u quote steve & kick ass
You smiled at James and grabbed your keys. You locked the door as you left, thinking about how strange this situation was. You were human, so obviously you were nervous as hell. A scary, bleeding, probable criminal sat in your house as you went to buy him a shower chair, WILLINGLY. You thought you must be crazy, but you threw on your jacket and walked to the street. You got in your car and headed to the store. Gripping your steering wheel so hard, your knuckles turned white, you thought of the men looking for "the asset". Is that James? Obviously James was running from something, but who were they? Why didn't they call him James? What did he do? Or what did they do to him...? You could tell he wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he seemed your type. You cursed under your breath. Yep, Y/N had a type. Hot, mysterious guys with nice hair. It often got you into trouble as well. Well, enough of that, you thought. Pulling into the parking lot, you wondered why there were police everywhere. You never watched the news, never listened to the radio. Little did you know, they were all looking for James. Of course, you had your suspicions, I mean come on, the man had a metal arm and was bloody. There had been a lot of havoc lately, aliens and all that, maybe James was just an injured citizen? With a metal arm and the blood of other people on him....But, you decided to ignore all that. James seemed like a good man. You trusted your instincts..
Running into the store- you must've spent 10 minutes in the car- you headed to the bathroom area. Grabbing the cheapest shower chair you could find, you realized you forgot your wallet. You cursed under your breath, yet again. You put the item back and left the store pouting.
Once you got back home you wanted to cry! You were so dumb! Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear the crash of a picture frame breaking, or notice the fact that the door was unlocked.... Opening the door , you saw James -fighting?! It was a scary guy(not as scary as James) and a few others. They saw you enter, and laughed all creepily. "Ohohoh! The asset brought us a whore!" One dickbag said. You scoffed, scared out of your mind. The asset is James...But, you're adrenaline was pumping, and you were mad. "That's it. Get out." Whoever was trying to fight James quit and raised his eyebrows. "You.... think we'll take orders from a girl?? HAHAHAH." He laughed. You batted your eyelashes and said cheerily," Yep, motherfucker!" He sneered and lunged towards you. Now, you were .... very inexperienced with fighting, but you were pretty fit, and were smart. While you ducked, he fell straight outside, past your screen door you held open. You quickly kicked him in the face. He passed out, you guess. I think I broke his nose, you thought. Apparently, that brought James out of his trance. He grabbed someones gun and pointed it at them. You hissed,"James! That will attract attention!" He sighed and dropped it, then managed to knock them all out, pretty dang fast. You still didn't know who they were. You started tapping your finger against your leg, a nervous tic. "Oh boy, what do we do with them...???"
James shrugged. You mentally facepalmed. You lived near apartments, and they could probably see someone breaking in, so you made up a shitty 5 minute plan for how to get rid of them, and suspicion in general. You laughed a bit and said,"Throw them in the dumpster?" He looked at you funny and said, "They know where you live. You're in danger now..." You became very uncomfortable and said in a small voice, "Do we need to kill them?" Tears sprang in your eyes. Not that you cared about these assholes, but killing someone is frigging scary! James shook his head. What? "I'll do it. I... I'm sorry for dragging you in this.." You looked him right in the eyes and said,"It was my choice, punk!" His eyes had a bit of recognition in them, and you wonder if someone has said that before.