And Then I Wrote Marvel

Introducing Johnny Reider (x Reader)

This is actually based on a dream that I had. Yeah, my mind works in really strange ways. Shush. This is my SHIELD OC. It's also been recommended to me to make this into a legit book. Your thoughts?

Thankfully, today looked like it was going to be fairly normal. You had gone out for a late breakfast with a few friends and were just returning back to your apartment. It was almost lunch time now, and your husband of a few months was due to be home in maybe half an hour.

Your door was unlocked, but you were a forgetful person; maybe you hadn't locked it in the first place. It was also a possibility that Johnny, your husband, had returned home earlier than expected and had forgotten to lock the door behind him. Either way, you weren't too worried.

Maybe you should have been. That would have at least somewhat prepared you for what would change your life, for better or for worse.

You walked in and hung your keys up on their hook in the doorway. Johnny's keys weren't there, so it appeared that you had just forgotten to lock the door on your way out. It wasn't like you really had anything valuable in your apartment, so you couldn't really care less. You took your shoes off and set your purse on the counter.

What should have tipped you off to something being wrong was the cup in the sink. You hated leaving the house with anything in there, so it didn't make sense that there was one in there. You checked your stash of hot chocolate powder packets, and found that you only had one left. You'd left the house with two left.

You laughed. "Thief got in, made himself some hot chocolate, and left, huh? Sounds like something I would do."

Johnny worked nearby, a fifteen minute walk at the most from your apartment building. He came home for lunch mostly every day, which put you in a very contented state. You two were like soul mates, even though you didn't really believe in that sort of thing. You operated on the same wavelength. One could pop out some obscure quote, and the other could finish it on a moment's notice. It was a little scary sometimes.

You decided on grilled cheese for lunch today. You didn't really mind having lunch ready for him when he got back. He didn't take it for granted at all, in fact, if you weren't quite finished, he'd insist on completely taking over, and if you spaced it or weren't feeling well one day, he'd take it entirely upon himself. Just as long as the two of you ate together, you were both happy.

You had just taken the last sandwich off the pan and turned the stove off when you were grabbed from behind. A rough hand covered your mouth, and you did the first thing you could think of; backwards head butted your attacker. He grunted in pain, and you knew that it wasn't Johnny. His voice didn't sound like that. Plus, he didn't generally grunt, he said something along the lines of "Dang!" or "Woah!"

You aimed a solid kick between the man's legs and made a run for it. As you ran down the hall, you heard him yell through what you could guess was some kind of walkie talkie, "She's coming your way, Tripper!"

Great, he wasn't the only one. You couldn't stand to wait for the painfully slow elevator, so you dashed down the stairs. Reason kicked in for a brief second, and you slowed down. If there was someone looking for you, you didn't want to appear that you were waiting to be caught. You had to blend in.

Luckily, there were a few other people down in the lobby. You walked out the front doors, smiling at a young man that you thought you recognized. You planned to meet Johnny halfway as he came back, but that was foiled as that same young man grabbed your arm and turned you around.

He must have been practiced in the art of not looking noticeable, because he made it look like he was escorting you kindly back to your apartment. Your mind raced with thoughts of how to get out of this situation. "The more you struggle, the more your death will hurt," the man you assumed was Tripper whispered.

He pushed you onto the elevator, and you took the moment of solitude to ask, "How do nice boys like you end up as messed up as this?"

He slammed your head into the wall, and you saw stars as you fell to your knees. "Never you mind."

You'd had a feeling that this would happen for a while, given who you and Johnny were and how you had met. You just thought that you would be better prepared. It had been too long since you'd seen action, and your reflexes were too slow. It was infuriating, compared to what you'd been. You had worked so hard to have a fight over flight response, but here you were, back to normal.

You brought your hand to your head and felt a bump forming already. As you pretended to keep tending to it, you slipped out your earring, a small turtle. You had several pairs of these, both because they were your favorite and they served a special purpose.

"Quit babying," the man commanded, and jerked you up to your feet. He didn't notice as you crushed the earring between your heel and the floor.

The elevator let you out on the eighth floor, and you entered into apartment 8105. He shoved you forward, and a third man kicked you behind your left knee, sending you to the floor once again. You were oriented now so that your left side faced the door.

That rough hand from just minutes earlier secured itself in your hair and pulled your head back. The cold metal of a gun pressed against your head. So this is how it would end.

"It took us too long to locate you, Ms. (L/N)."

"It's Reider, now."

"Reider? As in--"

"Agent? Who else could it possibly be?"

"No matter. This mission was for you, and it will be finished without the difficulty expected. Look at what marriage has done to you, (Y/N). You used to be famed for taking out 15 fully trained agents 3 times your size. Today, you were taken down by 3 men, 2 in training."

You don't have to rub it in, you thought. "I've turned it into a husband/wife trust exercise," you covered for the 5 months of inactivity.

"That's cute. Do you have any other last words? Those are pretty lame ones."

You thought for a moment. "Nah. You?"

He bent down to whisper in your ear. You could smell his stake breath. "Hail HYDRA."

You truly began to fear for your life as you felt his hand shift just the slightest bit as he prepared to pull the trigger.

Bang!

A shot rang out through the apartment.

Bang!

And another.

Bang!

And another.

"We don't say those words under our roof," Johnny stated blankly, gun in hand. Then he noticed his wife's condition.

You lay limp on the linoleum tile floor. "(Y/N)!" Johnny called to you, frantic. "No, please!" He placed fingers on your neck, feeling for a pulse.

You felt that. "Wait a second," you said, confused. "I'm not dead, look at that!"

"No, no you're not. Thank the heavens for that." He pulled you up to your feet and into a tight hug.

"What can I say? You're just--" Johnny cut you off with a sweet kiss to your lips. Physically, it was just like every other he gave you when he got home every day, but emotionally, it was so much more than that. You understood that you weren't the only one fearing for your life seconds ago. "--too fast for those HYDRA idiots," you finished.

"Don't scare me like that ever again, (Y/N) Reider."

"If I can at least train with SHIELD again, it won't even be an issue," you hinted. You missed your life at SHIELD, but not as much as you would miss life here. A little of both would be fine. "How about this?" you offered, picking up the still-warm plate of grilled cheese. "We'll discuss it over lunch."

"Sounds like a deal, Darling Dear."

The two of you sat down at your small dining table. Johnny was the first to take a bite of his sandwich.

"Did you hear that they're going to remodel the apartment building?" you asked him.

We're definitely going to see more of Johnny Reider. Go check him out in my book, "Project Infinity."