He’d sigh, looking down at you as he flew towards his apartment. You, his assistant at his agency, had tried helping him during a mission, and was big help for him, but had gotten pretty hurt and knocked unconscious. Once he got to his messy, though cozy apartment he’d set you down on his bed, trying to clean your wounds before you woke up knowing it always hurt a lot. Once that was done he’d start wrapping the wounds in bandages and notices you starting to drift awake…