Rescue (P.P x Reader)

Part 13

(Nathaniel POV)

"Take the boy, get him back to his district safely, and flee from here." I say to Gabriel. "Why did you help me?" He asks. "We were close at one time, were we not? For old times sake. Now go." I say hurriedly, looking around the back garden of the Headquarters to make sure no one is watching. Gabriel grabs the child's hand, and then disappears, teleporting away. I turn back towards the big golden building. Maybe Y/N just went back to her room. I then teleport to her balcony. The doors are closed, but I look inside and see her pacing around. She looks angry. I stay hidden, and tap the window. She startles and looks up, then slowly makes her way to the door. She slides it open, and peers her head out, her lips pursed in confusion. She steps out fully and closes the door. "Y/N-"
"GAH- Jesus, Nate!" She holds a hand to her chest....

(Y/N POV)

They cannot just keep me in my room. I will beat my way out of here if I have to. I have to find Peter, and Harley, and Wanda. Where are they? Did they hear the alarm? Why didn't they come find me? Where have they been during my training? Why can't I teleport from inside my room? (I tried, several times). Why are my senses hindered here? What is going on?!
"Urgh!" I slide my hands across the top of my vanity, knocking everything off onto the floor. I hate being left up in the air. Where is Nate? Did he get the boy out safe? As I start to wonder about that, I hear taps on my window. I look up, but see no one. I slowly walk over to the door, and slide it open. I peek my head out, lips pursed in confusion. I step all the way out and shut the door. Maybe I can teleport from h-
"Y/N-"
"GAH- Jesus Nate!" I hold a hand over my heart. "Dude, you have got to stop sneaking up on people like that." I say.

He wrings his hands, which I've discovered is a subconscious nervous tick of his. "I apologize for startling you. Are you alright? Did General Ophelia-"
"Hurt me? No. I wish she would've tried. I'd kick her ass." I say, letting out a huff of frustration. "I- oh." He says. I guess he noticed my anger towards the General. "What? Are you afraid I offended your beloved General?" I say sarcastically. His brows furrow. "No. She isn't beloved. I'm just- discovering more about human emotion." He says.
"Like anger?" I laugh slightly.
"Yes, like anger. But I've noticed that good news sometimes alleviates it. The boy is safe." He says, a small smile on his face. "He is? Good. That's a win." I nod. We're quiet for a minute. "You know, you're technically part human too. You can feel just as many emotions as I can." I tell him. He thinks for a moment before he answers.

"We- Messengers are trained to carry out orders without emotion. I suppose to- make things easier. But lately I haven't been agreeing with the notion."
"You and me both pal." I pat my hand on his shoulder. "Oh! By the way- where in the hell are Peter, Harley, and Wanda?" I ask, stepping over to the edge of the balcony. He doesn't answer. I look back at him. "Nate?" He doesn't meet my eyes. I move to stand in front of him. "Nate. What happened?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Your friends- they....my orders were to keep them out of the way..."
"And?"
"And I- General told me to put them somewhere that they couldn't do any harm...."
"Which is?"
".....the prison cells." He says quietly. "The what?! Nate!" I punch his shoulder. He holds the spot that I hit, and gives me a slight glare. "I was doing as I was told!" He says. "By imprisoning my friends?!"
"If that's what it took, yes!"

"That's not what friends do Nate!"
"They're not my friends!"
"But you're mine!"
He pauses. I cross my arms, one hip jutting out. He sighs. "All I've known how to do, since I was ever born, is to train, and follow orders. Messengers are born into their position. I even wanted to be one when I was younger. I was proud to be one. But once it was official, it wasn't exactly what I expected." He explains. I lean against the railing of the balcony, still listening. "You- you know other ways of doing things, you've been exposed to other things, seen more. I've just been here. Finding you? Was my first real field mission. I don't know anything except what they tell me. I wanted to prove myself. I apologize." He finishes, looking out over Nysa. It's now nightfall, and the city starting to light up is beautiful. "Okay then." I say. He turns his head to me, and tilts it in confusion. "Okay then...what?" He asks. I straighten. "You wanna prove yourself still?"

"...well, yes."
"Then prove to me you're willing to help. Help me get my friends back." I say, my face stern. He straightens up too, and nods. "I will." He says. I hold out my hand for him to shake. He puts his hand in mine, and gives it a firm shake. A corner of my mouth turns up. "Getting better at that I see." I laugh. "I still have no idea why humans do it. But I'm willing to learn."
"And that's the right attitude to have." I say with a smile. He smiles back. We're quiet for a minute again.
"Nate."
"Yes?"
"You can let go of my hand now, bud."
"Oh-"
He releases his grip. I clasp my hands together. "Sooo, where do the Angyellos hide their dungeon?" I say with a grin.

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(Y/N POV)

"Nate, do you know where you're going?" I whisper yell at him. "Of course I know where I'm going. I've lived here for decades." He says quietly. "Wha- decades? You're in your early twenties!"
"Yes well, Messengers stay younger, longer. So they can remain fit for combat. So I've been in my early twenties for twenty years." He explains as we keep walking down the halls. He stops and peeks around a corner to see if the hall is clear. "I- I don't know what to do with that information-" I blink. The coast is clear, and we go down the hallway to the left, and then he carefully opens a door that leads to a gold colored stairwell. We carefully start to ascend them. "Wait so, you're technically like, sixty going on seventy-" Nate stops abruptly and puts a hand over my mouth to shush me. I glare at him, but stay quiet as we hear voices under the stairs. The voices fade after a few moments, and then we continue to the bottom of the steps.

When we get there, a big room, more like hall, of jail-like cells awaits us. The line of cells goes all the way down, and there are more turns. So there must be more further down. I keep following Nate, looking around in wonder. Not many of the cells are full, but a few people occupy them. Most of them look pretty evil honestly, and as we walk past, with them sneering at us from behind the bars, I'm thankful they're in there. "Nate, what happened to these people?" I whisper. "They're not people. They're Tera. The Quevenyee monsters you've heard about. They are, in basic terms, mutants gone wrong." He explains quietly. "Oh." I reply. As we pass a cell, one of the Tera lashes out at me through the bars. I startle and slightly step behind Nate. Nate holds his arm in front of me protectively and steers is away from the cell as we walk past it. We walk a little further, and turn the corner. Once we see the first three cells to the right, a relieved smile takes over my face. Peter stands slowly from a bench in his cell, looking at me and Nate suspiciously. "Y/N?".........