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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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They sat in silence again for a long while, her proclamation circling in his head as he held her a little tighter, a little more closely. All the more protectively.

“We’ll take things at your pace,” he promised at last, speaking softly. “You tell me every time you’re ready to take the next step, and we’ll take it. When you feel ready to face a lab again, let me know, and I’ll see what I can do to get those nodes out, alright? Then we’ll see what we can do to help Billy.”

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She nodded, taking a deep breath.  ”Things will probably start to come easier after the funeral.”  She murmured, the thought was not one that she relished.  Seeing him put in the ground would have a finality she didn’t know if she could take.  What she did know was that Hank was the only doctor she would let near her.

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"Closure," he agreed quietly, squeezing her shoulder. "I doubt it'll be easy, but... it'll be-... helpful, at least. With any luck. Help you move on."

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OOC: 27th Oct - 29th Oct

Hey guys! First of all, I want to apologise for being scarce for these last few days! Between the lovely mountain of commissions you've all given me and my slightly less lovely boss rearranging the desks at work so he can now see my laptop screen all the time, I've had a bit of a difficult time getting online D:

I'm off to the London MCM Expo this weekend, and will be away from an ungodly 4:30am tomorrow morning until Monday afternoon, but hopefully next week I should start managing to be around a bit more than I have been!

Apologies again, and hope you all have a fabulous time with the Hallowe'en event~ I look forward to getting back and hanging with you guys on the other side of the weekend <33 Thanks so much for your patience, and sorry for making you all wait! ;u;

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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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Hank looked down at her, and found himself completely at a loss for words at what she murmured. Family? Him…? What family could a washed-up recluse like him possibly be for her…?

But even as he met her gaze, took in the pinkness of her eyes and smoothed away a runaway tear on her cheek, he knew deep down that if he was what she saw fit to call family, there was no way on earth he could argue. Not with that vulnerable face.

Not with Molly.

“… Of course. We are family,” he whispered, and gathered her into his arms again.

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She watched him process what she had said, the surprise, realising how little he thought of himself.  She was oddly relieved when he spoke.  She sniffled and hugged him tight, she hadn’t felt so safe since her return.  Nothing could hurt her here.

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They sat in silence again for a long while, her proclamation circling in his head as he held her a little tighter, a little more closely. All the more protectively.

"We'll take things at your pace," he promised at last, speaking softly. "You tell me every time you're ready to take the next step, and we'll take it. When you feel ready to face a lab again, let me know, and I'll see what I can do to get those nodes out, alright? Then we'll see what we can do to help Billy."

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Date Night | Hank

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Greer tried her best not to smile too widely as Hank continued to sputter for the right words; the flames of the candles making her look even more orange, the flames reflecting in her dark, wide pupils. She smiled up at him before blowing out the match and moving to toss it in the sink. “See, you say things like that, and I forgive you straight away.” She bent over to grab a vase from underneath the sink and filled it halfway with water. “I’m alright. Better now that you’re here.” she replied honestly, moving over to him with a little smile and wrapping her arms around his neck before pressing a kiss to his lips.

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Hank chuckled despite himself, only to find he was suddenly silenced by her lips on his. Certainly not about to complain, he looped an arm about her waist, pulling her up against him as he returned the kiss lingeringly. "That's the idea," he breathed when it broke again, running his free hand through her hair. "Good to know... I feel much better for being here, too... And did I mention you look incredible?" Only a million times already. But still. She did.

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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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They stayed like that for who knew how long, him holding her and her sobbing it all out into his chest, until at last her sobs began to abate some - drawing his focus again. “It’ll get better, you know,” he murmured, glancing down at her worriedly. “It does. It takes a while, but it won’t always feel like this… and until it doesn’t, you know you can always come to me, don’t you? Anything I can do to help… We’ll get you through this, Molly. I promise.”

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She would never stop appreciating the fact that he had just let her cry it out in silence. She nodded, “I know, thank you.” She looked up at him, eyes red-rimmed and watery. “You know I think of you as family, right?” She asked softly, it needed to be said.

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Hank looked down at her, and found himself completely at a loss for words at what she murmured. Family? Him...? What family could a washed-up recluse like him possibly be for her...?

But even as he met her gaze, took in the pinkness of her eyes and smoothed away runaway tear on her cheek, he knew deep down that if he was what she saw fit to call family, there was no way on earth he could argue. Not with that vulnerable face.

Not with Molly.

"... Of course. We are family," he whispered, and gathered her into his arms again.

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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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She didn’t have the words to say anything now, but there was so much she wanted to say.  That he was the closest thing to family she had, that she was so glad he was here for her.  She didn’t even mind that he didn’t know what to say himself, he was here.  She wrapped her arms around him, her tiny body shaking with her tears.

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They stayed like that for who knew how long, him holding her and her sobbing it all out into his chest, until at last her sobs began to abate some - drawing his focus again. "It'll get better, you know," he murmured, glancing down at her worriedly. "It does. It takes a while, but it won't always feel like this... and until it doesn't, you know you can always come to me, don't you? Anything I can do to help... We'll get you through this, Molly. I promise."

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Date Night | Hank

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Greer couldn’t help the grin that formed on her face at his nervous sputtering. “Hi.” she said, noticing the ridiculous bunch of roses he was trying to hide behind his back. “Don’t you look handsome. Come in.” she said, moving from the doorway to hold the door open for him, waving a hand for him to go through. It was then she realised she hadn’t lit the candles. She moved over to the kitchen after closing the locking her door, reaching for the matches on the counter and moving over to the small dining table to start lighting them. “How’re you? Haven’t seen you for a while…”

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Hank followed her in obediently, the scent of roast hitting him as he stepped in over the threshold. "No... look, a-about that..." God, she looked incredible... "I'm sorry I haven't been-... ah... that I've been..." He trailed off weakly as his gaze fell on her again, and after a moment of struggling uselessly for the right words, he finally hitched a sheepish, lopsided smile. "I don't even know how I got this lucky. How are you?"

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Avengers #32 

Can I just say how much I’m enjoying Mike Mayhew’s Tony? Because I really like Mike Mayhew’s Tony.

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[Anon Phone Call] -> Hank Pym

O-343: Atonement? Redemption? Or perhaps I just want to stick it in the good ol' doctor's face when I repay his... good work.

Hank: *can't help a hint of a smirk at that* I see... In which case, I would be happy to help. I presume you remember where to find me?

O-343: No but it shouldn't take me too long to find you. When do you want to meet?

Hank: Come to the Avengers Academy - this afternoon. How does two sound?

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Date Night | Hank

After moping around for most of Thursday night, Greer woke up on Friday a little groggy to find Will climbing up over her face. She frowned and tried shrug him away, only to get a mouthful of paw. “Guh, Will…!” Greer pushed him onto the bed and rolled over to look down at him, smiling and tickling his stomach as he squealed. She couldn’t have him around and have a stress-free time with Hank, but she was rue to leave him on his own. Pietro was still not too happy with her and she couldn’t really blame him. That only left Clint. He wouldn’t be too happy.

Thirty minutes and a lot of bribing later, Greer was coming back to her room to get ready. She had a bath (she didn’t really want to, but thought it might be a good idea to), spent an hour trying to pick out a dress, and then started to get the roast ready.

She wasn’t really the best cook out there, but she could follow a recipe well enough. She prepared the vegetables and covered the meat in herbs, laying everything out nicely in the cooking dish before putting it in the oven to begin to cook.

Greer smoothed out her apron and looked around with a sigh, reaching behind herself to untie her apron and moved to put it in the wash. It was only about five o’clock, and all she really had left to do was get dressed. She scratched at her head before deciding to set the table. She’d bought some candles a few days ago and thought it might be nice to lay them over the table. After that was done, Greer changed the sheets of her bed, decided to do Will’s too, and picked up the few things on the floor. She moved to her dresser and turned her bruised cheek to the mirror. You couldn’t see it because of her fur, but it was still a little tender. It’d be gone by tomorrow, but still. She brought her hand up to touch at it gingerly when she noticed she was still wearing her wedding ring. She pried it off and set it down on her dresser before she looked at the clock. “Shit.” It was 6:45.

Greer rushed over to her room to get dressed in the loose black cocktail dress she had set out. It was nice and plain, had no back and plenty of room for her tail, too. She fixed her hair in the mirror before she heard a knock at her door. She didn’t have time to put on her shoes so she just moved to the door. She took a breath before opening it with a smile, leaning a little in the doorway. “Right on time.”

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There were a great many mysteries in the multiverse that Henry Pym spent his precious time pondering. Chief among them was how on earth a begoggled, arthropod-loving science nerd like him had ever managed to land a date with someone like Greer Nelson in the first place.

The shirt he was wearing hadn't made an appearance in a while - wine red and rather dashing for something owned by someone who never had occasion to go anywhere (or, at least, someone who never remembered to leave his lab to go anywhere...); but he recalled a remark of approval from Greer the last time he'd worn it, and so it had seemed like a logical choice for tonight (given her propensity for shredding the shirts she liked him in, he didn't really like its chances for surviving if things went well - but at least he'd tried).

Arriving at her door bang on seven - lab coat, goggles and most all traces of science gone from his person - he let out a faint huff of nerves and knocked on the door, almost immediately starting to second guess himself as he did so. Maybe he was remembering the wrong shirt... Maybe the roses had been a bit much... It was definitely seven he'd been supposed to show up at, and not six, right?

The moment the door opened and that mesmerising work of curves and wickedly chosen black dress slunk up against the lintel, however, all coherent thought fled his mind.

"Ah..." he managed eloquently, and cleared his throat. "You-... uh... hi."

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[Anon Phone Call] -> Hank Pym

Hank: I don't doubt it... *pauses for a few moments. As much as the thought stings him, if Billy *isn't* Billy anymore, then why honour his previous connections?* ... Why are you offering me this information?

O-343: Atonement? Redemption? Or perhaps I just want to stick it in the good ol' doctor's face when I repay his... good work.

Hank: *can't help a hint of a smirk at that* I see... In which case, I would be happy to help. I presume you remember where to find me?

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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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“The root of the situation was not you,” Hank told her firmly. “At least not in the way you’re thinking. You might have been McCoy’s target, but that wasn’t your fault. None of it was. Not the kidnap, not Billy’s involvement, not Deadpool or Angel - none of it. They were just-… doing their jobs. Not everyone always comes home. It’s… it’s the risk we take.”

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She knew that.  She just didn’t think she was worth the risk, or the loss.  There was just so much grief and she didn’t know what to do with it.  She pressed her face against his chest and started to cry.

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At the end of the day, Hank wasn't an especially good talker. Oh, he could talk - talk for hours about insects, or particle physics, or A.I. programming, but he wasn't the kind of talker who knew the right thing to say. He didn't have that-... that knack with people...

He'd meant every word he'd said to Molly with utter sincerity; but now he'd said everything that could be said, that needed to be, and the words were beginning to dry up. Feeling her curl up in his hold, unable to vocalise anything that would be of further comfort to her, Hank closed his eyes in a pained frown and settled his chin atop her head: the cold hard metal of one of the nodes freezing a patch on his jaw as he cradled her closer.

"I'm sorry," he murmured; because now, that was all he could say. "... I'm so sorry..."

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[Anon Phone Call] -> Hank Pym

O-343: Not anymore. I have something of particular importance to deliver to you and I rather do it in person.

Hank: *frowns, feeling wary* ... Alright... Might I enquire as to what this 'something' is?

O-343: It's only the file that the good doctor has on Molly Cobblerfield. It includes details on the implants in her head that are suppressing her power. Perhaps it would be a good idea to have this on hand if you or any other doctor might attempt to remove them. After all, this is Dark Beast we are talking about here, he could've done something to prevent such a thing.

Hank: I don't doubt it... *pauses for a few moments. As much as the thought stings him, if Billy *isn't* Billy anymore, then why honour his previous connections?* ... Why are you offering me this information?

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[Anon Phone Call] -> Hank Pym

Hank: *recognises the voice but can't quite place it* Yes, this is Dr. Pym... Who did you say this is?

O-343: I used to go by the name of William Kaplan, but now go by the designation O-343.

Hank: *gripping the phone a little tighter; the disconnected tone in Billy's voice confirms his worst fears* Billy...?

O-343: Not anymore. I have something of particular importance to deliver to you and I rather do it in person.

Hank: *frowns, feeling wary* ... Alright... Might I enquire as to what this 'something' is?

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Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner | @Molly

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He’d never have the heart tell to her, but the more Hank listened to Molly’s reasoning - watched her body language, mapped her condition in the aftermath - the more he came to realise just how similar they were. If it were possible, that made the man feel even more sorry for her than before. Carrying the weight of the world on one’s shoulders, the responsibility for fallen friends, wasn’t something that should fall to someone so young… And yet, here she was - burdered with all that, and curled up under the weight of his arm as though it was an albatross around her neck…

… She didn’t deserve to suffer like this… She was just a baby…

“… Listen,” he said quietly, awkward but gentle. “I’m not-… I’ve never really been a ‘people person’. But-… all those thoughts you feel trapped under right now… I do understand what that feels like. Sometimes it feels as though my whole life’s just one long crawl out of the pit I fell down when everything went wrong…” He glanced at her. “You haven’t fallen down that pit, Molly. You did nothing wrong; and you are not responsible for any of what happened. Billy, Warren and Wade were-… are… seasoned heroes… all of them. They live their lives chancing those kinds of odds every day. None of that was changed by you being added to the equation. Sometimes-… sometimes, that’s just the way that things turn out,” he murmured heavily.

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As he spoke she wrapped her arms around him, he was warm and safe and … fatherly. Or what she assumed that felt like. She was quiet until he finished, before she softly spoke up with, “It’s just hard to think that way when the root of the whole situation was me,” she squeezed her eyes shut, resolving to never let herself be helpless again.

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"The root of the situation was not you," Hank told her firmly. "At least not in the way you're thinking. You might have been McCoy's target, but that wasn't your fault. None of it was. Not the kidnap, not Billy's involvement, not Deadpool or Angel - none of it. They were just-... doing their jobs. Not everyone always comes home. It's... it's the risk we take."

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I don’t care if you hate this guy or whatever.

I think he’s awesome.