#morris walters

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Savage She-Hulk #4 (May, 1980) Art by Jack Abel, Al Milgrom, Irv Watanabe

[gammacousin]

Susan Banner: “Put your seatbelt on; we’re going shopping. This water bottle is mine; that one is yours. Please don't get them mixed up. Mine has a margarita. Don’t tell your dad. It’ll be the final nail in the coffin that gets my license revoked.”

7 year old Jennifer Walters: *mortified* “Okay.”

Susan Banner: “Look at this asshole, trying to cut me off—I got my niece in the car!…I need a cigarette. Can you reach my bag?”

Jennifer Walters: “…I can stay at school late tomorrow if dad can't pick me up-.”

Susan Banner: “Nonsense! Tomorrow I’m bringing a Merlot, and we’re people-watching at the park.”

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

Absolutely feels like we are getting a rapid-fire loose-end tie-up... they are putting the Jen and Wyatt relationship on ice as well...

[sersi]

SHE-HULK: ATTORNEY AT LAW (2022 -) 1.02: Superhuman Law dir. Kat Coiro

[broadwayfan92]

The only men I trust in She-Hulk, because most of the other men are shady.

[superblizzardfire]

The Prodigal Nephew

After the Battle of New York, Bruce goes home. Bruce & Walters Fam for @bruceweek 2023 💚

For the second time that day, Bruce wakes up in a pile of rubble.

He breathes in the smell of freshly-mown grass, struggling to anchor himself as the aftermath of Hulk threatens to overwhelm him. He remembers metal bending in his hands, and Thor’s triumphant grin, and… nothing else.

Head spinning, Bruce sits up. He was lying in the remains of a wooden shed; a lawnmower is now a crumpled metal pancake beneath him. It’s afternoon – but whether it’s the same day, Bruce can’t be sure. He has no sense of time when the other guy takes over.

It takes him a few moments to realise that he knows this backyard. In fact, he spent years out here: sitting on the grass with a book, making snowmen with Jen, endless barbeques in the summer…

Bruce clambers to his feet and looks around in shock. He’s in LA. He’s home.

The back door opens and Morris Walters steps out, frowning in confusion. ‘What the hell is going – ‘ Then he sees Bruce. He stops.

A thousand thoughts flicker through Bruce’s head. He hasn’t had any contact with his family since the accident. They must have thought he’d abandoned them – or turned into a dangerous monster. This isn’t the most tactful way to tell them he’s still alive.

‘Hi, Uncle Morris,’ he whispers.

Morris drifts towards him, staring as if he’s afraid Bruce will disappear. It’s been seven years but he’s aged more than that – the moustache has remained, though. Aunt Elaine can never convince him to shave it.

An apology rises to Bruce’s lips. He shouldn’t have come here, shouldn’t have literally come crashing back into their lives – but Morris grabs him in a hug. ‘Good to see you, kiddo,’ he says tightly.

And Bruce understands that everything is going to be okay. He hides his face in Morris’ thick sweater and clings to him like he did when he was a kid. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he mumbles, ‘I missed you all so much…’

‘You’re here now. That’s all that matters.’

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[agoldengalaxy]

The Finale to the Finale

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He couldn’t see her, not really, but she was the most beautiful thing he knew.

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If he were being quite honest, Matt wasn’t sure how he had ended up back in LA. The most plausible answer was that he’d been back home, back in the office with Foggy and Karen when he heard that Jennifer Walters had been arrested. His first instinct was to call her, but she never answered. The next thing he knew, he’d boarded a plane back to LA, appeared in a nearby park as Daredevil, and found he wasn’t even needed after all.

Maybe it was silly. For a minute, he thought he should just go back home before he made a fool of himself, but the moment Jen looked at him, he could hear her heart flutter in her chest in tandem with his own. She smiled and told him she was glad to see him, with something he couldn’t quite place underlying her tone. After everything had been sorted, she introduced him to her friends, Pug and Nikki. Somewhat awkwardly, he introduced himself as Daredevil, feeling Pug staring at him slack jawed and Nikki grinning between him and Jen as if she knew a secret.

Nikki soon dragged a stunned Pug away, very obviously winking in Jen’s direction, leaving him alone with her. Jen chewed at her bottom lip, seemingly hesitating before asking if he wanted to join her and her family for dinner. “As Matt, of course,” she added softly, smiling shyly. “You can stay for as long as you need.”

The truth was, he’d told Foggy he would only be gone for a little while, but…he really, really wanted to stay. In LA, it felt like his troubles were minuscule. With Jen, they washed away. He told her he’d stay for a few days.

He found himself in a backyard surrounded by hot food and laughter and the kind of overbearing family he used to dream about having. The ‘few days’ promise turned into a week with only slight prodding. Jen’s father made a joke about children and it didn’t even bother him. He didn’t know how to feel about that.

After the excitement with cousin Bruce and a new son, Matt moved to the kitchen to help with the dishes. Aunt Rebecca asked how he could possibly help, but before he could even open his mouth to answer, Jen’s mother scolded her and told her that he was perfectly capable. “After all,” she said, winking in his direction, “he does dishes at his own home, doesn’t he?”

Matt smiled warmly, oddly having to fight a burning in his eyes.

Later, they sat around the living room with cups of tea or coffee. Jen’s cousin Ched, sweet albeit stupid, excitedly suggested they play charades. Matt would have been perfectly content just sitting out, but Jen’s father spoke up immediately. “We need a game that’s more Matt-friendly.”

“Oh, no, Mr. Walters, that’s okay -”

“Nonsense. It’s family game night. You have to play.”

Murmurs of agreement filled the room. Jen gently nudged his shoulder with her own, grinning. He would be able to play charades just fine, but they didn’t know that. He appreciated the thought.

Ched didn’t argue further. He took about thirty extra seconds before suggesting Would You Rather? When he asked Matt, “Would you rather have an extra toe or an extra finger?”, all he could do was laugh in response and answer with the former.

As everyone began trickling off to bed, Matt stayed on the couch, waiting for Jen to be finished getting ready. It left him alone with Bruce Banner, the Hulk, who’d been looking at him strangely for some time. He wondered if he should pretend not to notice, but as he was thinking it, Bruce spoke up.

“The family’s something else, huh?” he asked, a hint of fondness in his tone.

Caught somewhat off guard, Matt blinked. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed. “Eccentric.”

“It wasn’t what I had growing up. I’m grateful for it now,” he admitted. Matt blinked, immediately intrigued by his sentiment, but not daring to ask for more. Could Bruce tell that Matt was in the same position? Fiddling with his shirt, Bruce continued. “Sorry if you could, um, feel me staring. I’m not used to people… not reacting to me.”

Matt smiled. “I understand how you feel.”

Shifting uncomfortably, he moved forward a little in his seat. “Hey, so, listen…Jen’s been having a rough couple of weeks, and I haven’t been there for her.” He paused, then said, “She’s been really happy around you, though. I just hope that continues.”

The ‘older brother’ talk from the cousin. Matt couldn’t say he was surprised, but strangely, it didn’t bother him. He was confident in his response. “I’m going to do my best,” he said, meaning every word despite the fact that it was somewhat scary. “I think she’s amazing.”

He felt Bruce’s heart beat slow a little, seemingly relieved. He could hear him smile in his response. “Yeah. She’s alright.”

After a few more minutes of idle chat, Matt bade him a good night and joined Jen in her childhood bedroom, making a joke about how lucky she was that he couldn’t see her embarrassing posters. “You would be disappointed anyway,” she replied sarcastically, taking him by the shirt collar and pulling him down onto the bed with her, “I only have amazing posters in this room, like my Legally Blonde poster.”

“My best friend loves that movie,” he said through a laugh, not fighting it when she began running her fingers through his hair. “I haven’t seen it. I’m not really a movie guy.”

Much to his delight, she groaned, shoving him toward the edge of the bed. “Get out.”

“Nope. The jokes are part of the package, Ms. Walters,” he replied cheekily. Grunting, she pulled off his shaded glasses and tossed them onto her end table, leaning down to kiss his nose. Electricity traveled down his spine.

“You’re lucky your looks make up for it. And also the sex. Mostly the sex.”

He feigned hurt, but grinned ear to ear. “I never took you for such a shallow woman.”

Grinning in reply, she leaned down and kissed him fully this time. “Get used to it, Murdock.” It was different from their first night together. This was gentler, less rushed, but just as nice. She made a comment about how if her parents weren’t right next door, they’d be doing way more than kissing. He told her they’d have plenty of time another day, and he could sense the heat rising to her cheeks.

They lay side by side then, their shoulders touching and hands intertwined.

“I’m sorry about my family,” she said quite suddenly. “I know they can be kinda crazy.”

Matt blinked, turning his face toward her. “I like them,” he replied softly. It was everything he had wanted when he was young; a loving mother, Jack, still alive and still fighting, maybe a couple of aunts, uncles, or cousins. No need for the orphanage, just a happy family. It hadn’t turned out that way, but having those things tonight healed some part of him he thought he’d patched up a long time ago. Reaching up, he brushed a stray curl from her face. “I can deal with crazy.”

Jen smiled, seemingly able to tell he wasn’t lying, and was satisfied by his answer. They ended up changing the subject and talking for what seemed like hours until he began to hear her heart slow its pace. He quieted his voice, and she eventually fell asleep beside him. Her breaths were soft and even, her hair tickled his neck and chin, and her hand was warm in his own.

He couldn’t see her, not really, but she was the most beautiful thing he knew.

The thought comforted him as he drifted off himself, having the first dreamless sleep in weeks. He was safe here. He was loved here.

[johnbyrnedraws]

Sensational She-Hulk #36, page 25 by John Byrne & Keith Williams & Glynis Wein. 1992.