Request: the reader is nervous about helping solo out on a mission bc she’s not a trained agent
Admiring the light yellow fabric flowing around your legs, you allow yourself to take the first true breath in the past five minutes. The fitting you were subjected to had lasted nearly an hour. Although the room is perfectly air conditioned, and there is a glass of water just inches from your feet, you still find your hands sweating. It is hard to stay calm when you are being poked and prodded by two women you don’t know, all before the analytical eyes of Napoleon Solo.