he was bleeding out, shot in the side during a mission and left by his shadows. But not you. You had gone back for him.

you had been his right hand for years, but he never did fully trust you. But now? He put his life in your hands. Not that he had any other choice really, considering your hands were covering his wound.

“Why…why did you come back-?” he coughed out, struggling to breath a little bit. His eyes were trained on your face, enraptured in your eyes. They were so pretty.