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Neteyam x Reader- Angst

Panic overrode you. You knew of his disdain for the RDA and as luck goes— you happened to be one of them. To make matters worse, you also attacked his son. You sat up, ignoring the stinging and reached for something. Anything to get the upper hand on him. Your fast assassin instincts came in handy when your body lurched upwards with a high velocity.

You got into an attack stance with a sharp stick in hand as he walked closer. 'Why on earth, would they leave a sharp stick right next to me.'  You thought to yourself.

His face was etched with a mixture of seriousness and hardness. He slowly raised his arms, his hands flat in the air facing your form. "Hey, woah!" He called out calmly, but loudly. "There's no need for that." His eyebrows raised up.

In response, you ignored his small protest. Unwilling to let your guard down. You face was complemented with ferociousness and downcast eyebrows with pursed lips. The stick shook in your weak hand, afterall you were still weak from being unconscious for... however long.

He took an apprehensive small step closer, knees slightly bent to reach your eye level. "Look— I'm not gonna hurt you." He held his calm exterior, as opposed to your noticeable panic. Your stance had turned sloppy, sure to be ineffective if he were to attack . Your wobbly legs shook like jello.

Your breathing got more riled up with slight dizziness and nausea clouding your senses. "I'm not an idiot! I know you will attack as soon as I drop this stick! " You spit back. Holding the weapon as if your life depended on it. Well, technically– it did.

You heard him let out a small frustrated sigh, "I won't. I promise." He placed his palm over his chest.

"No! You're lying. I attacked your guards and your son." You shook your head denyingly. Your eyes felt as though they were going to pop out of your skull from how wide they were. Too cautious to blink, they were increasingly turning more bloodshot by the second.

He took another small step. At this, you jabbed the stick into the air. Aimed at nothing in particular, more as a warning. Or as you had hoped–a telling threat that you were not playing around.

"I know what you did, but– I just wanna talk." He countered, tilting his head a bit.

You didn't know what you were thinking, but in your ears it sounded like a true statement. You lowered the stick and stepped back to stand up straight. It remained enclosed in your hand though, just as a safety measure. He stood back to his full height as well, looking intimidating and determined.

He huffed loudly, "Okay, now that the situation has been deescalated. Who are you?" He stared dead straight at you.

Silence. You weren't in the mood to face the repercussions of giving away vital information.

He glanced to the side for a brief moment, annoyance visible. "You know, this is gonna go a lot faster if you actually cooperate– " He remarked and crossed his arms. You looked challengingly ahead at him. "So, I'll ask again. Who the hell are you?"

You contemplated, but gave in. "My name is Y/N L/N, I'm from the RDA." You practically forced the words out of your throat.

He nodded before speaking, "Okay. See, now we're getting somewhere." You twisted the stick in your hand. "Why did you attack us last night?" He continued. You knew this question was coming. Furthermore, you also knew if you revealed the RDA's master plan– they would torture you until you died.

"I can't tell you that. It's classified." You kept your voice as hard as you could and your face as cold. Not keen on getting your face read. A deep fear resonated inside you for the organization you were forced to work for.