Team Weird|Walter Beckett X Reader (Ongoing)

A Task In Los Angeles: Four

(Y/N)

While her mother cursed in frustration, (Y/N) stood there, still quite confused about the whole scene they just witnessed, (the pigeons especially). But the peculiar thing about this whole incident was that nobody seemed injured. Usually, when their missions go wrong they would expect a good dozen or so hunters to be dead.

(Y/N) knew they had some crazy gadgets over at the spy agency, but the 'weapons' she saw the brown-haired male pull out were definitely the craziest she has ever seen. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it was crazy in a good way, she thought.

"I want information about that kid!" Her mother yelled as she attempted to kick a group of pigeons on the road. There was still so much of them, though, most of them flew away.

Brett, a member of their group, rushed off to get a device from a vehicle. He was quite the skinny lad, he lacked confidence and feared (Y/N)'s mother, (Well, really they all feared her). She had gotten aggressive over the years with her new role as side captain.

"I want to know more about them before we keep following, all vehicles must stay on," Her mother added while trying to cool down.

"Yes ma'am," Said Grudge. A large fellow he was, (Y/N) never liked him, but he's pro at ping pong. (Y/N) never played ping pong after her first game with Grudge; she had a bruise on her eye for weeks.

(Y/N) hung her gun back onto her hip, she only shot twice, needless to say, she was disappointed in herself. She was certain if she hadn't of sat on her ass and gawked at the pigeons then she would have gotten a hit. She didn't want her gun training to be all for nothing.

Brett came running back, almost tripping on the pigeons as he gave her mother a tablet.

"All I can find at this moment is a couple of posts from his Freind-book page, " Brett huffed as he lends the device to (Y/N)'s mother.

"Walter Beckett. Age 23. (Single)." She began to say. "These are all posts of cats, pigeons, and inspirational quotes from that one Korean soap opera show. . ."

'Pigeons. .' (Y/N) thought, 'this guy has a weird thing for pigeons. .'

"I-if you give me more time I can give you the proper information that you want, " Brett said with a shaky voice.

"Do that for me, " the side captain ordered, handing the tablet back to Brett. "Everyone back in your vehicles, we're heading to the city."

LANCE

"Dumbass!" Lance fumed, "See now you have bruises all over your chest. That's what happens when you dumb!"

It was true. Walter has bruises all over his body. His tuxedos shielding did a good job at bouncing the bullets back but it didn't stop him from getting injured. He kept lifting his shirt up and whimpering at the sight of them.

"A-At least they know better now not to follow us, " Walter finched.

"I'm proud. But also- what the hell Beckett? You're the one who is supposed to be making the gadgets, I'm the one who is supposed to use them. Why do you always get yourself into these situations. If you weren't protected and if I haven't been training you you would have died." Lance continued to scold him further, but there was a tinge of sadness in his voice that made Walter tear up.

Lovey puffed her feathers and made a cooing sound in his ear. "I'm really sorry Lance. We could have all gotten hurt," Walter said while blowing strands of hair out of his sight.

Lance sighed, "I understand you want to help. Not only me but others who see us as enemies. But, you know, those people are just like me when I first met you. What I mean is--they could care less about you, they're out to kill."

"I don't understand. . ." Walter uttered, sinking into his seat.

"It's okay Walter, let's just. . . find someplace where you can recharge and we'll stay there for tonight, and continue the mission in the morning."

"Aren't we suppose to be back in Washington in two days?"

"Oh, we will, " he smirked. "I know a guy in California, he's a good friend, he'll give us a lift before we leave."

As they got closer to the city they switched the settings to 'Taxi' on their vehicle and instantly the car turned itself into a taxi. It was useful for when they wanted to go unnoticed and blend in, they don't know what kind of other enemies lurk in the cities.

Los Angeles was much smaller than Lance remembered. Perhaps it's because he has been everywhere else and seen so many different places. Though, he was pleased to see Walter enjoying the area. He practically pressed his face up against the window the whole ride.

The apartment they stayed at was high quality. The United States government pays for all their stays, food, fixes, and hospital bills. It was only if they were assigned any tasks that they would be able to do this.

Lance sterling was rich on his own. He owned mansions in three different states and even offered Walter his own, but he declined; he said he was getting the money to rebuild his old house. The kid was still strange to him, he was weird, yet, he was his best friend, (he wouldn't say that of course).

About sixty-five percent of spies in the united states government has turned to Walters's ideas of not using violence, including Lance Sterling himself; known for using excessive amounts of explosives. He hasn't broken a single person's neck in three whole years!

However, if someone were to kill Walter, he'll be sure to break that record.

He refuses to fly on without him.
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