Agent 47 x teen reader: Learning...

Author’s note:

Okay I know most if not all of you who read my stories must get tired of reading these ridiculously long notes  so I'm gonna try to keep it short and sweet. Anyways sorry for the very late update but I've just been going through a hard time lately and just started high school, grade 9. And also I haven’t had any great ideas so…yeah. Another thing I wanted to try a different style of writing so let me know if you prefer this one or the one in the previous two one shots. Also I just had a request, if you would like to see 47 and yourself in any scenarios either comment down below or drop me a note sometime, also feedback is much appreciated! And now on with the story! Ready 47?

*47 silently stares at me with a blank expression while he cleans silver baller*

Me/L (BTW L is just what I call myself): um okay…*slowly backs away

L: just ignore me and read on!                                                                                                            ________________________________________________________________________

(You’re P.O.V)

6 days have passed since you moved in with 47. And honestly you’ve been happier than you ever were with your guardians.
He had not gotten any assignments for the past few days and you were glad, it gave you a chance to get used to your new surroundings. At the moment, you were sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading (Book name).
You liked the living room; it was cozy and had a homey feel to it. 47 had taken his time to furnish the hideout.
There was a sofa in the middle of the room with two living chairs to match; in front of the sofa was a sturdy oak table.
In front of the set up was a fireplace and above that a 55 inch flat screen smart TV. There was a door on the left of the room that led to the entryway and to the right was the kitchen. The kitchen had a set of stairs to the side that led to the second floor. The door to the basement was near the entrance to the living room, at the end of the entryway. It was a simple set up, but a pleasant change from the mansion that you came from.

(47’s P.O.V)

I had been in the armory all morning. After I had given (Y/N) breakfast, I told her that I would be down here for some time. We had to stay fit and that meant training for hours on end. I didn’t become the best by slacking off. Just because I had another person with me, did not mean I would just drop everything. (Doesn’t look like you’re gonna get any special treatment…Sorry hehehe) Right now I was sparring with a training dummy. The pattern was the same; Kick, punch, punch, duck, kick and finished. As I delivered the final blow, the training dummy fell off its stand and rolled away from me, I was breathing heavily and reached for the water bottle on the stand next to me. I squirted some water on my head and face and took a sip. Setting the bottle down, I used a towel to wipe off some of the sweat and water on my face. Letting out a tired sigh I gathered my things and began to head upstairs. Many thoughts plagued my mind, as I closed up the armory. I had to make sure I locked up tight. With (Y/N) here I couldn’t risk being lazy. I didn’t allow her to go into the basement, too many things that could kill her down there. As for what was on my mind, it was mostly thoughts of the organization. They would find out sooner or later that I had taken the girl with me and surely come after me to get her. But I’ll try my best to hide her for the time being. I shook my head as if to get rid of the thoughts and went up to the living room.

(You’re P.O.V)

You just finished the chapter you were reading, and set the book down with a bored sigh. You heard the sound of bolts locking in place and knew that 47 was done with whatever he does down there. You always wondered what was down in the basement and had once gone down to see but were greeted with numerous locks and bolts on the door and that just led to you thinking ‘what the hell?’ and with an expression like O.o on your face. You had tried to ask him what was in there but he just gave you a look that said ‘you don’t need to know’. You had pouted and even tried giving the assassin the puppy dog eyes, but the effort was in vain, so you just sighed and went back to your room. You smiled at the memory as 47 came up to the living room, with the same expression he had before he went down, lately he had been looking troubled and you couldn’t figure out why. Maybe you’d ask him later.

(47’s P.O.V)

I came up to the living room to see (Y/N) staring up at the ceiling, looking bored. She had a book in her lap and I heard a soft meow, I looked down and saw Cole staring up at me with his vibrant blue eyes. I picked up the kitten and he let out a stream of purrs as I began to pet him. I looked at (Y/N) with a raised brow and asked “what's wrong with you?” She let out a dejected sigh as she looked at me from her position on the sofa as I sat down in one of the chairs. Cole gladly set himself in my lap and closed his eyes. My hand gently stroking his coal colored fur. “I'm bored 47. And I don’t know what to do.” She began to sit up and looked at me, “can we go somewhere? If you’re not too busy.” She looked at me with hopeful eyes and I sighed and let a small smile grace my lips. “Why not, get dressed we can leave in half an hour.” And with that I handed Cole to her and went to get ready. I needed a shower and a change of clothes.

(You’re P.O.V)

Honestly you didn’t think he would agree to take you out. Happy and excited to see your new home you ran up the stairs to your room and put Cole on the bed. The kitten wasn’t too happy about being moved and let out a sound of discomfort. He stretched out on the bed and let out a yawn before once again going to sleep. You hurried over to your closet and began to look for an outfit. Since you thought that you would be at the hideout all day long, you didn't bother to change out of your pajamas. Now, you regretted that you hadn’t gotten dressed earlier because now you couldn’t figure out what to wear.

(Narrator in SpongeBob’s voice) 10 MINUTES LATER

Finally you had decided on an outfit. It was really simple and you had mentally kicked yourself for stressing out so much. It was simple a pair (F/C) (and I don’t know why I kept typing F/N) jeans and a (F/C) shirt with a (F/C) hoodie, just in case you got cold. You had your hair in a ponytail and you were wearing a pair of trainers. Smiling at your reflection in the mirror you heard the sound of the shower dissipate. Grabbing your phone, you made your way downstairs, and waited for your guardian.

(47’s p.o.v)

I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed. Again a thousand thoughts plagued my mind. But I tried to forget them for the time being and focus on what I was going to show my daughter today. Wait…did I just…? No…No…Did I just call (Y/N) my…daughter? I did. I was halfway in the process of putting on my shirt when I stopped. How did I let myself get this attached to a child I had only met 6 days ago? This was so unlike me. I am Agent 47. A dog for the organization. A gun to be pointed and shot. How did I, a man who is supposed to have a heart of stone, be able to let myself think of this child as my own? I shook my head for the second time that day, and got dressed.

(You’re p.o.v)

You were on your phone, looking at an article of the assassination. Just then, 47 came down the stairs, looking for you. “Listen to this, ‘Rosato family killed in their own home during the night. Three dead bodies were found, the widow Claire had been injected with something it seems due to the puncture mark on the right side of her neck. But forensic specialists are baffled as to what was used to kill her. As for the children, they had been strangled with a thin wire but what it was specifically specialists are not sure. For all we know the killer could have fashioned the weapon from a wire hanger! As for the goddaughter (Y/N) (L/N) she has disappeared and has been presumed dead, though her body has not been found. The Rosato’s business partner, Allister Rothburn, will take over their businesses. Whoever killed this family has left no evidence behind and even the girl seems to have vanished, her things are still in her room but her whereabouts are undetermined. Could this be the work of the ‘Ghost’ Interpol has been trying to chase down?’ Ghost? Is that what people refer to you as?” You asked with a raised brow, although seeing 47 as a ghost was not the most unusual thing. At times you barely knew if he was there and the second you caught sight of him, you would always jump. 47 just looked at you for a brief second before he grabbed his coat. “I was trained to be the best and that means you act like a ghost and work from the shadows. Let’s go.” He gestured for you to follow him as he went out of the building.

TIME SKIP HALF AN HOUR LATER

(47’s p.o.v)

For the first part of our outing, we simply walked around Conrad. (Note I don’t know if this is actually a real location in Oregon. I have never been to the state but thought that it would be the best place for 47 judging by his quiet personality. Conrad is just a name that popped into my head, it is a creation of my imagination and not a real location but pretend it is for the sake of the story.) It was a small town outside of Salem, the capital of Oregon. I liked it here; it was peaceful and soothing, surrounded by trees and nature. The people were friendly and kept to themselves never prying for information. I could tell (Y/N) liked it too; her (E/C) eyes were wide with wonder at the natural beauty of the area. I couldn’t help but smile. This girl seemed to remind me of myself more and more as I spent time with her. She was quiet, reserved and mature. She was sensible and respectful. But aside from those traits, she was also creative, talented and open-minded (This is actually my own personality BTW). I wouldn’t mind having her stay with me, no not at all.

TIME SKIP ONE HOUR LATER

(You’re p.o.v)

You simply spent the whole time walking around, but you didn't mind. Conrad was peaceful and quiet. People didn't ask about you and seemed to act the same towards 47. The natural beauty of this place was breathtaking. You fell in love with it the second you got out. Words couldn’t describe how happy you were to have gone with 47; this is the life you had craved ever since you were seven. You liked the stoic man, he was calm and collected and you felt that you could trust him even after knowing him for only a few days. He was strong and talented, mature and sensible and reminded you of yourself in many aspects. You close your eyes and let out a low sigh, relaxing your body. 47 had taken you to the lake, and as you looked out at the open water there was one question that had been plaguing your mind since 47 offered to take you in. “Why?”

(47’s p.o.v)

“Why?”

I looked down at the (H/C) haired girl in confusion. She seemed to hesitate for a second before asking her question. “Why did you take me in?” I was momentarily taken aback though I didn't show it. Why…that had been a question I had been asking myself every day. Taking in a deep breath, I answered as I look straight at the water. “I have been asking myself that same question since I told you I’d take you in. And I think I finally found an answer, it’s because I didn't want you to end up like I did.” She gave me a confused look, silently asking me to elaborate. “It wasn’t my decision to become an assassin. (Sorry if I get the back story wrong, I'm only going of off the movie and half of Blood money here.) I was an orphan, and ended up in the system. I ran away eventually and survived on the streets for about a year. I was only six, and then they came for me. A group of people recruited me into a facility and there I was experimented on and trained to be a professional killer. I grew up feeling alone, and I guess” I sighed, and looked down before setting my sight on the horizon again and continuing, “When I saw you in that situation and knew that I could save you from that fate my mind just told me to take you in.” “I always told myself, that I would never let anyone go into that life if I could prevent it and I guess I lived up to my promise.”

(You’re p.o.v)

You were shocked at the story, and felt a pang of sadness in your chest for the man standing beside you. He was doing this out of empathy, and you were grateful and made sure to tell him, “Thank you.”

(47’s p.o.v)

A ghost of a smile graced my lips, and I closed my eyes feeling the soft breeze on my face.

“Do you regret it?”

I looked at her and for the first time in a long while a proper smile found its way onto my normally stoic face.

“Not one bit.”