Agent 3 x Agent 8 Fanfic (Straight) (Not Canon)
Prologue
Agent Three had many things in his head the moment he felt himself knocked out again,
"Will I be OK?" and "Is everyone else OK?" This flustered him into the deepest state of mind he was ever put in. EVER. He felt sick to his stomach even though he was still unconscious. All of the sudden, he felt as if he was getting pulled to the surface of something. He awoke to find himself in a helicopter, or, generally speaking, on one. He then takes a good look around him. He sees Agent 8 and Pearl and Marina and Cap and realizes that he is out of the hole from the underground he was just in. After he's done looking at the water, he is freaking out.
"Did we win? Holy mackerel, did we win?"
He looks over at Agent 8 who is smiling with the greatest smile he's ever seen. Agent 3, AKA Liam, decides to get to know the octoling he saved a while ago. He starts off with the most common stranger starter of,
"Hi, I'm Liam, what's your name?" And to his surprise, she starts to cry.
Cap then tells him you messed up on how to get the girl, and Liam blushes and angrily retorted,
"It's not like that!" Marina and pearl dip in and agree with Cap. They all forget one thing though, she's still crying. Liam walked over and apologized immediately for what he had just done, remembering the soft spot. Liam then embraces a hug that comes from Agent 8. He looks over and sees the three of them giving him thumbs up. With a crying girl in his arms, realizing she was going to him for comfort, even though he was the cause, Liam realizes that maybe this might not be so bad after all.