So um. Just thought I'd, y'know. Happy 6 months, doll. Sorry its 3 days late.
Six already? Well, I...well, here's to lots more, handsome.
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So um. Just thought I'd, y'know. Happy 6 months, doll. Sorry its 3 days late.
Six already? Well, I...well, here's to lots more, handsome.
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You too babe.
You're adorable you squishy bear.
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Hope smiled when she saw the door open. She beamed up at him, pulling him into a tight hug. āSorry if Iām bugging you.ā She said stepping into the apartment.
āI-Iāve just got good news that I thought you might want to hear.ā
She settled herself onto his couch, patting the cushion beside her. āSoā¦I guess that you are home. And I didnāt mean to bother you, butā¦ā
Her voice trailed off, and she looked to the ground,Ā embarrassedĀ āSo..how would you feel ifā¦Iā¦sort of..ā She gestured with her hands, fumbling over her words. āNamed myā¦first child after you, huh?ā
Smiling and returning the hug with gusto, Andrew waved off her apology with a look that said 'Please, like you're ever bugging me' and followed her to the couch. He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion of good news, plonking himself down rather ungracefully on the couch next to her with a grin.
"Good news, huh? My favourite kind. And will you stop apologising? You know you're always welcome 'round here. You're family, you know that." He beamed, nudging her with his shoulder playfully before picking up the mug he'd set down and taking a thoughtful sip. Thankfully, however, he'd put it back down and swallowed the mouthful before she'd announced this good news of hers.
Wide-eyed for a moment, taking in firstly that she was expecting a child, and secondly that she was naming it after him, Andrew's face went through a series of surprised and happy expressions before eventually he just had to laugh delightedly and throw an arm around her.
"Hope, that's...I don't know what to say. I'd be honoured, that's...wow. When did this happen, anyway?!" He said, still laughing through his surprise. "Who's the lucky father? Does he know you've decided on such a thoroughly boring name for your kid?"
Shaking his head and squeezing her hard before standing up, Andrew turned to face her, opening his arms briefly. "Well, I'd say this calls for a celebration. Not every day this happens to a guy, y'know." He moved to the kitchen, still talking through the open bar area between the living room and where he was. "Now I know I can't offer you traditional celebration drinks, but, I make a mean cup of tea." He laughed, shaking his head as he wondered endlessly what to do with himself at the news.
Hangar-ing Out [WW2 Era, vengefulwolf]
December, 1939. The vast hangar was cold and dim, despite it being noon. The sun hadnāt been seen through the English clouds for a number of weeks, and every inch of Duxford airfield and its hangars was thick with dimness that hung in the air and clung to every passer-by. The initial thrills of war were beginning to wear off, and people were gradually coming to recognise that perhaps this wouldnāt be quite as easy as the posters said. They were settling in for the long run.
Which was one of the reasons that Dr Bruce Banner was currently being introduced to a gorgeous Mark 1 Spitfire by a rather nervous-looking Corporal by the name of George Turnell, his Manchunian accent standing out at the Southern airfield like a tank might in between the planes.
āAnd Group Captain Fielding should be along any minute.ā Turnell explained, rocking on the balls of his feet a little anxiously as Banner set down his bag, pulling his long coat tighter around him. He was never the type to feel particularly confident at the best of times, and being surrounded by immaculately-turned-out servicemen milling around and eyeing him a little suspiciously, as their training taught them, made him a little nervous- to say the least. He didnāt like the way they reminded him of his work back in America, and he especially didnāt like the way their gazes made his stomach (and the beast in his mind) stir warily.
āThank you.ā Bruce nodded, running inquisitive fingers over the planeās wing and trying to stop his eyes darting to exits on impulse. Before the war, his disposition could be explained by aĀ nervousĀ temperament, but when they were at war? He was far too likely to be taken for a German spy if he made it too obvious. And people trying to take him down always ended poorly. āSheās beautiful.ā He commented, inspecting her body, hunkering down to check her wheels.
āHer nameās Milly.ā the Corporal beamed. āSheās Captain Fieldingās pride and joy.ā āI can see why. Mitchellās a genius.ā Banner muttered the second part more to himself as he continued looking her over.
As he put the final few touches on the report on his desk, Andrew sighed with a great deal of melancholy at the fact that he'd had to write it. There had been so much excitement mixed in with the scepticism of the war's outbreak, rumours of it lasting no more than a few months, of Jerry reconsidering his foolish decision to annoy Britain and our boys coming home in time for dinner.
Running a base that had seen the flights of a great many Spits and Hurricanes and not so many landings, Andrew knew that to be far from true. The RAF, more than anybody, knew just how costly this was going to be, and with every report of pilot action he had to draft up for Regiment, that point was becoming more and more clear to Andrew as time went on.
So, of course, hearing that Dr Bruce Banner had arrived on base as expected, and was waiting in the hangar to discuss the implementation of newer, more effective in-flight weaponry, was a very welcome interruption. Dismissing the young aircraftsman who had informed him with a swift salute, Andrew collated the papers in front of him quickly and made his way over to meet the renowned scientist, straightening his uniform and making sure to remember his cap.
Finding Dr Banner with Corporal Turnell, who promptly saluted him upon his arrival, Andrew nodded with a smile and quickly dismissed Turnell's salute with one of his own. He looked from the doctor to Milly and then back again, his smile broadening as he recognised the admiration in his eyes and appreciated it. Banner was younger, handsomer than the briefing had suggested, although perhaps a touch nervous, which Andrew found rather humbling. Addressing the comment he'd managed to eavesdrop, the pilot chuckled.
"He certainly is a genius, but I've got to say it's an honour to have one of our own here at Duxford, Dr Banner. Your reputation precedes you." Grinning, he held out his hand for a shake before turning to face his plane again. "She's got quite a temper, to boot. We're all rather hoping you might be able to help her find an outlet for that temper of hers." He smirked, clasping the back of the doctor's hand with his free hand to finish the shake with what he hoped was a hearty show of welcome. "Frightfully good of you to hop the pond for us, as they say. How was the journey?"
So Far From Home, So Close To Lunch @agentbrompton
Her face went through a slow change as he spoke.Ā āOf course I keep a few pence in pocket.Ā Weāre technically an international ship..never know where weāre going to kip down.Ā Andā¦it never hurts to have Her Majesty in oneās pocket either.āĀ She was smiling then, teasing and winking in good humour.Ā Thenā¦nodding as he went onā¦and then losing the smile entirely and looking on him in wonder as he saidā¦somethingā¦about a half-demon?
A ā¦half-demon.Ā She took a long moment to study him, his steady humour and bravado gone entirely as he gulped his tea.Ā She considered him for what was probably much longer than comfortable for either of themā¦and she took up the teapot and refilled both of their cups deliberately as she found her words.Ā
āAndrew.Ā Iād be lying if I didnāt tell you that ā¦thatās a terrifying prospect, having tea with a demonic creature.Ā Butā¦I will say that Iāve had coffee with some gods, shared tea with The Trickster, and Iām dating a wonderful man who has a metal skeleton.Ā Iā¦find that my level of surprise shrinks with each new wonderful and crazy experience that I have here.āĀ
She set the teapot down and again doctored her cup with honey and cream as her mouth moved for a moment, finding no words easily until she forced them out.Ā āI believe you, though.Ā And ā¦thank you for being honest.Ā I can tell youā¦thatā¦compared to the monster who haunts my dreams from time to timeā¦thereās little that I fear in my waking hours.Ā If Fury has a use for yourā¦darker sideā¦thenā¦Iām glad to meet you here, now, in this way.āĀ She glances around the caf and then back to him with a small smile.Ā āYouāll find that it takes a lot to push me off, luv.Ā Part of the job here.āĀ
Andrew shifted in his seat uncomfortably at Hazel's silence, watching as the tea was refilled and quietly detesting that he had nothing similar to do with himself to fill the now-rather-awkward atmosphere. To be fair, he usually wouldn't dream of simply coming out with it the way he had, but he figured there was a first time for everything, and she seemed the least judgmental person he'd met since his transfer.
Yes, I'm sure she's not the least bit alarmed, Andrew. Completely normal thing, you just told her. Idiot. 'I took a chance.' Right. And you're usually so good at coping with those.
Ignoring Fenrir's last words, Andrew reluctantly looked up to meet Hazel's eyes again, smiling bashfully and nodding in understanding as she explained her trepidation at hearing his confession. He shrugged, lifting his newly-refilled cup as a sort of silent apology, before smiling genuinely and taking a sip.
"I'd, uh, I'd like to put your mind at ease by letting you know that I'd never hurt you, or anybody, here at SHIELD. Either directly or indirectly. The demon and I, we have a..." He struggled for a word that wouldn't exacerbate the already astoundingly difficult situation, "...an understanding, really. He wouldn't, he won't, that is to say..."
He laughed a little at himself, shaking his head before giving the young woman another apologetic but grateful glance. "I just fly the planes." He grinned, laughing again and throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "If any heavy lifting or dirty work needs doing, then, well, Fury's more interested in him." He patted his chest gently, looking out onto the deck of the Helicarrier to distract himself briefly and collect his thoughts.
"But in any case, I...I'm sorry for so bluntly admitting that, for shocking you. I'm really very glad to have met you here like this too, there aren't many environments in which a man can say that to a young woman and have her still refill his tea." He grinned, turning and taking another small sip.
Climb in the backseat, really had a good time //@vengefulwolf [AU3]
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Your character is so well written and finely constructed, its inspiring to see him interact with others. All the little details in your writing do what they're supposed to do - embellish the meat of the work, not draw attention away from it. Your replies are always a satisfying treat that makes this partner feel special with the amount of care and craft that went into it, and you're one of my RP idols because of this.
Ahhhh thank you so much! ;3; I seriously donāt know what to say, this is so lovely! I worry so often that it takes me a while to get through everything and get replies out to people, but Iām so glad that when I do itās not disappointing for you!
I seriously love everyone I play with and you can bet youāre no exception. ;3; -HUGS FOREVER- Youāre awesome, thank you for such kind words!
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