47 ways to make you mine | Agent 47 X Reader | 2/47
2/47 - A little bit of happiness - GN
Rain cascaded down on your hometown and soaked Agent 47 to the bone. He did not mind, instead stepped on through the streets with his coat tightly wrapped around himself.
Your house wasn’t far now. Agent 47 knew how to find it by heart and the familiarity of the route made him increase his speed.
In the distance, thunder rumbled. A muffled noise came from his coat. His hand went up to cradle the source of the sound, and it stilled.
When he arrived at your doorstep, he didn’t have to knock, as if you had sensed him being close and had been waiting for him at the front door.
It swung open and revealed you, endearingly casual, clad in fleece pyjamas.
“Hey!” you greeted, “Do come in, you’re probably freezing.”
He stepped inside in your warm homestead and stood a bit awkwardly in the hallway for a few seconds.
“Shall I take your coat?” you asked him after pressing a light kiss on his cheek, not too fond of getting your clothes all wet, deciding to kiss him a little better later on.
“Uh. Yes.”
That same muffled noise came from his long trench coat once again. You raised an eyebrow, a little confused.
“What’s that sound?”
“I uh… Nothing really.”
He held his arm closer to his chest, and you noticed. “What do you have there?”
Agent 47 opened his mouth to speak, but the words remained unsaid. Instead, he moved aside the lapels of his coat and unbuttoned it, revealing to you what he had been hiding.
Scrawny, with thin red fur, quivering on his arm. “A kitten…” you whispered. “Where did you…”
He cleared his throat. “You should get a towel for it. It’s very cold.”
You nodded and wordlessly took the cat from him, rushing to your kitchen in order to wrap the small thing in a tea towel. In the meantime, Agent 47 took the time to take off his coat and hang it to dry, as well as his shoes, which he placed in the hallway.
The kitten was no older than eight weeks and seemed severely malnourished. You opened your fridge to see what you had, took out a jug of milk and poured some in a mug before placing it in the microwave.
“Will you be able to nurse it back to health?” Agent 47 asked from the threshold. You looked up at him and smiled. “I think so.” you replied, holding the kitten a little closer.
“Where did you find it? And most of all, why did you decide to bring it?” you quizzed him as you took the lukewarm milk from the microwave, stirring it before dipping in your pinky finger to see how hot it was.
“Well,” Agent 47 began whilst you poured some milk on a small saucer. “When I returned from my mission, I heard something underneath me. Nearly stepped on it, too. Its mother laid dead in a ditch a little further away, perished in either the gunfight or the stress that came with it. I…”
He rubbed his neck a bit awkwardly as you carefully placed the now-dry kitten down on the counter top, letting it sniffle the milk before it started to eagerly lap at it.
“I couldn’t let it just… Die.” A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you walked up to him, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. “You’re a sweet man, after all.”
The tiniest of blushes built at the tips of his ears. “I uh… The reason I brought it home was because I felt like you could use a friend… For when I’m on missions, I mean. So you won’t be too lonely.”
Your heart jumped in your chest and tears prickled behind your eyes. “Oh, 47, that’s so thoughtful of you.”
Slipping your arm around his waist, you hugged him. He embraced you back, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad that you like it.”
You pulled back, gleaming up at the hitman in front of you. “Thank you.” you whispered.
He tucked some hair behind your ear and softly smiled, leaning down to kiss you.
Though before his lips could hit yours, a loud sound behind you pulled you out of the gentle embrace.
The kitten meowed, loudly, and it looked at you with large, expecting eyes. The saucer it had been drinking from was empty, and it was awaiting a refill.
“Have you thought of a name yet?” Agent 47 asked you. “Hm… Noisy with quite the attitude… Meowana Burnwood?”
Agent 47 blinked in confusion. “Meowana Burnwood?” “Yeah,” you explained, “Like Diana Burnwood, but a cat.”
A huff of laughter escaped him and he shook his head in disbelief, smiling. “Isn’t that kind of mean?” “Well, we could call it Meowana for short. Diana doesn’t have to know.”
He fell silent and looked at you, joy in his chest at the knowledge that you enjoyed his gift to you.
“Why don’t we think a bit longer on the name.” Agent 47 suggested. “After all, red cats are usually male.”
You laughed a little and went to prepare the cat another drink. “Should we name it after Lucas then? Lu-cat...”
Agent 47 raised an eyebrow and smirked. “He, too, won’t appreciate that.”
“Oh, silly me,” you sighed, “I haven’t even offered you a drink yet. What would you like?”
He held up his hand, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine.” he told you, “After all, I can grab my own drink in case I get hungry. Don’t worry about me.”
A sigh left his lips as he watched you feed the kitten, joy swelling in his chest. He silently thanked himself for bringing it home.
