I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 11 - You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You?

The next few days were spent training with Tom, who stayed true to his word on bringing her into his world. On Sunday, Tom had trained her with guns, teaching her how to hold them, how to load them, and how to shoot them - practising outside in the garden with targets that Harrison had set up. On Monday, they'd trained in hand to hand combat, and at one point - Y/N had knocked Tom to the floor, causing Harrison and the twins who were watching from the sidelines to roar with laughter, as Tom rose and dusted himself off, looking utterly embarrassed that he'd been caught off guard. On Tuesday, they trained in stealth, spending hours creeping around the house and the garden, trying to stay hidden from Harrison and the twins who were trying to find them, coming to an end when Tom was so busy looking at Y/N in the tight combat gear that he tripped right into Harrison's view, before retiring for the day to the upstairs lounge in a huff, changing into comfier clothes beforehand.

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Y/N's legs were sprawled over Tom's lap, leaning against the armrest, as he sat legs spread on the sofa - furiously mashing the controllers buttons as he was caught in combat in one of the Uncharted games, and he huffed as he died for the 6th time. Harrison cackled from the floor, leaning back against the sofa and reached for the controller for his turn. "You're just not good at games, mate. Deal with it." And Tom reached over to smack him on the head, earning another round of laughter from all of them. 

Y/N looked around the room, finding solace in how normal this felt, and how relaxed everyone was - especially Tom, who had tried so incredibly hard to be serious in training her over the past few days, and she knew it was because of Aria. As if he knew she was thinking about him, he turned to look at her, grinning before sticking his tongue out at her, and she stuck her tongue out back at him; before he rubbed a hand up and down her shin, turning back to the screen to watch Harrison make his way through the fight Tom had failed at multiple times without a scratch - causing Tom to huff again and hoist Y/N's legs off him as he headed to grab another glass of bourbon.

She chuckled at his small tantrum as he sat back down, now curling her legs up underneath her. Tom glanced over at her, and though he didn't have to say anything, his eyes simply told her 'I love you.' and she squinted back, returning the notion, and he smiled softly at her, raising a hand to stroke the side of her face - seconds before Harrison threw the controller at him, hitting him in the groin with a choked groan and the laughter started again as Tom launched himself off the sofa to wrestle with him.

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The next morning, Y/N stood in front of the mirror, not looking at herself, but at Tom, as she watched him behind her, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he reached over his head to pull a t-shirt on. She blushed furiously as he turned around catching her eye, quirking an eyebrow and smirking. "You really do just like to stare at me, don't you?" He chuckled, and she blushed more, pretending to fiddle with the button on her jeans and fix her belt. "Maybe. How could I not?" She whispered as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her temple. "It should be me that's always staring at you, an absolute goddess." Y/N blushed even more, if that was physically possible.

"You ready?" He asked nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just said what he'd said, and she nodded, taking his hand and heading downstairs and outside to the car.

Pulling up to her apartment block, Y/N looked up at the rows of windows in front of her, trying to remember the last time she'd even seen the building - and debated stopping by the pub afterwards for an afternoon drink to see Steve and Jay, she missed them dearly, and she'd almost neglected them after everything they'd done for her.

Making her way up the stairs to her door, Tom trailing just behind her, Y/N stopped in her tracks. Her apartment door was cracked open, and Tom had noticed too - placing a hand on her shoulder and softly pushing her behind him as he took his pistol out from the inside of his jacket, holding it towards the floor as they slowly crept forwards.