Agent Holland | AU

Chapter One

"The CIA has spoken out about the missing Agent that disappeared almost 4 years ago with no trace left behind. Everyone needs to maintain vigilance, this agent might have resurfaced. He is armed and dangerous. If you see this man, please contact the CIA right away." The newswoman said, as the Director's hand pressed a button on the remote to pause the tv.

"Are we sure it's him?" Agent Hugh addressed the group of agents, his face showing disbelief at the report.

"Yes, Agent Hugh, I'm sure. He looked the same, except his build was more defined and his hair was longer." Y/n appeared from the crowd, her gaze fixed on the much taller Agent from across the room.

"How would you know it's him for sure, Agent? Your eyes could be playing tricks on you."

"You don't think I would recognize my ex-partner and boyfriend, Agent? You're welcome to dismiss my findings, if it makes you feel better. But when I bring him in, I'll have Agent Sullivan take a picture of your expression when you realize I was right the whole time."

"Okay, Agents, settle down." The director said as everyone turned to him. "Agent Y/n will be overseeing the investigation. She can choose to recruit a team or go alone."

"I'd rather go alone."

"Not a surprise." Agent Hugh rolled his eyes at the young Agent's reply.

"Agent Hugh, please." The Agent's attention was adverted to the Director's as he continued. "We need to bring him in. Don't be afraid to use force. Any means necessary, do you understand?"

"Yes, Director. Understood."

—

The young man's hands fiddled with the passports in his hands, all displaying the same picture with a different name.

"Who the fuck am I?" The whisper slipped his lips as he kept rummaging through the small bank safe.

Files were uncovered as he placed them aside before he noticed the stack of bills and two black handguns.

"Holy shit."

Without thinking, he stuffed everything into his bag and closed the box. Shooting the man on the other side of the room a smile, he turned on his heel and left, heading straight to the house registered in his name, which he had found days before.

He kept his head low, the snapback on his head was low enough to cover his face as he kept walking. When he reached his home, he unlocked it without missing a beat and emptied out the contents of the bag on his marble table.

His brown eyes marveled over the contents, as he looked at the stacks of bills, passports, and handguns.

"Why the hell would I have guns and so many passports?" He asked himself before opening one of the many files and starting to read.

—

"Hi, excuse me, have you seen this man?" Y/n held a photograph up to the bank employee as he nodded.

"He was here 15 minutes ago."

"Where did he go?" The employee pointed to the left as she smiled and left, heading in the direction she was told.

Her footsteps never faltered as she noticed her surroundings seemed familiar. Grabbing her GPS that had been installed by the Director, she let it drop to the floor before crushing it with her foot and cutting all communications with the headquarters.

"Now, to find him."

—

The brunette put the last file down as he sighed, pressing the palms of his hands on his face. He had gotten through all 5 files, giving him all the information he needed to know about himself.

"Okay, so I was a CIA Agent. My name is Tom Holland, no, Thomas Stanley Holland, but I go by Tom Holland. I have 3 younger brothers: Paddy, Sam, and Harry, a blue Staffy named Tessa, and my parents, Dom and Nicki. I went missing 4 years ago, and my partner's name is Y/n Y/l/n."

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts, as he grabbed the gun from the table as a reflex, putting it in the waistband of his jeans and getting up. Silently, he made his way to the door, one hand on the handle of the gun and the other in front of him.

His hand gripped the doorknob, turning it slightly and peering through the crack visible.

"Tom?" Her voice was strong, as she locked eye contact with him.

"Who are you?" He asked, looking at her, as she sadly smiled and shook her head.

"Do you really not recognize me?" No answer came from him before she started to lightly push the door open.

He didn't keep her out. Something inside of him knew that she was a good person, someone he knew very well, he just couldn't recognize her. She walked in, firm footsteps, as he closed the door behind her.

Without a second glance, she turned, a gun in her hand, pointed directly at him. He didn't miss a beat, and mirrored her stance, a gun in his hand, pointed at her.

"Wow, so you haven't changed." she chuckled lightly before one hand let go of the gun, now in the air, and in one motion, she put the gun away. "I'm not going to hurt you, Tom."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things about you, Holland."

As if on instinct, he put the gun away before walking back to the couch, as she followed him, sitting right in front of him, on the small, velvet loveseat.

"I can't believe you kept the seat. You used to tell me you hated it."

"Who are you and why are you here?" He asked her, as they locked eye contact.

"Tom, I know you might not recognize me, hopefully, you do, but I'm here to help you."

"Help me how? I'm not in any danger." He replied, a light chuckle coming from his lips.

"You're in a hell of a lot more danger than you think, Tom." She said, fear laced with slight confidence, as he gulped nervously. "You're a wanted man, Holland."

"Can you help me?"

"That's why I'm here. I'm your last resort, Tom, so either you're in or out. What do you say?"

He was silent, her words ringing through his ears before he nodded, eye contact locked with the young woman in front of him.

"I'm in."

"Alright, let's get to work." She said with a smile, as he only nodded nervously.

This was not what he was expecting at all.