You ran a hand through your hair, stressed and annoyed. You had every right to fight, you had trained and trained until you were at your prime; that wasn't good enough in some people's eyes. Brigitte was stronger and better at fighting than you were but that didn't mean you shouldn't fight by her side. She took a role in fixing her colleagues armour in the field whilst protecting them and fighting by their side. You were nowhere near as equipped at building and fixing armour, but you could do everything else she could to nearly the same standard, which said a lot seen as you had never been in the field before.

"You can't just say I can't go because you don't want me to. I am as good as anyone out there, so why can't I join you?" You frowned.

Brigitte worried a lot about her peers let alone about her girlfriend, but either way you worried about her yet didn't interfere with her work. Every time she went on a mission, you worried about her welfare however it seemed a better option to be out there with her, so you could help her if she needed it.

"I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop worrying," she sighed. "I love you. And I don't want to see you get hurt."

Your expression softened, unable to be angry at her about protecting you.

"I love you too Brigitte. However, I worry about you every day you are out there; I would rather be with you though so that I can protect you. We are a great team, we could do wonders," you grinned.

She shook her head. "I don't want to be out there and see you get hurt. I'd worry so much, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you as I should have stopped it."

You took her cheeks in your hand, cupping her face so that you could look deeply into her eyes.

"Brigitte, I promise that I am ready for this. I am going to worry about you too but that cannot stop us both from living our lives and fighting for good," you smiled softly.

"Fine but I'm not happy about it. If you get even the smallest graze, you are never going back out there," she stated firmly.

"Deal," you chuckled, still cupping her cheeks and leaning in to press a kiss to her lips lovingly.

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Written by Charlotte.

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