Agent Holland | AU

Chapter Two

They were sitting, facing each other on opposite sides of the couch. Their gaze remained locked on each other as silence surrounded them.

"Before we get into details, who are you?" he asked her, determined to finally find out who the mystery girl sitting in front of him was.

She smiled, leaning forward and grabbing the open file before she turned it and pointed at the picture, a perfect mirrored image of her. "You should know by now, you were reading my file."

"Y/N Y/L/N. That's why you sounded so familiar and why I didn't shoot you." he answered without missing a beat before he locked eye contact with her.

"Yeah. We were partners in the CIA from the moment we started. I remember how pissed you were when you found out you had to partner up with a newbie, even though you were one too." she chuckled at the memory, as he suddenly had a flashback, one of the exact moment she was describing.

Tom walked into the CIA headquarters, exciting nerves running through his body as he looked around. He had made it. He was there.

The Director, a tall man with silver hair and green eyes came up to him and shook his hand, welcoming him to the top agency in the world, assuring him that he had chosen the right line of work.

"So, Mr. Holland, we will be pairing you up with another agent who, what a surprise, her first day is also today."

"What?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion at his statement.

"Hi, Y/N Y/L/N." he tilted his head, looking at the young woman with her hand extended out in front of her in an attempt to shake his hand.

"Why the fuck am I paired with her?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Holland, I didn't know being a woman was a low standard for a partner. You're stuck with me, you asshole." she shot back, a smirk on her face before she disappeared, her fists tight and arms to her sides.

He watched her leave, her footsteps never faltering before she rounded the corner and disappeared from his sight. He sighed, his hands coming up to massage his temples before he realized what he had said.

"Oh fuck, I'm in some deep shit now."

"I.. I remember." she looked up, surprised to see the words spill from his lips.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I remember what I said to you and what I said afterwards when you left." he chuckled lightly before looking up at her and repeating his words, "Oh fuck, I'm in some deep shit now."

She laughed loudly, now recalling the moment he shared that with her when they had been lounging in one of the many hotel rooms. She had a smile on her face as his accent made his words more prominent, now remembering everything about their relationship, as agents, and as young adults.

"God, I missed that laugh." he said before his eyes widened. "I-I don't know why I said that, I'm so sorry. It just spilled from my lips."

"It's okay, Tom. They are your old habits, they'll come back to you every once in awhile. This is going to happen a lot, okay?" he nodded, as she continued to explain how his amnesia was affecting his memory and how, over the next few days, he could be saying or remembering things he used to do. "Basically, everything will come back like muscle memory. That's why, when I held the gun up to you, you mirrored me. That was your muscle memory, it was triggered from all the memories of being an agent over the last 5 years."

"That's why I picked up the gun with no difficulty earlier. It all makes sense now."

Throughout the rest of the day, she devoted it to helping him remember certain memories that were important. When he didn't recall, he made him do a cognitive interview, in which she used all his senses to bring back a distant memory or one that had been lost in his mind. It worked for most memories, and others would just have to come back themselves. It was a matter of time, and somethings, you just couldn't speed up, no matter how much you wanted to.

"Agent Hugh, I'm appointing you the new leader of the case." the director sighed sadly before turning back to David, the technician at the CIA. "Were you able to bring communication back?"

"No, sir, unfortunately all communications with Agent Y/n was compromised. We can't get the signal back, no matter how much we try." David said, as he continued to look through street light cameras in search of the rogue Agent. "Wait, I found her!"

The Director looked up at one of the monitors, seeing black and white footage of his most prized Agent as she grabbed the GPS from her blouse and crushed it under her foot before disappearing into an alley and out of sight.

"So, it wasn't an accident." he sighed, before turning to Agent Hugh and appointing him a new task, "Call a press conference. We need to get the word out."

"The CIA have now informed us that they are not only looking for Agent Tom Holland, but Agent Y/N Y/L/N as well. They are both armed and dangerous. If you see them, do not approach, they will act on any form of contact. If spotted, please call the CIA right away, and help bring them in. They are a threat, not only to our country, but the government as well."

Y/n and Tom watched the conference, as they sighed before Y/n got up and flung a pen straight at the screen.

"Fuck!" she shouted angrily, before she stormed off towards the balcony, overlooking the street.

"Y/n, it's gonna be okay, I promise. They can't find us, remember? This is my safe house, I never shared it with anyone in the government or friends. The only people who know about this place is you and I. We're safe, darling." he walked behind her body, his hands rubbing up and down her arms in a comforting manner as she leaned back against his toned torso.

"You're remembering again."

"What?"

She turned and smiled up at him. "You used to call me darling when I was feeling stressed and rub your hands on my arms to calm me down."

"I'm glad I'm slowly coming back to my old self."

She nodded along to his words, before wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest, as his arms circled her waist. His head was nuzzled in her hair, her soft strawberry shampoo scent tickled his nose, as he smiled and swayed their bodies lightly. Her grip loosened, as she looked up at him, before he took her inside and lead her to the only bedroom in the house.

"You need to rest. We've had a long day and we need energy for tomorrow." he said softly before she nodded and ruffled through his drawers, pulling out a long black shirt and her extra pair of shorts. Throwing the clothes on the bed, she proceeded to undress, as he did the same. When they had turned back, she was wearing his shirt and shorts, her socks thrown off her feet before she got under the covers of the warm bed.

With his bare torso exposed, he tied the waistband of his sweats before laying next to her, his arms coming around her waist and pulling her body close to his.

It was quiet for a couple minutes, their soft breathing echoing in the room before she spoke up, "Tom?"

"Yes, love?"

"Will you protect me?"

Unbeknownst to her, at her words, Tom had proceeded to get a flashback, one of her saying this phrase at her worst moment, one where she was completely fragile, her brave and strong persona collapsing in front of his very own eyes. Ignoring the memory, he nodded and smiled, cradling her body closer to his.

"With my life, darling."