Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 2

Edited: 4/12/20. Kept Shiro's husband nameless so that reader can choose who he married.

(Y/N) stood outside of her apartment complex, waiting for Lance to drive his car around and pick her up. She saw Lance pull up in Blue, his agency-issued blue Toyota Echo, and rolled down the window. "Hey, Beautiful. Hop in!" he said. He popped the trunk open so (Y/N) could put her luggage in. (Y/N) slammed the trunk and opened the passenger car door. The sound system was blasting J Lo. "Ready?" he said pulling the gear shift. (Y/N) nodded, and they sped down the road.

Traffic was heavy as usual in the City. The long pauses to go from one block to the next was making (Y/N) antsy. They only had 20 more minutes to get to HQ, and they were 30 blocks away. Lance didn't seem too worried. He was singing J Lo and Pitbull's On the Floor with as much passion as he could.

(Y/N) watched the performance that was going on beside her, while occasionally yelling at Lance to brake or watch where he was going. He was a bad driver for sure. She laughed as she saw Lance dramatically rap Pitbull's part, hitting each word with perfect speed and accuracy. He rapped the verse that said, "My name ain't Keith but I see why you sweat me." As if Keith was standing right in front of him, and he was giving him the biggest burn in the entire world. She decided to join him when J Lo's part returned. Soon, they were both singing as loud as they could.

When the song ended, (Y/N) and Lance whooped and hollered and laughed. (Y/N) wasn't sure if it was the excitement of their first international trip or what, but she suddenly felt as if this trip to Paris with Lance wouldn't be too bad. She and Lance were having a great time—and with no flirty remarks! Like friends.

Suavemente by Elvis Crespo came on next, which made Cuban Lance cheer. He started to yell the lyrics, and (Y/N) swayed her hips sensually dancing in her seat. By the time he was at the second verse, Lance was pulling Blue into the parking garage. He was still screaming the lyrics as Lance pulled their luggage out of the car. His slightly strained, on purpose, off-key voice carried throughout the half-empty parking garage.

"Shut up. We're in public!" (Y/N) yelled out, laughing and elbowing Lance in the side. "Ow! Okay okay! Sorry, (N/N)." (Y/N) was surprised he didn't call her a pet name. She smiled to herself. He picked up her luggage and threw her duffle bag over his shoulder. (Y/N) took two of the three rolling luggage, and they both walked to the elevator.

The office was underground, and shared a building with Technicorp, a computer programming business. The building was built over an abandoned subway track, which the DSA converted into their Foreign Affairs division. Lance stuck his ID card into the inconspicuous slit in the elevator wall that opened a secret hatch that revealed the hidden elevator buttons. He pressed the -3 button, and the elevator doors hissed closed. The elevator speeding down as fast as it could, deeper and deeper into the Earth. (Y/N) popped her ears.

"Excited to go to Paris, Mama? It is the City of Luuurve after all." Lance purred, his flirty side returning. Friendship bonding moment over. (Y/N) thought. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Uh, sure." She said. Secretly, she was thrilled. She never had been out of the country before and was excited to venture into the unknown. She was excited to apply her fluency in French to the natives as well.

Lance snaked an arm around her shoulders. "Well, I sure am! I can't wait to eat the fromage." He said dramatically trying to impress (Y/N) with his broken French, but the way he said fromage sounded like he said, "fro-madge."

(Y/N) picked his arm off of her shoulder. "It's pronounced fromage." She said pronouncing it emphatically so that Lance could learn the word correctly. Lance acted as if French for cheese was some dirty word. "Hot." He said with his eyebrows wriggling. The elevator dinged, and they stepped out. They took a sharp left past the reception desk and office areas to the back set of elevators. Lance pressed the button to the rooftop floor where the plane was. Cleverly, the planes were disguised with a cloaking mechanism so no one would notice.