It was about time they gave Austin a partner who wasn’t a stunning woman in a tight dress. Not that he minded the usual arrangement, of course, but even he had to admit — things were getting predictable.

And then came you .

You weren’t just some rookie agent tagging along for the ride. No, you were one of the best, a name whispered in the darkest corners of the intelligence world with equal parts respect and fear. MI6 finally decided Austin could use a partner who could match his skill and keep him in check. And so, the two of you were assigned a high-stakes mission together — something about a rogue scientist, a stolen device, and the fate of the world hanging in the balance.

From the moment you walked into headquarters, Austin’s warm brown eyes widened behind his glasses. You carried yourself with the kind of confidence he recognized — sharp, refined, completely self-assured. Dressed in your best spy getup, you looked damn good , and for the first time in a long while, Austin felt something…off.

Not off in a bad way, necessarily, just…different. Usually, he’d be cracking some flirty joke, winking at his new partner, throwing out double entendres left and right. But with you? Well, he still had the urge to flirt, but it wasn’t his usual routine. No, this was something else entirely.

Something almost nervous lurking beneath the surface. Was he… blushing? No, no, of course not. Austin Powers didn’t blush. But as he looked you up and down, taking in your sharp features, he had the strangest feeling he might be in trouble.

Real trouble.

And for once, it had nothing to do with the mission.