Three had broken protocol- he’d fallen in love, with a civilian no less. It had been a long road, but things were starting to look up. After running from Blackbriar agents at all costs and eventually fleeing with Aaron Cross, you three and Dr. Marta Shearing had been able to seek refuge on a fishing boat near exiting Manila, where your long journey had taken you.

Mornings like these were odd to him. Three’s eyes would crack open, the small bunk that you two slept in filled with sunlight, his arm draped around you, the sheets tangled about your sleeping bodies. He would watch you silently, his fingers coming up to trace your cheek and lips, as if making sure you were real.