Y/n got wounded badly, a bullet wound to the stomach. "Y/n!" Dominic was at her side in an instant. Flitting about like a chicken with its head cut off. Y/n laughed at him though it was weak.

"I'm okay Dom don't be so worried." He of course ignored her pulling her body close to his. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked holding his face in her hands. He chuckled.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She rolled her eyes kissing his cheek.

"Well you can't but I think it would be a rhetorical question at that point." She said teasingly. She hugged him tightly as if it would be the last time. "Don't know if I'm going on any missions after this." She said quietly. It was true Y/n's once legendary aim had gotten worse over the years to being out of the field.

"What you can't retire! Who else will watch my back!" He exclaimed clearly shocked. She chuckled having built up a tolerance to him and his occasional yelling. "I know you may be getting a little rusty bu-"

"I would halt that sentence before you're thrown out of this room lacking an ass."

"But you love me."
"Do I?"
"You better!"