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Kay/o x reader fic where hes on a mission with reader who has new radianite powers but is afraid of him bc of his suppression?

I'm sorry, didn't know if you wanted it to be platonic or romantic so the interactions in this fic can be interpreted either way;;

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

"Just one mission... It's fine! I'm fine. New agents don't get to complain."

The cool metal of the ghost met your fingertips as you felt it over to familiarize yourself with it. Alright… concentrate. Grip firm, target clear. Take aim and fire.

BANG! It flopped back before springing up to life again. You fell into a rhythm and shot down the moving buggers for a while before deciding you were warmed up enough. A quick check-in with the clock read only 30 minutes to head back, suit up and check your gear.

Rubbing your palms together, you zoned in on the nearby walls. Hmm, nothing that can break and there's quite a bit of environment to work with… Good. You take off your shoes and put them into your training pack, it was time to make a dash for your room. With a playlist blasting from your phone, you were ready to go.

The wind blew against you as you made the hasty ascent up the side of the building, jumping and running on the walls to get to the fastest route. A certain robot watched as you scurried past the hallways and skidded back into your room to get ready, intrigued.

…

You arrived at the helipad, nervously waiting for the "toaster". The sun rose above the clouds and when you turned to look back at the entrance, the ground suddenly appeared more interesting. Pleasedon'tsayhipleasedon'tsayhipleasedon'tsayhiplea-

"Hello, Agent Veil."

Shit.

"H-Hey, Kay/O! Looking forward to working with you…!"

Thankfully your suit had a high collar so he couldn't see the strained smile you were putting on. You shuffled to the side a bit, wary of him. If he noticed your behavior, he didn’t say it. The whirr of the jet engine serves as the only obstacle for awkward silence. That, and Kay/O's cooler fans.

A few moments passed and suddenly, a hologram of the site's layout was presented before you. The pop-out sound it made startled you, causing you to step away from him. The look(?) he gave you after a pause had you sweating, he was definitely going to ask. For now, though, he decided to go over the plan.

His hands swiped over the projection swiftly as he ran you through, detailing any potential dangers. You nodded along, taking mental notes on the exits in case of an emergency. There wasn't much you needed to do, just locate the radianite, grab it and get the hell out.

You slipped your shoes off and prayed that there wouldn't be any random sharp rocks or broken glass on the ground. Unfortunate that your enhanced grip only applied to your skin, so your fingers and feet had to be exposed. The aircraft landed further away from the storage facility to not raise any personnel's suspicion. Just as you were about to move in–

"Veil," he started.

"Yes! …I mean, yes?"

He slowly put his hand on your shoulder, you stood stiffly.

"Our missions require teamwork. Alone, we have weaknesses and strengths. But with others, we work together to become a strong and unshakable force. And of course, one very important part of collaboration is trust… So tell me, why are you so terrified of me?"

You looked up at him, he seemed genuinely concerned. You took the time to debate with yourself. If you kept your mouth shut, it would be on your mind the whole of the mission. If you told him, maybe he would understand…? Ahhh, fuck it.

"I… I'm scared. Not of you of course! I’m sure you’re a great pers– uh robot… I’m scared of your suppression. What if I get suppressed and I lose all my strength? What if my limbs stop working entirely…? What if I get hurt? Then we can't finish the mission and-"

He put his other hand on your shoulder and faced you.

"I'll never hurt an ally. You're safe with me, [Y/N]. I'm programmed to shut down enemies, not you," he reassured.

You stared up at him, thinking of what to say. A sigh left your lips as you put your hand atop his, showing him he had your trust.

"I'll try to not use it if that eases your worries."

"Thank you, Kay/O."

"No problem."

Your duo made it to a blind spot. From here, you would have to hack into their security and take out the guard stationed there. Knowing how underpaid those guys were, you could assume that they were sleeping on the job either figuratively or literally.

Though as easy as it sounded, you had to go in alone. You were the only human between the two of you and your powers were perfect for stealth operations. The android gave you a light pat on the back, encouraging you. The corners of your lips turned up, you thanked him once more before steadying your heart rate, taking a deep breath and holding it.

Your diaphragm initially was screaming for air but after the 5 minute mark, you were numb to it. The window was cut open and as you guessed, there was indeed a conked out guard resting on the office chair. You cracked a joke to yourself as you “took care” of him and locked the door. Swiftly, you made the cameras repeat their last few hours of activity on loop.

A sharp exhale left you as you signal down to your teammate, earning a thumbs up in return. You gave yourself a minute to breathe freely before inhaling the last batch of oxygen you would get for another few. You slowly opened the door, finding nothing in the halls and made your way to where the goods were marked out on the guard’s little laminate that he had around his neck. Any guard that was passing by couldn’t see you but you were going to have to move, quick. The building was terribly frigid and all you had brought was your radianite-infused suit.

It was silent save for the sound of the air conditioning as you turned the corners and walked to the room. There weren’t even locks on the doors as you could just open them freely. Shitty security indeed. Pushing a few crates to block the main door, you look for another entrance for Kay/O. You spot a backdoor and send your location to him. Not a minute later, he opened the aforementioned door. You let your breath go to give him a raised eyebrow. He responded by showing a hologram of the site and a blinking blue dot– your location. Oh.

Your hands pointed toward the heavy cases sitting on the ground, wondering how you were going to get them out. Your partner was about to pick them up but he quickly retracted his limbs and pulled you towards his mechanical body. Bullets whizzed past as he pulled you to cover. You mutter a string of curses from different languages and pull out the ghost from your holster.

"I thought it was fishy that everything was going so well…! Bloody hell."

A glance to your oxygen levels meter told you that any extended time of restricting your oxygen intake would cause some side-effects. Great timing. The air quality in the room was terrible too so you didn't get to replenish much of what you needed. You peeked out from the side of the wall only to whip your head back into cover as a ball of fire and ice whizzed your way. Great, mirror agents. Just what you needed.

“Kay/O, what should we do?”

“Try to get in on them, I’ll distract them.”

“But my oxygen levels are low… I can probably only hold my breath for another few minutes and even then I might have to run or climb which takes energy which needs more oxygen-”

He placed his arm on your shoulder, just as he did earlier. You stopped talking and stared up at him, expression worried.

“We can do this, I’ll distract them from here while you get behind them,” he whispered.

“Are you– “ you paused. He said that both of you could get out of this situation and when things get hard, the only thing to do is to believe. “...Okay, let’s do it.”

You took careful steps, each step was calculated as you didn’t want to create any sound to direct their attention to you. The look-a-likes advanced toward your partner, you walked up behind them and just when you thought you got them, a flameball was flung in your direction. You dodged by running to the side but in doing so, you created noise. Fuck. This. Bullets followed after and you had to continue sprinting to the nearest cover, some metal rack.

Your teammate, seeing you in trouble, threw a flash grenade out. It ricocheted against a wall and detonated in front of them. The Sage shot rounds at him, they pierced through some of his armor. You cursed and tried to run to a better spot to help him but as you were about to make a dodge roll, your head felt like it got hit by one of Breach’s concussions. The blood-oxygen meter beeped tauntingly, earning a few cusses from you. Armed with more flame charges, your opponent ran towards you, lobing one at the ground beneath your feet. It partially grazed your foot which fucking hurt like a bitch. A cry was ripped from your throat as you shot a few bullets at him, which he deftly dodged.

To stand you attempted but the searing pain on your flesh kept you from doing so. He was getting closer and you had nowhere else to hide. Panic arose in your chest, running through your veins and into your throbbing head. He sent out a flash, unfortunately in your direction. You held your angle and waited for him to get closer. The footsteps became increasingly loud and BANG! You fired. Your vision cleared only to see that he burst into flames. Shit. Then, a familiar knife landed on the wall next to you, a wave being emitted upon contact and after that, a resounding gunshot. You breathed a sigh of relief and promptly passed out.

…

Your eyes opened tiredly, the stuffed (and scuffed) chameleon the young agents gave you as a welcoming gift entered your view. Trailing your hand slowly to reach it, you pulled it towards you and hugged it to your chest. Your gaze shifts beyond it and you find the familiar sight of Kay/O’s face. You blinked before propping an arm to sit yourself up, which didn’t work because the second you did, you nearly fell and hit your head on the bed frame. The android caught your fall and lowered you back onto the fluffy pillow.

“...Did you get the radianite?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse.

“No, the guards came through and we had to escape,” he replied as he handed you a glass of water.

Quietly, you drank the glass. It took a while for you to formulate your sentence as you were still feeling like you got rammed by a truck. You gave the glass back to him and craned your neck to look at him properly.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been faster and stronger. I would’ve died if you didn’t save me.”

“What matters is that you’re back and safe, [Y/N]. You did not jeopardize the mission and you’re a perfectly capable agent.”

“...Thank you, thank you so much. That means… a whole lot to me,” you mumbled and then cracked a small smile. “You look more cuddly now, Kay/O.”

A laugh, at least that was what it sounded like was heard.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, my hugs could kill.”

You chuckled, letting the lightheartedness of his tone sink into your bones and perhaps into your heart.

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