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laurelsalexis · 11 months

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Hello there. May i kindly request Mason Whump? Perhaps with protective Nadia?

ask and you shall receive. this is a bit out of my element, but i tried.

read on ao3 // 4.1k words // nadia x mason

It was one of those moments where Mason wished that he was back to being Kyle with no memories, living in that stupid house, and lying about on a Saturday doing nothing. Instead, he was lying on the cement floor with a sharp pain in his chest, gasping for air, and trying his hardest to keep his mind together before he inevitably passed out. He didn’t really wish to go back to that life. Living a life where he didn’t know who Nadia was was nothing he ever wished for.

He blinked a few more times as Carter’s voice was loud in his ear. His hands moved across his body in a desperate fashion, soaked with blood or water, he wasn’t sure. He hoped it was water but as his hand came into view and he saw the flash of red his head fell back against the concrete and he let out a groan.

“Mason.” Nadia ran over to him, smacking lightly at his cheeks. “Mason, you have to stay awake.”

“No.” He answered with the only word he could manage to get out, soft and low, fading out completely. "I'm so tired."

When he woke up again, he was lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to the monitors. The constant beeping annoyed him within a second. He frowned as he pulled at the IV in his arm. It wasn’t that bad, was it? Probably. He recalled the brutal fight where he took multiple hits to his chest, stomach, and head that caused everything to be a little fuzzier than he wanted it to be.

“You’re awake.” Nadia whispered as she got up from the chair and walked over to the bed. Her fingers ran through his hair.

Mason instinctively moved away from her touch. Things were fraught between them and he didn’t know what she was thinking, ever; instead, he allowed the wall to remain between them with his secrets slowly being exposed. He certainly didn’t think things were good between them. “How long have I been out?”

“Three days.” She pulled her hand back.

Mason did his best to sit up in bed. His entire body was sore and it felt like his ribs were broken. “Fuck.” He muttered softly under his breath. When he looked over at Nadia, she looked worse for wear. The scar he knew wasn’t there before was healing above her eyebrow. She was definitely up to something while he was passed out in the bed.

“Take it easy.” She whispered gently as her hand met his shoulder and tried to get him to lay back down.

“We can’t waste our time here.”

Her voice was as stern as her look. “You are not going anywhere.”

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Someone has to.”

He tried not to glare at her. She was just trying to be nice to him; a niceness he knew he didn’t deserve. It took him no time at all before he was ripping the IV out of his arm, the machines blaring, but he didn’t care. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and had to bite back the amount of pain he felt throughout his entire body. “Let’s go.”

“You are not going anywhere.” There was no room for arguing. “Lay back down.”

“And what? It’s our daughter.” It was a cheap shot; one that would work.

“I know that.” She didn’t move. “I know that," she repeated, "that’s why I have been out there every day figuring things out and here every night so you don’t go do something stupid.”

“Get out of my way.” It was a threat even with his weakened stance and the way the words came out far shakier than he intended.

“I will put you down.”

“Try me.” He had to grab onto her arms as he stood, trying his hardest to steady his balance. He gripped her so hard that his knuckles were white. Still, he refused to sit back down even if it was the best idea.

“I don’t need to try very hard.” Her eyebrows raised, a look of triumph on her face. “Will you lay back down?”

“No.” He finally gained the courage to stand without her help. It hurt but he felt better simply standing there and not moving. A few minutes of her glaring at him lasted before he took a step to the side. Slowly and carefully with how shaky he was. He just couldn’t stay in that room and be monitored when he knew exactly what they needed to do. They didn’t go all the way to Italy for him to be committed to a hospital for the unforeseeable future.

Citadel was coming back slowly after the destruction he and his mother caused. Some secrets he still held and he couldn’t bear to look at Nadia and tell the truth. Instead, he allowed her to think whatever she thought and for him to act as if nothing ever happened. Made him kind of a pussy but he didn’t care.

He only had one thing on his mind as he walked around the room, slowly feeling the pain and tension burning every muscle and nerve in his body. Nadia said something to him but he ignored her as she grabbed his clothes from off the chair. When she offered to help him get dressed, he brushed her off. He needed to do it for himself. For his own sanity.

As if he had any sanity left.

They were so close to bringing the Zani family down that he wasn’t going to let that go because he was a little injured. Wasn’t the first time. He took a bunch of painkillers and decided to be on his way.

None of it was a good idea but as the cool night air hit him it was the right choice. Their temporary Italian station was only suffocating him.

Nadia was right behind him. “I’m driving.”

Not something up for discussion as Nadia got into the driver’s seat and Mason was in so much pain, he could barely get into the car without screaming out. He managed and relaxed, somewhat, as the two-hour drive took them to the mansion lit by the moon. They didn’t talk about anything of substance the whole way; he was too lost in his own mind to entertain small talk as if they didn’t have the history they did.

He was grateful when they stopped outside of the mansion. Dealing with arms dealers was hardly his favorite, nor did he care for the Zani family, specifically. Nadia stopped the car a few blocks down so they wouldn’t be made immediately. He popped a few painkillers he stuck in his pocket for moments such as those. He stepped out of the car and after a stumble he found his balance as he walked around to the trunk. He popped it open and found a sea of firearms for them to use in situations such as those.

He grabbed his preferred gun and tucked it in the small of his back and put another one on his leg. Things Kyle had no idea about came second nature to Mason as he grabbed the knife and tucked the jacket closer to his body. He looked over at Nadia briefly who was assorting herself with weapons of her own.

They worked together effortlessly. It was everything else that was a mess.

He slowly began the walk up the road towards the house. It was lit up just enough and he was sure there were many guards in place. They would be stupid to have otherwise.

“You flank.” Mason all but ordered her.

“Absolutely not.”

Mason turned to narrow his eyes. “You flank. This is my mission.”

“And you almost got killed the other day dealing with them. You shouldn't even be here.”

“You want to go in alone. Be my guest.” He gestured to the gate and could already see the guards who definitely noticed them.

“Great, so you agree you flank.”

Nadia didn’t stay to continue the conversation as she moved closer, clearly winning the discussion. The gate opened without them needing to use the code, which meant they had been made. Well, fuck. Things were already not going to plan.

Mason didn’t hesitate as Nadia stepped through the gate. Her Italian was as good as he remembered as she did her best to charm them. It didn’t go well when he saw the first punch being thrown. If he was reckless so was she, but that didn’t seem like it was the best time to start that argument.

The pain was replaced with adrenaline as his own punch was thrown. His legs came in handy as the others tripped. A tumble into the ground as he swore his rib was breaking for the second time. A gasp, one he swallowed back, rolling on the ground until he caught his leverage and straddled the chest of the other. Hands around his neck as it was a quick snap that took much more effort than he ever thought that it did. They really lie when they make it seem like it was too easy to snap someone’s neck.

It wasn’t.

With his hands against the chest of the corpse he caught his breath, head down. It was going to be more of a challenge than he thought.

His breath caught in his throat as Nadia offered her hand out to pull him up. He watched her as the three bodies were on the ground versus his one; she dropped his hand and they slowly moved towards the main house. The plan was to undo each Manticore family one by one. It seemed easiest to start with the Zani family instead of starting in other countries, even America.

He held onto the gun tightly as he stalked towards the main door of the property. He felt his heart race in a way that was very familiar to him; the one he got right before a mission where he was able to fight without thought, his body acting on instinct.

“ – Mason.” Nadia was quiet, pulling at the back of his jacket.

Mason stopped as he turned to look at her, a fist full of his jacket gave him no choice. “What?”

“Let me go first.”

“No.” It wasn’t just a pride thing but that was definitely part of it. A big part of him thought he deserved whatever happened to him and if nothing else a girl needed her mother.

“I am not asking.”

“And I am telling you no.” He forcefully moved from her grip and no matter how much pain he was in he found himself moving slowly, quietly, to the side entrance that Carter pointed out to him on the map they studied before they even took the flight to Italy. The code to the side door was exactly what he was told it would be. Nothing signaled an alarm went off. He stepped in as quietly as he could and started moving up the grand set of stairs. Not as opulent as the house that his own mother had, but she was someone he was saving for last.

If he even made it that far.

With each step he took his legs ached and his blood felt as if it was going to start spilling out of him. He didn’t care as he held the gun tight, pointing down, until he found one of the men he used to deal with well over ten years ago. A good for nothing lackey that took a bullet right between the eyes. At least his aim was still good.

Of course, that sent everything spiraling down.

“Really?” Nadia snarled at him but then as the bullets came from what seemed like a million different directions her back was to his. She took out as many men as she did. He ran up the stairs, tired already, as he moved through the first door he could open. He took an elbow to the jaw. He didn’t have any time to react as he found himself in a fight. His breath was heavy as he kneed the guy in the balls, having a groan let out that wasn’t his. He took his advantage before the two of them were rolling around the floor. The other man got a few good punches, one directly in his chest, before Mason found his strength as he hit the guy so hard, he could feel the bones in his hand crack.

Survival by any means necessary.

The room was empty except for the series of guns on the table. He grabbed one as his one and tucked it in his back after checking that it was loaded. He didn’t know where Nadia was; if anyone could handle herself it was definitely her. He took a moment to swallow back the blood pooling in his mouth.

“Shit.” He muttered to himself as he opened the adjoining door after he pressed his ear to make sure there were no sounds.

He stepped over a body.

Nadia.

She was definitely there already. He stepped over another and another before he made it to the other door. He could hear the fighting down the hall and the curses that came from Nadia were as clear as anything. He moved down the hall to help her. Until he felt the arm around his neck, pulling him until he passed out.

When he woke up, he was tied to the chair. His arms were well bound as were his legs to the chair. He spit out more blood that was pooling in his mouth. He couldn’t have been out long.

His eyes cast around looking for anything and anyone would tell him where they took him to. The drip from the faucet only seemed to further annoy him. Clearly, he didn’t think it through. He still wasn’t himself after getting his mind back, but being merged with Kyle, and forced to face all the shit he did that led him to being in some shitty room with the world’s worst faucet.

“You’re awake.”

The voice. He knew that voice. “Mother.” Of course, it was his mother. She never did anything to make his life better. She only ever tried to make it worse. When he went to her in order to get her help in finding Nadia, he never expected for the destruction to be as bad as it was. That didn’t absolve him of any sins. It just reminded him how stupid he was when it came to the women in his life.

“I see you are yourself, my darling boy.”

Mason could have thrown up at the mere sound of her calling him that. “If I’m your darling boy, why am I tied to this chair?”

“Because,” she walked closer to him, the back of her hand running along his cheek, “you and your wife are up to no good. Does she know the truth?”

His face hardened. “Where is she?”

“Never mind that.” Dahlia ran her fingers through his hair as if she was a doting mother.

“Where is she?” He asked again.

“Learning the truth about Mason Kane.” She whispered and when she came into view again, she was holding a smirk on her lips. “Tell me, does she know I am your mother?”

“Yes.” It was the only thing he managed to tell the truth about.

“She seemed surprised, then.”

“Let me go.” Mason did his best to pull at the restraints on the chair to no avail; so forceful that the chair began to rock until his mother’s grip put a stop to it.

“Come.” Dahlia called out.

It was Nadia that came stumbling in. She did not look any better than he felt. There was blood in too many places and he was certain that the bruise on her eye was only going to get worse as the days went by. He tugged further at his restraints but found it impossible to break free.

“I hate your mother.” Nadia breathed out. Only then was she tossed onto the ground. Her groan was loud and echoed throughout the room.

Mason’s first instinct was to check on her. Tied to the chair he found himself furious and frustrated as he took in the man who came with her. Someone he hadn’t seen before, but since her other bitch boys seemed to be dead it didn’t surprise him.

“Why would my son choose to do such a thing?” She mused as she walked over to the male. He was taller than her but he seemed smaller with how she took over the room with her mere presence. “Come to kill the ones who are keeping him alive.”

Nadia looked over at Mason and only had a nod.

His brows furrowed. He didn’t know what she was up to and that made him worry about her fate. Mason long ago gave up on making sure that he was okay. He didn’t care anymore. He just needed Nadia and his daughters to be okay.

The male moved forward and that was when Nadia used her leg to trip him, holding the knife in his hand. It didn’t slip but rather went right into his eye. He was screaming. Mason was impressed. Her restraints around her arms were loose and suddenly she was making a move towards Dahlia. Watching the scene unfold before him reminded him of just how good Nadia was at her job, even if the moments when he doubted her.

He never saw fear in Dahlia’s face before. She looked terrified. He was glad. She stepped back but it didn’t take Nadia long to have the gun pointed at her head, arm wrapped around her neck, holding her tight to her.

“My turn.” She whispered into her ear as she watched Mason.

He swallowed. What felt as if they were actually going to make it out of there alive, he felt the cool metal against his throat. The blade dug into his skin. He didn’t swallow or move. He didn’t want his throat slit.

“An eye for an eye.” Dahlia spoke. “You kill me, he kills Mason. Then again, maybe that is what you want. You did hide away with your child. I don’t blame you,” she whispered, only smiling, speaking to Nadia as she looked at Mason, “my son is not fit for anything. Not even being my son.”

Words that would have hurt a decade ago held no impact on him. He stopped chasing after the affection of his mother the moment he realized she had no mercy for him. She was going to kill Asha without a second thought and used him to kill nearly all of Citadel. She would not hesitate with him. She had no love for anyone but herself; he didn’t even believe she loved his father but merely used him as an excuse to appeal to him that day.

“Do it.” Mason said, eyes locked on Nadia. “It’s okay.”

“Fuck that.” Nadia dismissed as she rolled her eyes.

“It was me.” He confessed. “I was the leak.”

“I know.” Nadia admitted. “But I’m not going to let them kill you because your own guilt has you suicidal.”

“I’m not suicidal.” Maybe he was just not in the traditional sense. But if only one of them was going to get out alive it was going to be her. The blade was tighter against his throat. He bit down on his lip to keep from crying out but that only had him pooling more blood into his mouth. “Do it.”

“You would kill your own mother?” The male behind him spoke.

“She’s no mother.” He ground out as he shifted his gaze to the woman who gave birth to him. She never did anything else for him. Maybe being a fucked-up person was in his blood, but he wasn’t going to be the cause of Nadia’s death. “Nadia, please.”

It was the nod from Nadia that caused the blade to slice against his throat. The gun went off then, the body thudding behind him. She held onto Dahlia tighter, causing her to try to claw at Nadia’s arm, choking out. She bit down on Nadia’s arm.

“Bitch.” But she moved around to the front of her with the gun pointed at Dahlia.

The sound of the gunshot must have alerted the others as to what was going on. Three men came rushing in. There were probably more; unless they used their brains and ran off before they could become another casualty.

Nadia undid Mason’s ties as Dahlia escaped out of the room. “You’re not doing this alone.”

“Get out.” Mason told her as he turned his head to look at her.

“I am not leaving your side.”

He didn’t understand why she was so stubborn. “Why not?”

“Now, Mason?” She glared at him but ultimately pulled him from the chair as three men moved closer to the two of them. The gun jammed and Nadia ended up throwing it without a second thought. She took on one man while he took on another. Mason was hit in the chest and that sent him stumbling back. He had the wind knocked out of him. He gasped for breath as he grabbed at his bleeding throat. He coughed. Fuck. He never should have left that hospital. It was too late now.

Mason grabbed the knife that fell on the floor and shoved it in the chest of the guy that came running towards him. He fell to the floor and then Nadia was breaking nearly every surface in the room when the other came for Mason. He was tackled. His back hit the floor with a loud thud, letting out a loud groan of nothing but pain. There were bodies on either side of him as he took far too many punches. He was caught off guard. He managed to get a few hits of his own that gave him a chance to catch his breath.

The hits kept coming to every part of his body; his chest, his face, his neck, his stomach. The man had more energy than Mason did as the blood was rising up his throat and on the open wounds that were being created with each hit of his knuckles. He was going to die on that floor, he was sure of it. He began to fade until the man was yanked off of him and when he went flying across the room it was only Nadia, he could see above him.

“We have to go, love.”

“I can’t.” He could barely breathe let alone think or move from the comfort of the cool floor. His gaze faded as she became nothing more than a blurred vision. “I can’t.” He blinked a few times as he tried his best to find some stream of consciousness.

“Mason! Mason!” She was frantic. “You need to stay with me.” She begged as she pulled him up. “Mason, don’t give up.”

He managed to find his footing enough to stand as he leaned against her body. He was warm. Everything felt so fucking warm.

“The house is on fire now.” She whispered as she dragged him out of the room.

The words barely registered with him as she practically dragged him down the stairs. He did the best that he could and tried not to send them both tumbling down the stairs. His mind was foggy and so was everything else. He wanted to sleep, but also felt like he was going to be sick.

“I can’t, Nadia.” He whispered out as he found himself falling to his knees right as they passed through the front door, “go.”

“I’m not leaving you.” She said for the millionth time that night. “Just a few more steps. Think of Hendrix and Asha.”

His daughters. He looked over at Nadia, focusing all too hard on her and he found himself able to stand. Enough so they were past the gates as the fire grew from one room to the entire building. As soon as he got to the car, he ended up collapsing against it. It felt so cool against his skin as he began to cough. More and more blood was coming from him. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to make it to the hospital with how shit he felt.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Disgusting.

“Can you, uh,” he had to breathe, swallow back the mix of saliva and blood, “take me to the hospital?”

“Yeah,” Nadia whispered as she moved to help him into the passenger seat, “and when you’re better we have a lot to talk about, Mason.”

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