

Benji x Reader

You were sat in a restaurant in the middle of London with Ethan, Benji and some English MI5 agent called Ilsa. Sounds lovely right?

Wrong.

Benji, your fiancé of ten years, had been hooked up to some kind of bomb making him the personification of a living weapon. Currently Lane, the leader of the Syndicate, was speaking to Ethan through Benji which made you really angry but also very nervous as you knew what Benji could be like.

"I'll transfer this money if you let Benji go" Ethan lied, desperately trying to get Benji free. It wasn't for his own benefit, Ethan was adamant he wanted Benji to live so you would stop squeezing his hand and not cause a global disaster if Benji was killed.

"You think money will make me stop my plans? I know what you're doing, you're trying to get Mr Dunn back for beautiful (Y/N) there, I think you better hurry up. Even I can see her shaking" Lane said through Benji.

"Money. Codes. Anything. Just let my friend go" Ethan almost sounded like he was begging and you could see a pleading look shining in his eyes.

"No can do I'm afraid. This bomb is going to go off unless you hand me Miss Faust and show how serious I am I'm going to prove a point. One of my men has a knife, one has a gun and one has a lethal dose of potassium chloride, they have all been ordered to kill your darling (Y/N) here. Choose wisely on how she will die" Lane/Benji hissed and you paled, it was one thing hearing that someone was going to kill you, it was another hearing your fiancé saying that someone was coming to kill you.

"Ethan-" You began to say to Ethan before said man cut in.

"(Y/N), RUN!"

You stood up and bolted for the opposite side of the restaurant but it was no use, you were surrounded by the three men who were supposed to kill you. Swearing under you breath you went to grab your gun just as you felt a sharp kick to the side, hissing you elbowed the man in the face and watched as the gun went skidding out of his grip, you shot him right between the eyes with your own gun and set of running again. One down, two to go. You saw one of the men pick up the weapon his fallen comrade had dropped and run towards you, having the advantage of not having to run in heels in the pouring rain. He finally caught up to you and shoved you into the nearest wall, shooting a bullet into your upper leg, grinning when you shrieked in pain. He grabbed your arms and placed them above you head, pinning your wrists again the rough bricks as he yanked your only form of protection out of your jacket and flung it away.

"Hello there" He muttered, smirking menacingly, reaching into his pocket to get something.

This is how I'm going to die, in an alleyway in London in the pouring rain.

You shut your eyes, not wanting to see if you were killed by a knife or a needle. You felt something cold press against your neck and you let out a scream. This isn't what you trained for, you weren't even a field agent, just a simple hacker. Sure you knew how to pack a punch but not get out of a situation like this. Just as the sharp point of the weapon pressed against your skin a gunshot rang out, half expecting it to hit you, you opened your eyes to see your attacker laying down on his stomach.

Dead.

With a needle in his hand.

Your head shot upwards, only to see Ethan brandishing a gun. He had saved your life. Choking back a sob you flew into Ethan's arms, tears pouring down your face. The expert agent hugged you back and made sure you were okay which you were, just shaken up from the bullet that went into your leg.

"Where's Benji?" You asked, looking up at Ethan.
"He's gone back to Brandt. Ilsa's around here somewhere looking for the last guy, he's disappeared" Ethan told you and you nodded.
"I'm going to go find Will" You said to Ethan who gave you the gun he was holding.
"Be safe" Was the only reply you got before he dashed away.

You set off walking (hobbling) to the meeting point the team had set up, you knew your way but the feeling of being followed made you jumpy. Every corner you had to turn made your thoughts turn against you.

He's right behind this corner. He's killed Benji. Ethan's been caught. You're going to die. You're aren't going to make it.

"Shut up brain" You muttered to yourself, carefully pacing through the streets.

You made it to the entrance of the meeting place and sneak into the car park like building. You looked around curiously, clutching your arm nervously, trying to find Will and Benji.

"Benji? Will? Where are you?" You yelled.

"Next left" shouted Will's voice.

You followed his directions and saw Will sitting with Benji, both looking at someone on a screen.

"Oh my god! (Y/n)" Benji ran towards you and engulfed you in a hug, freezing when he noticed the blood running down your leg and the bruises already starting to form on your scratched up arms.

"Brandt, have you got the med kit?" He asked the other IMF agent who threw it at him, giving you a nod and a smile.

"Glad you're okay (Y/n)" Will said, turning back to the screen.

Benji checked you over two times more than necessary and wrapped a bandage around your bleeding leg.

"Did Lane hurt you?" You asked Benji, trying to move out of your seat to check him over.

"I'm fine Bright Eyes" He reassured you, using the nickname he made up to talk about you when he was briefly working for the CIA.

You laughed slightly and wrapped him in a hug, wanting the comfort of Benji in the cold British weather.

"If you two are done being lovebirds, I could do with some hackers" Will chimed sarcastically

Being the mature person you are, you stuck out your tongue and limped over to the chair, pushed Will off it and sat down, hacked the computer to see what Lane was doing.

"I found him" You told the pair and Brandt nodded and in turn shoved you out of the chair, only for you to be caught by Benji who scooped you up into his arms and placed you down on a chair gently with a kiss to the head.

The time passed quickly and before long Lane was standing inside a glass box, trapped and drugged like Ethan was previously. You hobbled over to the team, glaring at Lane venomously.

"I see my hit men didn't do their job" He said far too casually.

Benji shot him a cold stare and put his arm around you.

"You should be glad, Benji and Ethan would have killed you" You told him with a smirk.

"Oh I bet"

You slammed your hand on the glass, making everyone jump, and turned up the gas.

"Have fun chocking" You snarled and backed away, feeling satisfied when you heard the 'thump' of him fainting.

The team stood together in silence, waiting for Ethan's next act, you rolled your eyes when you noticed Ilsa and Ethan flirting.

"Turn around Bright Eyes" You heard and spun around to see Benji standing need to a truck, probably the one you were leaving in. He opened the door for you and helped you inside. "We'll get some real medical care for you once we get back, and then I'll challenge you at Call Of Duty"

"But Benji!" You whined "I'm no good at it, we need to play Super Smash Bros. Brawl!"

"But I'm no good at that" He imitated you in a childlike manner.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again. If you two are done being lovebirds, I could do with some hackers" Will huffed, glaring at the pair of you "Plus I'm freezing my balls off, let me in the goddamn truck!"

You snorted climbed in after Benji, purposefully slow and said "Patience is a virtue my darling William" before shutting the door on him.

"Oh for-! ETHAN! BENJI AND (Y/N) ARE BEING A-HOLES!"