#john garrett oneshot

“You know I’m not the person that they described to you, right?” Garrett questioned, watching as you opened up a bag in front of him.

With a sigh, you set down the medical supplies. “No, you’re very much the same.” You mumbled, focusing on pulling out the correct medical supplies. It’s not like you were an expert, but you had picked up a few things from your mother - who had been a field medic in the war. 

“No, see I haven’t tried to end the world because there’s something wrong with me, that’s different. And, I’m currently alive.” He responded, that large grin of his covering his face. 

“I didn’t know that version of you, doesn’t make you any less of a giant dickhead.” You commented as you sat in front of Garrett, pouring some antiseptic onto a cloth as you glanced at his wounds to figure out which one you should take care of first. “And, you’re going to do that stuff in the future, anyway.” You said, finally deciding where to place your cloth, setting it lightly on his skin so as to not cause any pain - of course, there would be some pain, but you had hoped to keep it as gentle as possible.

The two of you had been friends for a while, your minimal experience with first aid and John’s willingness to get into dangerous situations made him feel the need to have you on his side. Though his eccentric personality was often a lot for you, as well as his lack of general morals on most fronts. You had taken a great liking to the man, despite both of those things. He was the same age as you, tall, attractive, funny in a cynical and mad type of way. 

Had it not been for the liking that you took to the man you most likely wouldn’t be sitting there with him at that very moment, dealing with SHIELD agents from the future and him doing more than evil things. You weren’t being manipulated into this by any means, though you didn’t know what he’d do if you left, you had no desire to leave. Although you had no idea why or how, you cared about the man in front of you - more than you were willing to admit. 

You were drawn back to reality as you heard a sharp intake of breath, most likely from the antiseptic. “I don’t have to do that stuff in the future, I can do something else.” John reasoned, mostly trying to distract himself from the stinging - though you’d patched up his wounds countless times, he was probably used to it in most capacities. 

“I don’t care what you do in the future, it’s not like you’re an angel now.” You responded, only half-into the conversation as you cleaned the blood off of his face, not really taking note of how close you were sitting since you were so focused on cleaning up the wounds as quickly as possible before they could become especially harmful. “I’ve stuck with you for a while, I’m not too sure I’ll ever have a desire to leave.” 

“Yeah, why is that anyway? Is it because I’m so charming?” Garrett questioned, raising an eyebrow as you moved your hand down to clean the blood off of his chin. “Because I’ve fucked you over a lot, and I never forced you to stay. Unless you thought I was forcing you... because I wasn’t.” He commented as he watched you work.

You paused for a second, not really knowing how to answer his question, before continuing to wipe off the blood. “I know you weren’t forcing me to stay, and if you tried to I would have kicked your ass.” You replied, moving to clean the blood from his ear out before setting the cloth down beside you. “I just… care about you.” You finally mumbled out as you grabbed the package of butterfly bandages from beside you.

“You care about me?” He questioned, watching as you opened up one of the bandages and applied it to one of the wounds on his face. “Well, that’s a relief.” He replied.

As soon as you finished applying the band-aid you dropped your hands, your face going deadpan as you met the man’s eyes. “Do you seriously just say, ‘that’s a relief’ as I spend my time unfucking the wounds on your face?” You questioned. “This is what I meant when I called you a giant dickhead.” You replied, poking the man in the forehead and picking up one last band-aid, noting another wound that was still slightly bleeding.

“I care about you too, obviously, or I wouldn’t insist that I bring you everywhere with me.” He replied, watching as you scoffed and went to open the band-aid.

“You bring me everywhere with you because you don’t know what to do if you get a bruise.” You teased as you lightly pressed the band-aid to John’s wound, making sure to keep it as closed as possible without hurting him.

“That’s not true, you’re my closest friend-”

“I’m your only friend-”

“That’s true, but I’m being serious, I really do care about you.” He finally said, watching as your eyes snapped to meet his, trying to detect some sort of lie within them. 

Despite your best efforts, you didn’t find a lie within his expression; your hand presently rested on the wound on his face seemingly wasn’t dropping. It was then that you finally noticed how close the two of you were sitting, that if you were to inch forward a tiny bit you would be sitting in the man’s lap rather than in front of him, that you would be able to feel his breath fanning over your face. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung caring about you onto you, I have no idea how to respond to that.” You finally breathed out, your voice wavering a tiny bit as your eyes flickered over John’s face.

“You could kiss me, just because you know we might di-” There wasn’t much thought going through your brain as you took his offer, interrupting his sentence to press your lips against his as you felt his hands rest on your hips - as best as they could with the handcuffs still on - and pull you to sit on top of his legs, seemingly to make it easier. Of course, you couldn’t resist letting a hand rest within that floppy dark hair that you had come to admire so much.

As you both pulled away, you panting and your partner’s face twitching back into that giant grin of his that you also admired a lot, you finally noticed one more thing. You noticed how Garrett had made you feel from the moment that you had met him, and how you had-oh-so-willingly followed every single thing he did like a groupie. You noticed that you were in love with the man, which was why you refused to watch his future when you were given the chance. 

“I think I’m in love with you-” You mumbled out before you could stop yourself, second away from jerking back and running off so you didn’t have to deal with the fallout of what you had just said, but he just pulled you closer.

“That’s really cool because I’m in love with you too, you can… you can be the peanut butter to my jelly.” He said, the toothy-grin only expanding as he watched your concerned face break into laughter.

“Fine, that just makes you the sticky one that you rush to the sink to clean off.” You mumbled, rather playfully as you finally collected yourself from the incredibly odd way he had decided to label your relationship. “But that does prove to me one thing, you know.” You finally said, letting your hand that was still resting over the wound move to cup John’s cheek. 

“What’s that?” He questioned, watching you with the smile still ever-present on his face.

“It proves that you’re still the version you I know, because nobody over the age of twenty-five would ever say ‘you’re the peanut butter to my jelly’ under any circumstance.” You said with another laugh.

He laughed along with you for a moment before pressing another light kiss to your lips. “You know we’ve gotta go out there at some point.” 

“No, you can just teleport, they’ll never know. We can find an abandoned cottage, pretend we’re French farmers. They’ll never find us.” You commented dreamily, only half-joking.

“As nice as your plan to elope is, I can’t really teleport with these on.” He said, you finally taking note once again of the fact that you were both essentially being held as prisoners at the moment. You hadn’t done anything, but you were complicit in him doing things, and you weren’t really willing to leave the man’s side under any circumstance.

With a sigh, you rested your head against his, even for just a moment. “Why don’t you just break that?” You proposed, fiddling with the device only to have your hands slapped away.

“That could hurt me, stop it.” He whined, not really understanding what the advanced handcuffs could really do to him, or you, if you tried to break him out of them. “You know,” He started, completely changing the subject from the matter as if to keep you from trying to break him out. “I could tell you what happens to us in the future because I’m pretty sure that you’ll lo-”

Your hand covered his mouth, shaking your head rapidly. “I don’t want to know, because I’m pretty sure I know enough,” you responded, watching his head tilt in confusion. You lowered your hand from his mouth and continued, “SHIELD left you for dead, and you joined a shitty organization to retaliate. They both fucked you over, which is why, once this whole thing is over, I think we should do something different.” You finally concluded, watching his confused face turn into yet another smile. 

“You really wanna elope with me, huh?” He teased, pressing another kiss to the corner of your lips as they formed into a pout. “Maybe once this is all over - from what I can tell, you were the only good part of my future anyway.” He finally said, maybe he would have continued to but Phil and May had come through the door - you were out of time.