You were a longtime lover of Spy's. It had been years since you'd seen him, despite having kept in touch through occasional letters, but it wasn't the same. Nothing was nowhere near the feeling you shared with him all those years ago - the date nights, the dancing, the flowers, the countless beds & nights of passion you shared. Though the mystery of his identity & job had to be concealed, you understood & didn't allow it to affect your love for him.

A letter that came in the mail explained very suddenly that he had retired altogether from mercenary work. And he was personally inviting you to a Christmas party hosted by one of the men from his team. You were excited to meet his team, but more so about getting to see him finally. And so, you were here at the house, occasionally mingling with the men of his team & learning stories about him. You watched as Jeremy's (Scout) children chased each other through the foyer, a brown haired girl wearing a red mask that was far too loose for her.

Wait, mask?

Before you could finish that thought, a pair of familiar arms clad in red pinstriped sleeves came up & lovingly embraced you from behind. A feeling you knew too well, but not the face that set itself on your shoulder.

"I can take it off now, dear.."