#commanderbrand

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[positivelybeastly]

Goodness me, I'm a woman, yum! So many parts, and hardly used. Hmm, she's curvy... And a little bit foxy. You thought so too, you've been looking. You like it.

Do you know that I once spent an entire day buried between Abigail Brand's legs?

. . .

What's that?

No response?

I believe we call that a mic drop.

[thebeastmccoy]

[ where oh where is my precious green muffin? ]

[positivelybeastly]

Rictor has died

Josh tells him. He’s covered in blood, looking entirely too young in the suit … looking entirely too used to this.

Hank needed him to tell him otherwise. He needed it.

He fists his paws and he looks down for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath before he nods, and then he’s burying his head in his palms. Josh looks on the verge of tears, and he reaches forward to wrap his arms around Hank’s head, hugging him.

Abigail turns to look, the gun still in her hand, and she looks down, then to the blood spatters in the fountain. She’d been the one to take him down in the end, the first to recover from the shock when the man had broken from the crowd and shot him.

Star had nearly killed her for doing it instead of him.

He'd settled for stabbing the gunman through the heart instead.

She draws Hank’s suit jacket around her to stop the cold, the man just sobbing now, hugging Josh’s stomach and just crying like a child. But she knew that wasn’t right. He was crying like a parent.

He was still wearing tap shoes and he was crying.

Halfway through the ceremony.

[positivelybeastly]

Abigail has been killed in action. When we recovered her body, we found out she was pregnant - about three months from the looks of it. I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss.

For the longest time, he just sits there. The look on his face doesn’t really broker anything else. The SWORD agent sits there for an hour, before she’s called away. Sydren had given her very specific instructions not to leave him, but this is a big call, one that she can’t ignore.

It’s not like the man’s going anywhere.

He turns the lights off when the SWORD agent leaves.

It takes him two hours to accept the news.

Then it takes him two seconds to stand.

Another to reach over to his computer.

"Moira, activate remote access to SWORD database. Password: ednanorton. Personnel files, command branch. Specifics: C - "

God that hurts.

"Co - "

No.

"Open the file. You know which one."

The information splays across his computer screen, and he feels absolute focus. This isn’t time to feel. He’s not going to feel this. He refuses to feel this.

"Last mission."

More information. Pictures. Numbers.

"Coordinates."

He’s typing them into another keyboard.

"Estimated time of death."

He refuses to feel this and he stands.

"Power up the time cube."

He refuses.

And what’s more, he refuses to feel it for a moment longer than he has to.

[positivelybeastly]

Hey hank...how many people have you slept with?

I wasn’t aware I had a reputation as a man who kisses and tells.

[positivelybeastly]

My relationships page is done!

Part 1, so I can tag everyone featured on it. :3

[positivelybeastly]

Headcanon - Hank wants to introduce Abigail to his parents, but he doesn't want to risk anything with her by involving her in something so domestic, so he never brings it up.