me (what I want to say):
well I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. IT'S THE 1960'S END OF COLD WAR AND A HOT RUSSIAN KGB AGENT WITH ANGER ISSUES, AN EQUALLY HOT AMERICAN CIA SMOOTH CRIMINAL, AND YET ANOTHER EQUALLY HOT COMPACT EAST GERMAN WITH A FIRE INSIDE SAVE THE WORLD TOGETHER WHILE THE KGB AGENT AND EAST GERMAN CHICK FALL IN LOVE AND NOW I'M GALLYA TRASH BYE.
me (what I actually say):
James Bond meets Mission Impossible in the 1960s.
A/N: Hey! This is going to be a little series, if you guys like it! Please please let me know what you think! I’d LOVE to hear from you guys. Enjoy!
Where were you? The throb in your leg was nothing compared to the fire screaming on the inside of your skull, begging to be set free. Why couldn’t you see clearly? Why was there blood on your hands and your clothes?
Wait..someone was shouting, screaming something..a word you knew…
“Y/N!” The voice was far off, coming closer. That’s what they were shouting. It was your name.
“Y/N!” There it was again, only closer. Or had it been that close the whole time?
“Can you hear me? Are you alright?” A black-haired man was leaning over you and attempting to interrogate you in a panicked tone. He kept glancing behind his shoulder as if someone or something was about to attack him. Or you. You really didn’t know.
“Ahh..mmgh.” Suddenly your voice left you and another wave of pain shot through your veins as your head collided with the cold concrete again.
Gentle hands supported your head and lower half as someone, presumably the man you saw a moment earlier, picked you up, muttering curses under his breath while he scrambled to get out of the room. Or were you outside?
No, you were definitely outside now if the blinding sunlight was anything to go by. Buildings swam by as your possible savior or captor ran with you. Unfortunately, the way you were being moved up and down as he sprinted was churning your stomach and giving you vertigo.
“I’m going to throw up,” you muttered, or at least you hoped It sounded something like that to the man, who told you to hold on. Apparently he didn’t want you to soil another one of his suits, and he asserted so.
“I don’t even know you,” you groaned, weakly kicking in an attempt at escape. His step faulted for a short second. His blue eyes were wide as he looked at your face, confusion and horror in them.
“Y/N please tell me you’re joking,” He pleaded, rounding a few corners and doing nothing to ease your rolling stomach, however, your head seemed to be clearing little by little.
“Are you going to kill me?” You countered.
“Don’t be silly. What is the date today, my dear?”
“It’s…September.” Suddenly you realized that you had no idea what day it was or even what year. Uh oh. “That’s all I know.” You gulped.
“My God, he is going to kill me.” The man’s eyes grew distant.
“Who?” Your question went unanswered as the two of you seemed to have reached your destination.
The man hastily entered the apartment, practically slamming the door shut with his foot before locking it and rushing you to a couch. You had to admit, something about the place felt…familiar. Right. Safe. But why?
“How do you feel, Y/N?” The man questioned you as he retrieved a towel from somewhere and began cleaning your face with it.
“Ew, at least use a dark towel. I don’t want to wash the stains out of this one,” You found yourself responding without a second thought, pushing the towel away with a grimace.
His eyebrows raised. Oh.
“Obviously you’ve retained your charming personality,” he retorted, leaving to get a darker towel but not before he saw your eye roll.
“My head is throbbing pretty badly and I think my leg is injured too. Earlier I could barely see anything and had the hardest time staying focused, but that part is much better now. I’m still a bit dizzy though.”
He had finished using the towel and had moved on to gently inspecting you by the time you finished speaking. He was testing your limbs, poking and adjusting until he reached your left ankle. At his touch, an involuntary hiss of pain left your lips.
“Ah,” he inspected it, “your ankle has a rather nasty sprain on it. It may have happened when that buffoon at the factory nailed you upside the head and you-” he froze as the door slammed open.
A tall blond man stood in the doorframe, heaving and looking around the room before his intense eyes landed on you. Relief flooded his features, but you had trouble tearing your eyes away from the blood that soaked his shirt and hands. Who were these people? And why did your captor/savior look so frightened?
“You are safe. I was worried.” The tall man pushed the door closed before hurrying towards you. The ache in your head seemed to flare up the more you looked at him. You should remember him. You KNOW you should. So why couldn’t you?
“Illya.” The dark haired man stood.
The tall one, Illya, ignored him, his brow furrowing as his gaze traveled over you. Oh yeah, you were covered in blood, too.
Illya’s enormous hand reached out to brush your hair back from your face and you suddenly felt self conscious. You probably looked like a train wreck, and this man was observing you under intense scrutiny and concern. He was… quite handsome. A blush crept onto your face the more he looked at you.
“Uh,” you articulated.
“Illya. A word.”
“Yes. You have said three of them.” The blond picked up the towel and tidied up the spots the other man must have missed. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that this…Illya…cared for you.
Wait a minute, you DIDN’T know better. You couldn’t even remember the date much less who this admittedly attractive man was to you.
“Listen to me, damn it! Y/N has amnesia.”
Everyone froze. After what seemed like an eternity, the dark haired man spoke again.
“Y/N,” he spoke slowly and motioned to himself and the blond, “Do you remember who either of us are?”
Your head felt like it was going to burst. You tried. You tried so hard to really SEE their faces and find some connection to your past but you brought up nothing. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing.
“No. I’m sorry, but I don’t.”
The silence was broken with the sound of glass shattering into a million pieces.
I loved The Man from U.N.C.L.E so much (watched it for the first time a few months ago) @3@ If you haven’t seen it already…well…get to it. I’ve been drawing a lot of Kylo Ren trash lately so I needed a little break.