Before we get into the story, I would really like to thank @ali6ce ! She's a total sweetheart and an amazing writer. She also gave me the inspiration to write this book, from a prompt she left on my one-shot book. Please check her out, she's lovely and a complete angel!

I'd just like you to know, this story is based off 'Agent Attack' in my one-shot book, is set roughly in the same universe but slightly different. In this AU, Virgil quit his job a few years ago while Patton, Logan and Roman are still working at theirs.

Anyway, to the story!

"Hey, cutie," Purred the young woman. She was well-toned, meaning she wasn't one of the floozies who went to the gym just to check out the guys. At least she could get respect for that.

"Hi," Virgil replied quietly, focusing solely on lifting his body up on the bars. There was barely any effort in it, he had done better.

"You look like you come here a lot," She teased. He did. "Would you mind teaching me a few tips?"

Virgil decided to play oblivious as he let himself land quietly on the gym floor. "I'm sorry, I'm not an instructor here. There are some classes you can book at the desk, if you want."

The woman looked a little put-out, but she tried not to let it leak into her voice as she said. "I dunno, I find their tips don't always work. Maybe you have a few?"

Shrugging, Virgil feigned apology. "I'm really sorry, but I don't really have any. Besides, I was just going."

The girl hesitated then glared. "Jeez, you could've just said you weren't interested."

"And it would've upset you. So, I tried to gently let you down."

She was about to snap back another answer until she realised what Virgil had meant. Instead of thanking him for his kind denial, the woman spun on her heel and walked back to a mat where a few weights were. Virgil got back to work.

He didn't need to do this anymore. But, he did. It was a hard habit to get out of. Besides, what was a bit of muscle? Virgil knew how Important it was to stay in good condition. You never know when you'd need it.

The man sighed as he easily pulled his body up and down, hoisted high off the floor. He was definitely the fittest person here. The big bodybuilders in the corner weren't as strong as him. The boxers throwing fists in the arena weren't as strong as him. The people lifting deadweight weren't as strong as him but they looked it. Because Virgil just had to be naturally scrawny and small.

With a yawn, the emo saw his phone buzz and light up, on the bench. He dropped silently onto the matt beneath the pull-up bars and walked over, picking it up.

patton(roomie): Do you want pasta or pizza for dinner? Roman says he wants some classic Italian

Virgil unlocked his phone by lifting it on-level to his face, the face ID managing to pick up who it was despite the light sweat and greasy bangs.

Me: idk, pasta sounds good

Me: rlly don't care much, get whatever

patton(roomie): Ok, kiddo, will do

patton(roomie): when will You b home?

Me: i'll start coming back now

Me: send logan to pick me up?

patton(roomie): Logans a little busy rn

patton(roomie): will Roman do?

Me: sure, y not?

Me: yh, princey can pick me up

Me: cya

patton(roomie): cya, kiddo!

Virgil smiled lightly down at his screen and then turned it off. He picked up his duffel bag and zipped it open. Inside was a stick of deodorant, a sweat-free shirt, his headphones, a bag of toffee and his headphones. After putting on some deodorant swiftly, Virgil took off the tank top he had been wearing for his work out and discarded it on the bench, picking up the long-sleeve instead. He never managed to be ashamed of small changes like that when at the gym. Some guys were worse.

Pulling out his headphones, he nestled them on his head and put on one of his many, many Spotify playlists, selecting a random one. Shoving the things he didn't need back in the bag, Virgil picked up his jacket. It was patchwork, heavy and comfy. It hid his strength from his roommates because he knew they'd ask too many questions if they saw. And they were very good at asking questions.

Virgil left the gym of the leisure centre, quickly making a beeline to the vending machine and slotting in a few cents. He thumped in the number he wanted and a pack of Skittles fell to him. He reached his hand through the slot, picking it up and tearing it open, popping a small combination of orange, yellow and green in his mouth.

He strolled cockily out into the lobby,  and walked up to the front desk, signing out and flashing the worker at the desk his membership card. Virgil walked out into the late evening air, feeling the cold rush to his warm face and cool him. Knowing Roman would take a while, he crossed the busy street to the Starbucks on the other side.

It was pretty busy for a late night in November, but there was no queue as he walked up to the counter.

His eyes scanned over the menu, even though he didn't need to. "I'll have the Caffè Mocha, please," He requested quietly.

"Sure, coming right up, what's your name?"

"Virgil-"

"Alright, Victoria, we'll get your drink out to you in a minute."

Virgil narrowed his eyes at the young, spotty teen behind the counter but he knew that causing a fuss when he had such a short temper would probably end up with a few bodies, probably dead. So, he moved to the wall and pulled out his phone and texted Patton.

Me: tell romano that i'll be in Starbucks

patton(roomie): Will do x

He smiled softly and then crossed his arms and waited, staring out of the window at the flashing street across from him. 

"Vector!" Yelled out the obnoxious teen's' voice.

Any peace Virgil had in him was lost as he walked over and snatched his drink off the counter. "Not my name, Stephanie."

"My name's Sam-"

"And I couldn't be more interested," Virgil replied. 'Stephanies' co-workers laughed at him and the teen flushed. Virgil spun on his heel, stalking out like a boss and letting the door swing shut behind him.

A few minutes later, a large sports car pulled up and the window rolled down. Music was blaring but at a respectable volume and Virgil's' polar opposite leaned out of the window.

"Get in, loser, we're going shopping!" Roman quoted, receiving an arched eyebrow in response.

Virgil opened the back door and climbed in. Then, just because he knew it annoyed Roman, he climbed over the gearbox into the spare front seat and put his feet up on the dashboard. "Hey, princey." He said, smirking at Roman's' wince.

"Gesu', sei carino," Breathed Roman.

Virgil scowled. "You know I don't speak Italian, Roman."

Roman shrugged. "Good. Your confusion is a triumph that I shall relish in, mio principe oscuro."

The emo blinked slowly. "What-?"

"Onward, to adventure!" Called out Roman, stomping on the gas, and pulling out.

Roman was the most reckless driver Virgil ever had had the misfortune of knowing. He hurtled blindly as high as he could legally manage while blaring musicals that he sang to enthusiastically. Today, it was 'Mean Girls'.

Roman was also the most attractive driver Virgil ever had had the pleasure of knowing. He had lived in Italy for sixteen years of his life and spoke it fluently, which he would always use to his advantage. His hair was golden and shining, his skin was well tanned, and his eyes were light brown. He was healthy, glowing and pretty muscular. He was your classic, 'celebrity crush', 'movie star' type and Virgil had no qualms admitting that he found Roman quite attractive. But the dude wasn't his type.

Probably. Well, who knows? Virgil wouldn't seek out a relationship but sure as hell wouldn't say no. Roman was just one of those guys.

However, like a broken mirror of Roman, Virgil looked small, helpless and weak. His hair was once black but had been died bright purple. His eyes were green, like emeralds, or like a snake. Someone had once described his eyes to be like a dragon's', which had completely confused him because dragons weren't exactly real? But, he had taken the compliment anyway. His skin was pale, and he had sharp, fang-ish teeth. Virgil couldn't speak Spanish, but he could speak Chinese, Russin, Polish and Indian. He used to get around a lot.

But not anymore.

He just stuck inside his new-found bubble, and he was too scared to venture out of it. The sports car hurtled down a few streets and pulled up to the apartment block that Virgil stayed in. He hopped out of the car and approached the building's' door.