Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

Skull Island (M.W)

"Looks like we're winning." you flashed a grin towards your brother,who positioned himself to get the last ball into the hole, and then eyed the cash waiting for you on the pool table.

When he made his shot and the ball found its place into the hole you let out a little scream of victory and turned to the two men you were up against.

"Well, boys! You'll be luckier next time..." you went to take the money but one of the two men harshly grabbed your wrist and started screaming at you in a language you didn't understand.

You glared at him but didn't do anything, waiting for the perfect moment to pound. You could hear the other one getting closer to you, but when you heard him grunt in pain you knew James had something to do with it. You turned around and saw him knocking the man down before looking at you and silently telling you to take care of the other one. As if on cue, the man grabbing your wrist went to land a punch on you, you dodged and took the pool stick in your hand before striking him right on the face with it.

"Mommy never told you not to hit women?" you sarcastically asked before landing a kick to his private parts, making him fall to the ground in pain.

You huffed to move a piece of hair out of your line of sight and turned to James, who was counting the money you just won.

"How much?" you asked walking his way and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"300" he replied and before you could say anything a voice boomed in the pub.

"What if I told you you could make a lot more than that?" Your eyes landed on a sturdy man, who looked like money wasn't an issue to him, and a young man behind him.

You pulled away from your brother and crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side.

"And who might you be?" your brother asked him

"Bill Randa, Head of the U.S. government organization Monarch. This is Houston Brooks, my geologist." The sturdy man introduced himself and the guy behind him, holding up his hand for you to shake.

"Y/N Conrad and this is my brother James." you replied and shook the man's hand.

"Oh, I know who you are Miss. You are exactly the people I'm looking for." Randa said, a grin curling up on his lips.

"What for?" James asked as Randa motioned for all of you to take a seat at one of the tables.

Brooks placed his case on the table and opened it, taking pictures and files out of it for you and your brother to see. You frowned as you took a good look at the pictures in front of you, showing shadows of what looked to be huge creatures. A file, claiming American pilot Hank Marlow disappeared on the South Pacific, caught your attention.

"Mr. and Ms. Conrad, I am gathering a search group to an uncharted island to discover things beyond the human knowledge. What I'm looking for is the best and you two are the best trackers America has ever had. Help me in this journey and you will be highly rewarded." Randa began, motioning for Brooks to take two wads of 10.000 dollars and place them in front of you two.

You raised you brow at the money and scoffed.

"An uncharted island?" your brother began, leaning all the way down to the chair and crossing his arms.

"Let me list all the ways you could die." You continued, "Rain, heat, mud, disease carrying flies and mosquitoes. Malaria and other bacteria."

"And of course all the things that want to eat you alive." Your brother finished.

"Let's not forget about those." you nodded towards him, still eyeing the two men sitting in front of you.

"We'll double that." Rad said glancing at the money, loudly gulping.