#matrix x reader

You remembered it well. A man with dark skin. Long black trench coat. Glasses you were able to see behind. He called too you. After you left your work already overwhelmed and overworked. He knew your name yet you never met him before. It freaked you out. He told you about the matrix. He explained everything too you. It's not like you didn't believe him. Some part of you knew he was right deep down.

He gave you a choice. The red pill or the blue pill. You wanted to be left alone. You were tired and frustrated. You slapped the pills out of his hands, not entirely trusting him. Storming off back to you home. Leaving him behind it began to rain slowly. You walked till you reached an under pass. Watching as the rain grew heavy, hitting the ground with more force each second. Frustration began to boil over until you were interrupted by a black car pulling up beside you. Three men in dark grey suits and glasses you couldn't see though got out of the car.

The man Infront of you that you would later learn name was agent smith. Spoke to you.

"miss y/n, we have reason to believe you have been in contact with a dangerous criminal by the name of Morpheus. Please come with us, it's for your own safety"

You don't know why but you trusted him. Allowing yourself to take his outreach hand as he led you to the back of the car. When you got back to the building you learned all their names and they gave you another run down on the matrix. Since you didn't take the blue pill you still remembered all the information Morpheus told you.

Agent smith gave you a choice. Help them, l leave your job and have everything you needed provided for. You obviously took that offer. It took smith the longest to warm up too you though he was always a gentleman. Brown was always asking questions wanting to know your opinion on everything. Every question he asked, no matter the answer you gave was always followed up by 'but why?'

Jone....well.....was like a wall. He would act as a physical shield for you and took things to head on. If you were doubled over in pain due to something like the flu. And said "ugh I've been stabbed" this man would whip his head round so fast and move to your side you're convinced you didn't see him move. You always had to be incredible transparent with him.

Hanging with them was always nice....it's a shame it was all over.

Reality comes crashing back when the stinging in your abdomen only gets worse. Hands naturally moving to hold the area only to come back up to your line of vision covered in blood. Something happened. It happened so fast you didn't even have time to realise until it was too late.

A bomb went off or something. And bits of shrapnel flew everywhere and dust from the old building kicked up. You looked down slowly. Seeing a large bit of metal lodged in your abdomen wheezing slightly as your knees slowly gave away causing you to fall down onto your back. You didn't hit the floor hard. Like you had slowly be lowered onto the floor.

Looking up blinking away the tears and fuzzyness. Seeing smith as one hand pressed firmly into your side to stop the bleeding as one hand rested behind your head preventing you from slamming it into the floor.

You laughed weakly only to break out in a harsh cough. Smith wasn't looking at you as he focused on your wound pulling your top up to see the damage. You pressed a firm hand onto his chest in an attempt to push him away. This caught his attention as he looked up at you.

"Don't watch me die, i won't let this be your last memory of me"

You coughed up more. Something strange happened that you never thought would happen as Smith's hand rubbed your cheek bone. With an almost tenderness too it.

"this won't be, if I have anything to do with it"

Everything in-between that seems fuzzy. Unable to recall even moving. For a moment you thought you had died. Was this what death was like? Remembering your last moment. There was so much you wanted-"Ow!"

You groaned and tried to sit up. Eyes opening as you were firmly shoved back down. There was a sharp cling of metal on metal and gloves coming off. You vision coming back too you slowly. Brown had his back too you as he had discarded the metal shrapnel into a sterile tray. And was now removing his gloves. You were laying on the sofa inside the office you became so familiar with these past few months

Jones was kneeling next to you. His own blazer discarded over your knees as a blood filled IV linked your arm to his as blood traveled though it. It was almost like he could hear your thoughts.

"my blood is universal, it adapts. Don't worry"

He murmured as he ran his thumb over your forehead. Smith was by the large glass window. Hands behind his back as he looked out. Unmoving. Silent. Scary. Brown then came back into view.

"you almost died"

He mumbled as he put on a fresh pair of gloves and began to put small amount sof pressure around your wound looking for a reaction.

"don't have to tell me that. I was there"

I joked seemingly to raise my own mood and no one elses.smith snapped his head over to you.

"Don't joke like that"

He stated firmly as he faced you but made no move to come any closer.

"you are no longer going on mission"

He stated as if it was a fact. The others seemed to agree but made no move to speak up.

"what you ca-N'T!"

You whined as brown out pressure to close to your wound. He quickly apologised as Smith spoke up.

"we will give you paper work. Keep you busy"

"I don't want paper wo-RK! Are you doing that on purpose!?"

You asked brown as he put too much pressure again. He said nothing. In his terms that was a yes. Telling you silently to just shut up. Yet also showing his point but reminding you of your injury.

"you don't have a choice in the matter"

Jones shifted beside you as he pulled the iv out of his own arm but kept it in yours. He began to fiddled with the end of the iv as he pressed a liquid into it.

"this isn't a conversation you are involved in. Just go to sleep"

Smith

Smith HATES the snow…

…and also doesn't really hate it? Let me explain.

He doesn’t like how it causes roads and highways to be blocked off, electricity to go out, for office life to slow down, etc.

He thinks it’s gross when he sees how the cold can cause humans' noses to get all snotty

He hates the baggage it brings, it gives him a headache.

So, if you ask him if he liked it, he’d say no.

“It gets in my way.”

However, he has his secrets, cause that’s not the full truth.

He’d gladly peer out his office window to look at the white blanket coating the city. From afar, it looks very pretty to him.

He also likes it because when he’s chasing people who have broken from the Matrix, there’s a high chance they won’t fully pay attention to their surroundings and slip while running.

“You shouldn’t run when it’s icy,” he’d taunt.

He wouldn’t bring up the idea of a snowball fight, that would be like, the last thing on his mind

If you somehow managed to get him outside his office’s building, you’d have to try hard to get in a sneak attack. This guy has seen a lot, coming to expect it at this point, especially from you.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

They could potentially work, though, if he was, for instance, occupied with another task

If you're just an absolute chad at throwing and you manage to hit Smith, he’d look at you with this unsatisfied stare. He simply dusts off his suit and walks away (he’s secretly impressed you managed)

The only reason he would actually throw a snowball is if you continued doing it/trying. If you persisted, he’d use his speed to gather a giant snowball together and hurl it at you. You take your defeat and stop, cause 1. He threw it so hard, that you’re now on the ground and 2. All that combined snow was hella cold.

All in all, you don’t want to challenge him, especially as a human. You’d be losing. Hard.

Brown

When it comes to snow, I think Brown appreciates it more than he dislikes it.

He already recognizes the overall cultural aspect of snow, and that’s what he respects about it.

However, I can easily see him somewhat struggling to do the things he can usually do because of it. Like, I can see him easily losing his balance on the street if it’s iced over.

But anyway, I believe that he’d be more open to a fight, but here's the catch:

He’s not going to agree if you ask him to a snowball fight

“I have more important things to worry about.”

However, if you bring it up under the guise of training to help your throwing speed, aim, or something of the sort, he’ll agree

But only for a little while, he is a very busy program after all

He takes your proposal of actually training you seriously. When you’re both outside, he’s stone-faced the entire time.

He sets up some ground rules and you start training. He doesn’t hold back at all.

“The rebels won’t go easy on you, therefore I won’t go easy on you.”

I can see you two working on your awareness of others; you two could build snow people and you’ll have to hit him without hitting the, as he’s put it, the “snow citizens”.

And he’d train your brain to have better quick-thinking abilities. He’s absolutely going to use his super-speed while training you.

If you try to deviate from practice and goof off, he’ll pelt you with a bunch of snowballs, much to your dismay.

“Cool it with the snowballs, Brown!” “Stay on task!”

Sneak attacks could work on him. He’d demonstrate throwing strategies. Since he’s taking it seriously, he wouldn’t expect a sneak attack at all. 

If you go through with the attack, he’d be very insulted that you’re not paying attention. Your punishment; you get pelted with snowballs. 

He won’t admit it to you, but he had fun since it’s not the usual type of training. He’d want you to propose a snowball fight training session again.

Jones

Like Brown, I don’t think that he really has an opinion on snow.

Before he really experiences it, his mentality is,

“Oh, look…snow. Anyway–”

Compared to Smith and Brown, he’s the youngest program of the two

Therefore, I think that he’d be the most open to playing in it.

When you ask him to go outside with you under the guise of “training”, he immediately says yes

Once you two set up some rules, he’d get the hang of the activity quickly

The most lighthearted; the most likely to categorize what you’re doing as fun

“That was…certainly different from what I’m used to doing.”

He wouldn’t be the type to take it extremely seriously, therefore he’d go pretty easy on you. I can’t see him using his super speed that much since he wants to give you a fair shot at winning

You can easily get away with sneak attacks since he’s new

When you manage to do it, he’d be taken by surprise, but he’d catch on quickly.

“Oh, so we’re breaking rules now?  Well, if that’s how you want to play–”

After the snowball fight with you, he’d probably ask about other activities. So you decide to show him other winter activities, still under the guise of “training”. You two make snow people, lay on the ground and create snow angels, and just watch as snowflakes fall (Jones catches one with his tongue, and he quickly decides he’d rather not do that again because of the taste, lol).

Your fun is cut short when Smith sends Jones down to fetch you two so you both can get back to actually training.

I think that’s when he’d have an eye-opener moment.

After that day, he’d look around the Metacortex building and watch others playing in the snow like you two did. Now, when he’s out and about, he might stop to observe the tiny cat footprints indented in the snow. Maybe he’ll watch from a distance as families glide on the ice of skating rinks

Overall, he’d recognize snow’s ability to bring people together for a good time.

ALL THE AGENTS:

Smith does not participate in the antics. Nope.

He’ll watch you and the other agents throwing snow from down below

He doesn’t need to drink or eat but he can. If it’s cold, he’d drink a hot chocolate (I think peppermint-hot chocolate would be his fav)

Brown starts off taking the fight seriously, but after seeing you and Jones smiling, he doesn’t take it as seriously

He decides to just throw snowballs at regular speed when he sees that’s what you and Jones are doing

He’s winning the fight so far

Jones is truly enjoying the snowball fight with you both

He watches as you try your hardest to hit him and Brown while occasionally ducking for cover behind a nearby tree

Your accuracy isn’t as good as theirs, but he loves that you’re playing anyway.

A/N I’m a little bit late with this! In the state I’m in now, people aren’t used to getting snow. Many of my friends hadn’t seen snow before, so it was nice being able to go outside and make snowmen and just goof around. Somewhat inspired by that January day. I hope you enjoyed, this is my first time writing headcanons!