Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Prepare For Trouble -

Reaching over the table, his hand stilled when your fingers made contact. Slowly, his digits wove between yours, settling to a degree once they were partially intertwined. Instead of his finger tapping, it seemed he was rubbing his thumb along your hand to calm himself, sometimes wandering up to trace the edge of your nail.

"Five." His attention turned from the bathroom to you, the severity of his green gaze catching you slightly off-guard. "Are you sure you're okay to go through with this? I'm sure Luther and I could figure out a new strategy . . . "

Tracing the edge of one of your nails, he replied, "I'll be fine as long as you're around to keep me grounded." The brunette didn't seem to realize just how forward he had been, as his eyes had widened slightly before he abruptly turned his attention to the door. At the sight of his slightly reddened complexion, a small smirk spread across your face.

The time you had to look at Five's blush was short due to him schooling his expression upon the return of his other self and Luther. To avoid any awkward conversations later, you went to discreetly remove your hand from Five's. However, the lanky brunette didn't seem to keen on allowing you to do so, keeping your fingers locked with his own. No one said anything about the interaction, but Luther and the other Five certainly noticed, both of them glancing from either of you to your connected hands.

"Are we alright?" Five inquired Luther, wary of his other self's movements.

"Absolutely," Luther answered - perhaps a little too chipper.

You briefly met eyes with the grey Five before he looked to the brunette beside you, "We have a deal." You smiled at the success. "But we have to hurry, J.F.K. is on his way . . . we've got less than an hour."

Five finally released your hand when you both stood from the table, the former asking with suspicion, "What's got you so anxious to leave?"

"You're so - oh," the other Five replied. "Paranoia, huh? How's the psychosis going?"

"You would know," he spat back. At that moment, the both of them simultaneously passed gas. You would've laughed had the tension not been so palpable. Stage Four, I think.

"Let's just get moving," you interjected. "The two of you can bicker along the way."

XxX

Instead of walking with your Five, Luther was watching him to keep him from committing assault on some unsuspecting individual. In the meantime, Luther had asked you to keep an eye on the middle-aged one.

The Commission Five was surprisingly docile, although it was irritating how he hadn't said anything to you, choosing to sneak little glances at you instead.

"Y'know, usually if you have something on your mind, you come out and say it," you commented absentmindedly, finding the view over the top of the large metal bridge much more interesting.

There was a lengthy pause before he opened his mouth, "Are you ever going to tell me how you got here?"

You shrugged, "Why? You'll find out for yourself if you're patient . . . Although, I have a feeling the questions you really wanna ask, I already answered back in the Apocalypse . . . the first one, at least."

You met his curious stare, "He- . . . I told you about that?"

"Of course you did. I wouldn't stop bugging you because you looked like you were seeing a ghost." You let out a chuckle despite the situation, "Little did I know that's exactly what you had thought."