Cigarettes. (Bottom!Vanoss oneshots)

Secret agent

Is it wrong to spy on someone when all you're doing is trying to protect them? It's not strange, it's just safety protocols, and nothing more. Right?

Mr T. Wilde's job -–

Target: Evan Fong

Goal: Protect the student and the chemical substance

Rule: Don't make contact, don't give away position..... Don't fall in love with him

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Evan Fong, a smart and intuitive student from college had unintentionally concocted a powerful chemical formula in which would give man inhuman powers, of course if the public were to get word of this, people with bad intentions would want to get their hands on his discovery to grow powerful and rich. And that is why Mr Wilde was hired; to look after him in secret by the government. Mr Wilde would be lying if he said he didn't grow to have affection for the man, he was smart, gifted, and had the most wonderful smile that the secrete agent had ever seen. He wanted to one day speak to the man, even if he must stay professional and not let him know he was there he'll break the law. How he wished to know this man and not just be some watchmen for the government. For months now he has been looking and watching over Evan and his formula day by day, night by night. But that was all about to change.

Mr Wilde was out in the city, sitting in his black Lamborghini with tinted windows as he watched Evan from afar, seeing him leave a bar. From what Mr Wilde could see, Evan had gotten into a bar fight from the bruises to the cuts, and could tell by the way he was walking with his hands in his pockets. Evan pulled out his ear buds and plugged both into his ears as he walked down the sidewalk. Mr Wilde could still see Evan in his rear view mirror when a hand from an alleyway grabbed Evan's arm and roughly pulled him in. Mr Wilde jumped out of his Lamborghini, taking out his gun from his holster and ran after him. Mr Wilde held the gun out with his finger on the trigger as he quietly ran after them, searching out for Evan and the mystery person. "Leave me alone, I don't have the formula! It's not written down!" For the first time Mr Wilde heard the Canasian man speak, his voice echoing through out the alleyway. Evan sounded terrified, pushing the secret agent on to find him. Mr Wilde found them at a dead end, the man was holding a knife to Evan's neck, fortunately the suspect hadn't noticed Mr Wilde standing there until Evan noticed him.

Mr Wilde had put the barrel of the gun to the middle of the man's head. "Let him go." He growled, pressing the barrel of his handgun even harder against the man's head. The man slowly moved away from Evan, who had his back pressed against the brick wall, looking between Mr Wilde and the man who attacked him. "Put down the weapon on the ground, nice and slow." Mr Wilde said with an authoritative tone. The man had bent down to place the knife on the grown slowly and rigidly before whipping around and stabbing Mr Wilde in his leg, who instinctively shot at the man and hit him in the shoulder before dropping to take a knee. "Son of a—-" Mr Wilde cursed quietly as he yanked out the knife and hobbled onto his feet, trying his best to avoid putting too much pressure on the wounded one.

Mr Wilde felt someone put their arm around him and under his arm. He looked to see the Canasian man standing there, looking back at him. "Are you able to move? Let's get out of here." He said softly, helping Mr Wilde out of the alleyway. "Get me to my car, it's the black Lamborghini over there across the street... it's... it's much too dangerous to walk home alone so I'll give you a ride to your home." Mr Wilde said as they made it to the street. "Are you sure you can drive with your leg? I owe you my life for saving me back there, why don't we get you to a hospital first." Evan said while helping Mr Wilde into the passenger side of the Lamborghini before going around the front, getting into the drivers seat before Mr Wilde handed him the car keys.

Putting the Lamborghini into ignition, the engine roaring to life before Evan put his foot onto the gas pedal, driving back to his neighborhood. "Are you okay, Mr Fong?" The agent asked out of the blue, confusing Evan for a moment before he chuckled lightly. "I should be asking you that, you're the one with the knife wound in the leg." Mr Wilde shook his head, chuckling as well. "I've had worse, put 4 ribs out of alignment from a car crash, painful shit to get fixed." He sighed, watching the street lights fly by as the sun disappeared behind the mountains. The rest of ride was quiet except for the soft hum of the car's motor and the periodic sound of another car driving past them, going the opposite direction. Evan pulled up a block away from his house, not wanting this mysterious man to find out where he lived, in case he wanted to get his hands on the formula too. "Alright, this is my place, want help out, uh...?" Evan asked, turning towards the agent who was smirking a little. "Just call me Mr Wilde, and I hope you know we're still a block away from your house, Mr Fong, you're wearing all black and it's dark out. We should just go to your driveway, it'd be easier." Evan was shocked that he knew what he was trying to do, scaring him a little.

Evan breathed out uneasily, his face pressed into a hard expression. "H-how do you know where I live?" The Canasian man asked. "I have my reasons to do my job." Mr Wilde answered emotionlessly. Evan went quiet after that, stopping the Lamborghini and turning off the engine before turning towards the mysterious man. "Who are you, really?" Evan asked with a serious tone in his voice. Mr Wilde debated answering that, since he has almost broken all the code of law in his job anyways. "Well, let's just say I'm someone who has been hired to protect you and your discovery from getting into the wrong hands." The agent answered with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "So, a secret agent?" Evan tilted his head to the side with an eyebrow raised. Mr Wilde nodded his head as Evan got out of the Lamborghini, coming around the front to help the agent out. "So, are you just gonna hang around watching me like a hawk everyday?" He asked, to which Mr Wilde shook his head sadly as he stood up carefully. "Unfortunately, now that you know who I am and what my job is, I have to be resigned. So this will the be the last time I'll ever see you." Mr Wilde tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as looked down at his slightly blood caked dress shoes. "Well, why don't you just quit?" Evan suggested.

"No, then I wouldn't be able to protect you undercover like I do now." The agent shook his head again, frowning and closing his eyes. Mr Wilde only opened his eyes again when he felt a pair of soft lips on his. "Well, you don't need all this fancy shit to protect me and my research, you could just stay here with me." The man with honey coloured eyes said as he pulled away with a small smile. "I... I would like that, a lot." Mr Wilde said, trying to keep from stuttering. "I'm glad to hear that, Mr Wilde." Evan said cheerfully as he turned to start walking to his front door while fishing his keys out. "Tyler." The now ex-agent said, making the Canasian man stop mid-step before turning around to face him. "Huh?" Evan looked at him with confusion on his face. "My name, it's Tyler, I am pleased to meet you, Evan Fong." Tyler said with a soft smile that took over his usual cold facial expression. Tyler could get used to smiling like this, only if it was because of the man standing in front of him.

?????'s POV*

"This is H20 speaking, mission Cupid's Arrow is a success, time to go home boys." A man wearing a blue hoodie and hockey mask said into the small head set he had on, hearing everyone on the other end cheer in reply. "Delirious you dumbass, I can still hear all of you fucks, you pressed the general button and not the direct message button. Idiot." Tyler's voice rattled through the headset as everyone started yelling or laughing at the other man. "Shit." Delirious said, chuckling nervously with a sheepish grin.

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I want to thank Inkedwing for helping me out with this one-shot. All credit goes to them for writing and editing. ^^

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