A woman stood, feet apart and arms raised. A gun resting in her palm. Carter turned abruptly to walk out, not wanting anything to do with these people any longer.

Okay, let's think about this Carter, I think no, let's go. Now.

Her heels echoed as she walked away, and she was surprised to know none of the small group chased her. They were all huddled around the bloodied body.

"Can you still make a face?"

Assuming this was the big guy with moustache.

"I need a face to make a mask"

Carter stopped in her tracks. The glass crunched as she did.

"Sorry, I was aiming for his chest"

Thick British accent. British woman.

Stop. The woman means nothing, it's that voice, I know that voice.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice rang out again. Carter couldn't help but drown out the woman who answered him. She was astounded to ever have heard that person again.

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I though he had left me.

"Wait, that other chick, where is she?"

"Don't tell me you didn't see her, she's the only reason you're not choked out right now"

The moustached man was American as well.

Oh, going against stereotypes, are we?

I heard the shuffling as they turned to see my back faced towards them.

"Who are you?" The woman.

"Hello?" The moustache.

"Why did you help us?" Ethan.

Ethan.

I slowly turned, hand stretched out slightly showing I meant no harm. My head unconsciously bobbed down, hiding my distinguishable features.

"I'm not here to fight you" I warned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head shoot up at my voice.

Maybe he remembers? No. He can't, he shouldn't.

"Carter?"

He does.

I raised my head to meet the gaze of Ethan Hunt. My trainer and very first handler, Ethan Hunt.

"Hi, Ethan. Long time no see"

I didn't mean to make the jab of him leaving me to fend for myself all these years, but I couldn't stop it slipping out. He winced slightly.

He felt that.

"You-you're here?" He stuttered.

I waved my hands around me sarcastically, looking at him with a small smile. I expected him to become closed off and push me away, but he out did those expectations. With the glass crunching under his feet as he did, he made his way towards me. I couldn't help but shrink under his presence, I hadn't done this since I met the guy 10 years ago.

When he was just two short steps in front of me, he stopped. He reached his hand out, and rested it along the side of my face. He thumb caressed a small cut that laid there, probably from all the broken glass that was on the floor when I got here.

"You okay?" He spoke quietly.

"I think? I didn't even notice it was there"

I forced a slight chuckle, really feeling the wrath that Ethan carried with him everywhere.

He really does have a reputation.

"Never changed"

He brought up his arms and engulfed me into a tight embrace. I stumbled forward as he pulled me towards him, my arms meeting around his back. I wanted to be hateful towards him for leaving me all that time ago, but instead I found myself burying my head further into his chest.

"I missed you"

"I missed you too"

He planted a light kiss on the top of my head before a cough sounded behind us. We broke apart from our hug, the man and the woman stood there expectantly. The woman looked over me in controlled rage, jealousy dripping.

Is she with Ethan?

I caught the warning glare Ethan gave her as her eyes pulled away from me.

Protective over me now? Sorry, it came years too late.

The American man hummed, rocking on his feet, bringing the attention back to him.

"Who are you?"

"Ethan, who is she?"

The two people spoke at the same time, drowning each other out. The man glared at her, before continuing.

"Who are you?"

I stole a glance at Ethan cautiously, who replied with a curt nod.

He trusted him. Maybe.

"Carter, Carter Flavel"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fake name, fake name, fake name.

"Carter Hemings"

Ethan intervened, smirking.

"Yeah, sorry, habit. Yeah. Carter Hemings"

The man's hand shot out. I accepted slipping mine into his in a firm hand shake.

"August Walker, thanks for the help"

"I don't get a thank you?" The woman whinnied.

"You just killed John Larhk" He shot back.

John? John. John Larhk. Oh shit. Again.