multi-fandom one-shot collection

It's not your fault. (Agent 24)

(Art is not mine :) )

Agent 8 sat on the couch of Agent 3's apartment. A few months ago she was underground in the deep sea metro completing tests in the underground facility. It was hell. Some of the tests were simple, but some were painful and difficult. Sometimes she still had nightmares about her time there. She had succeeded in collecting the four "thangs", but that ended up being a giant blender that would turn her to sludge. 

The only good thing that came out of her time there was meeting Agent 3. 

Agent 3 had become partially sanitized by Commander Tartar. Some of the sludge was placed upon her left eye and had brainwashed her.  After a very difficult battle against Agent 3, Agent 8 had succeeded in bringing Agent 3 back to reality. 

Despite Agent 3 brutally trying to murder her, Agent 8 still felt something warm and fuzzy inside.

Agent 3 still has a scar by her eye from where the sludge was, and sometimes it caused her extreme pain. 

And she was feeling that pain right now. 

Agent 3 firmly grasped the remote. She leans forward and grunts, scrunching up her face. I look towards her in concern. I wish I could do something to help her. Instead, I'm helpless, without a clue on what to do.  Without thinking, I grab her hand and squeeze it. Three looks at me in confusion.

"What are you-" She starts. 

"I'm trying to help you feel better." I say.

Three pulls her hand away. "Eight, I don't you understand this, but holding hands isn't something just friends would do." 

"Oh." I respond looking down at my lap. 

Three sighs. "I'm sorry." she says. "I didn't mean to upset you." 

"It's fine." I say.

We sit in silence for a few minutes again before I speak up.

"I wish I could help." 

Three raises her eyebrow. "What do you mean?" 

I sigh. "You seem in so much pain and I wish I could help take it away and make you feel better."

Three thinks for a moment. "It's fine, all I have to do is take a few Tylenol and I'm fine."

I shake my head. "It doesn't feel right."  Three puts her hand on my shoulder. I keep talking. "You wouldn't even have your scar if you hadn't saved my life." I say.

"You'd rather be dead?" Three asks.

"No, I just sometimes blame myself for all your pain." I admit.

Three looks me in the eye. "It's not your fault Eight." she says. "You couldn't have prevented it." I sniffle. Three just stares at me. 

"I don't want you to blame yourself for any pain I go through, alright?" She says. I nod. Three pats my shoulder.

"I like you a lot." she says. "You're a very smart and caring individual."  My heart feels a strange sensation. "You're gonna go far Eight, believe me." Three says.

I smile, there was something about Three that was unlike any other inkling I've met. I want to make her happy. I want to make her smile and I want to hear her laugh.

Is that too much to ask?

(A/N: Sorry if this was trashy, I kinda free-wrote this as I went along, I hope you enjoyed though uwu)