Male Reader in this oneshot!!!!

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Leap of faith and other acrobatics are part of your life as an assassin. As one of Britain's secret agents, you were trained really good. At least, the prime minister allowed you to use your blade.

It all changed when you got assigned with Crowley and Vivian. They find you really crafty and flexible. Crafty in a way that you could surprise them suddenly with your tricks.

"Bloody hell, Y/n! You nearly scared us to death!" Crowley yelled, still holding a rifle.

You knew he was about to shoot any hostile. You kind of observed that his next intuitive was to shoot you.

"Stop fooling around, goof!" Vivian yelled.

Vivian, your crush, was so annoyed with your actions towards her. Scaring was the rare things that should happen to her.

"I call that tricks of an assassin," you scoffed.

Tricks that were still fresh to most assassin. Hell, tricks that were easy of you are really born for it. If it still entered you, it required so much training.

"You know what I call that, Y/n? Tricks of trouble!" Crowley said angrily.

Furious and offended, you moved to the other pathway. You went on your own until you reached a certain distance where you heard yells and screams from afar. The voices were familiar.

It was Vivian.

Your whole self panicked and sprinted back from where you came. You could have leave them alone because of pissing you off.

As you ran, you saw four Nazis dragging Vivian and Crowley. You initiated your attack by silently throwing two daggers at them.

You aimed your pistol and fired at the guards in front of you. Your legs moved quickly to your comrades and helped them up.

"Thanks a lot, L/n," Vivian smiled.