Note: This was SUPPOSED to be the first part. I really liked it, too. But more information came on Wildcat and I realized that it wouldn't fit. I was so upset that I had to change it. I hope you enjoy it, though!

Pairing: Vancat

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Vanoss screeched into the phone. His boss had set him up for another heist, even though they had already done one that week.

"No, I'm not. And bring Wildcat with you." Vanoss nearly choked on his own spit.

"Seriously? I can't do anything with him! He's just gonna sit there and cry like a little bitch," Vanoss protested.

"I don't care. I hired both of you, so you both need to be there. I'll text you the information. Don't disappoint me." And with that, the call ended. Vanoss sighed and rubbed his forehead.

God, why did his boss have to do this to him? Wildcat was probably the worst person for this job, and yet his boss had made him babysit the little prick. Why his boss decided to be that fucking stupid, Vanoss didn't know.

Vanoss sighed once more and went to the foot of the stairs. "Wildcat!" He yelled. He heard a few footsteps before a head popped out from the side.

"Y-yes?" Wildcat stuttered.

"Get your ass down here, we got another heist to do." Wildcat's eyes widened as he fully came out from behind the corner.

"A-another heist? But I thought-"

"Yeah, well, our boss decided to be a complete and total dick, so now we have another heist to do. So get down here!" Wildcat jumped and scurried down the stairs.

"W-when are we doing the heist?" He asked. Vanoss checked his phone just as it started to buzz.

"You've got to be shitting me," he mumbled.

"What? What is it?"

"We have to do it today."

Wildcat's eyes widened even more. "W-what? That's impossible! We can't do this in a day! We'll-"

He was cut off by Vanoss grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. "Listen here, we are going to do this, or we're not gonna get paid. Got it?" Wildcat's face grew red as he nodded. "Good," Vanoss let go of Wildcat and grabbed his keys, "now let's go."

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"Shit!" Vanoss screeched as he nearly dropped his gun. "Wildcat, learn how to fucking drive!" Wildcat swerved again, trying not to run into the side of the road.

"I'm sorry! I'm trying not to hit traffic!" He squeaked.

"Fuck traffic! Just get us out of here!" Another shot rang out from the other side, and Wildcat nearly flipped them over. "Wildcat, what the hell-" Vanoss stopped once he realized that Wildcat was bleeding. "Wildcat!" Wildcat ignored him and continued driving, determined to make it out.

Wildcat somehow managed to get them out of there, but once he did, he clutched his arm in pain. Tears ran from his eyes as he tried to blink them away, but it was no use.

Vanoss sighed as he carried Wildcat inside with the money. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" Vanoss mumbled. Wildcat sniffed as Vanoss got the med kit out.

"I-I know," he croaked. Vanoss got the bullet that was stuck in Wildcat's arm and stitched it up.

"How many times is this now?" Vanoss asked.

"Seventeen on this arm," Wildcat replied, looking at all of the stitch marks on his arms. Vanoss put in the last stitch and cleaned up the wound with some water.

"T-thank you," Wildcat mumbled out. Vanoss didn't reply; he just put the med kit up and called his boss.

"We got the fucking money, now what?" Vanoss hissed.

Wildcat went up to his room after that. He wasn't very fond of Vanoss yelling, especially when it was at him. Which was a lot.

Somehow, though, Wildcat had grown a crush on his teammate. He didn't know why, but he did. And he felt bad every time that he fucked up, which was also a lot. Wildcat knew that Vanoss probably hated him, but at least he was kind enough to patch him up.

Wildcat waited for Vanoss to finish before slowly walking back downstairs. Vanoss had grabbed a bottle of whiskey and was drinking out of the bottle. "V-Vanoss?" Wildcat cautiously asked. Vanoss put the bottle down and glared at him.

"What?" He snapped. Wildcat gulped as he walked forward.

"I-I wanted to give you something for patching me up today," he whispered. Vanoss sighed as he pushed the bottle away.

"Well? What is it?" Wildcat's face grew warm once more as he walked towards Vanoss until they were standing right in front of each other. Wildcat mentally prepped himself up for what he was about to do. "Wha-" Vanoss was cut off by Wildcat's lips on his. Vanoss's eyes widened, not really sure of what to do. Wildcat pulled back, his face completely red.

Vanoss just blinked at Wildcat as he contemplated what just happened. Before he could actually say anything, Wildcat had run up to his room to probably cry everything out. Vanoss sighed and took another shot of whiskey.

He hated to admit it, but the bumbling idiot had grown on him, and he actually enjoyed the kiss. Vanoss' mind went to dirty places before he shook them away, drowning himself in alcohol.