New mission

                                    

                                          
A/n: possible smut ahead ( nothing hardcore.)
After the ad was finally shot, Y/n and Ben returned to the Vought building, and her mood was a bit bad, but him? He was absolutely good.
They barely exchanged a word as they made their way to the meeting room, where the rest of the Payback team was already gathered. Everyone knew something big was about to be announced.
Stan waited for them all to settle before speaking.
"Payback...you are all being assigned to a mission named Operation Charly."
Ben narrowed his eyes and was immediately suspicious.
"What exactly are we supposed to do?"  
He spoke everyone's mind.
Stan's expression didn't change.
"You'll be supporting the CIA in their efforts. Specific details will be provided later, but understand this... this mission is crucial to our interests. It's a chance to prove Payback's value in a global context."
" For once! Can you fucking give us the full context?" Ben scoffed.
But before anyone could ask more questions, Stan cut them off with a sharp wave of his hand. 
"Questions are irrelevant.This is a directive from the top. You will all follow orders."
The room fell silent. There was no room for debate or moral objections here. The decision had been made and they were expected to fall in line.
Stan looked around the room.
"Prepare yourselves. This operation is going to test all of you in ways you've never been tested before. Fail, and there will be-"
"Consequences. Yeah whatever." Ben cut him off.
Stan just smirked at him.
With that, he turned and left the room, leaving the team to digest the information of what they were being asked to do.
But no one dared to say anything further. The decision had been made and now, all they could do was follow.
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Y/n was lounging in her room, casually flipping through a magazine, trying to focus on anything other than the things going on.
Just as she began to lose herself in the distraction, the door swung open and Ben strolled in as if he owned the place.
Her momentary peace shattered and her eyes narrowed in irritation. 
"What the hell are you doing here now?" she snapped and did not care if he sensed the anger in her voice.
Ben didn't even flinch at her hostility. He simply leaned against the doorframe and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.
"Is that any way to greet your husband?" He sarcastically smiled.
Y/n rolled her eyes and was already fed up. 
"You've been nothing but a pain today, Ben. Just leave me alone, will you?"
But Ben wasn't having it. He pushed off from the door and went over to where she sat, deliberately slow as he enjoyed how her annoyance grew with his each step. 
"Come on, sweetheart...you know you love having me around."
Y/n glared at him and her patience rapidly wore thin. 
"I don't have the energy for this stupid crap of yours. Just go, Ben. I'm not in the mood."
He ignored her and  took a seat on the edge of the bed and was uncomfortably close. He reached out and flicked the magazine from her hands and sent it skidding across the floor.