#poindexter imagine
Pairing: Ben Poindexter x Reader
Warnings: Slight language.
Summary:You decide to bring Ben a quick meal during his busy work day as a security detail for Fisk.
The elevator came to a halt with a familiar ding, gently rocking the floor of the small space. The doors lined with gold parted to reveal a hallway and you stepped into it, carefully balancing the drink holder in one hand and attempting to pull out the visitors pass from your pocket. Once the card was free and in your fingers, you turned left and walked over to the FBI agent standing in front of a large metal detector.
“State your name and business.” The guard announced as you approached. You presented the card and then the coffee and paper bag.
“Y/n. Delivering some coffee and bagels to Agent Poindexter because my friend refuses to have lunch.” You smiled. The agent nodded and handed the key card back, extending his other hand to take the beverage from you.
“I’ll take that in for you.”
You pulled back and shook your head. “I’d rather give it to him myself.”
The guard glanced back at where the agents were working and then sighed when he returned to you.
“With the present threat of Wilson Fisk, we can’t let you in there. There’s a lot of classified intel.” He told you apologetically.
You squinted at the agent, hoping that your charm could create a small miracle.
“Can you at least have Dex come out here for a while? He needs a break too.” You wondered.
The agent paused for a minute and then nodded silently. He instructed that you wait where you stood until he returned with Dex. It didn’t take long. Soon the agent had been replaced with your friend who looked at you quizzically, clearly not expecting a visit.
“Hey.” He said rather seriously, walking over. “Is everything okay?”
You nodded and presented the treats. Dex’s concern melted into something softer when he realised why you had come. Taking the coffee, Dex swirled it slightly and looked at her. “You shouldn’t have come here.” He reprimanded.
You took a sip of your own drink and leaned against the corridor wall, not realising that Dex had absentmindedly mirrored your actions.
“Youshould have lunch.” You countered with a smirk. Pulling out a bagel, you passed it over to the agent. Dex took a bite out of it and sipped more of the warm liquid to wash it down.
You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him and reached up to the injuries on face, gently brushing your fingertips below the scratch on his eyebrow.
“You’re almost healed.”
Dex inhaled and leaned into the touch, it was his ultimate weakness. He could abandon the FBI just to have you lying beside him and absentmindedly tracing his hand against your skin.
“Dex?” You chuckled with a small squint. You were trying to bite back a laugh as his behaviour reminded you of a touch-starved puppy.
“Hmm?”
“Did I lose you?”
Dex opened his eyes - not realising that he had closed them - and saw you looking back. He always controlled his impulse around you but lately, Dex had been losing control of that too.
Jerking up and off the wall, Dex accidentally pushed your hand away and cleared his throat. “I - um - I was just…”
“Hey, Poindexter!” His fellow agent called out behind him. “The shitbag’s dressed for lunch.”
Dex glanced back at his friend. “I’ll be right there.”
As the agent fell back into the room, Dex heard you clear your throat.
“I should be off too.” You told him. “I just wanted to make sure you ate and that you’re okay.”
Dex wanted to say thank you but his words had lodged in his throat. He was so nervous that he just opted to nod in response. You handed him the remainder of the bagels and patted his arms twice before heading over to the open elevator.
You pressed a button to the lower level and waited for the doors to close. Little did you expect for a hand to pop through and force the doors to open once again. Dex slid inside before you could question him and stepped over to where you stood.
Carefully, he placed a hand over you cheek and moved closer until his lips captured yours. He wasn’t thinking about what he was doing. He was just following his feelings from a few moments ago.
He honestly didn’t know if his feelings were being reciprocated until your hand grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close. It was everything he had imagined.
