I don't know why this came to me.
She walked into the office, which was buried deep in the heart of Camp Hammond. He was asleep at his desk. She almost laughed. She could remember when he was always like this. She looked at the papers on his desk, all about different recruits and their powers. There was one on top that had two red words written across it; "WHY? MAGIC?" She looked at the top. It was labeled "Trama"
She tapped him on the back of the neck, giving him only the lightest of "stings"
He sat bolt up right, looking around. When he spotted her, he relaxed, giving her an exaspirated grin.
"Hey," she greeted him softly.
"Hey you," he returned.
She gave him a warm smile. He still felt so damn guilty. It had been years, almost a decade, but he still hadn't forgiven himself. "Working hard?" she asked.
"yeah," he yawned. when he finally closed his mouth he looked at her with a cocked head. "Why are you here?" he asked curiously. She was extremely busy these days. She had a team to lead, a label to run, and a show to host.
"I gotta check on you from time to time," she replied softly. She ran her hands through his hair playfully. She looked at the floor. "So, how's things with Tigra," she asked mockingly.
he chuckled, covering his face with his palm. "I can't believe they ran that story."
"I know," she agreed smiling broadly. "Like you and she..." she started, but giggled too much to finish.
"I hear she's more into Ares anyway," He replied as he stood and stretched.
"Good luck with that," she chuckled. "Is there anyone?" she asked seriously.
"Bonita, but it's tough with her living out in Texas. I visit from time to time but..." he trailed off.
"Work at it," she encouraged. "Don't let distance be your excuse."
"I-I-"
"You're afraid," She replied sternly. "You've been afraid for so long. You haven't made a real effort on a relationship since..." she trailed off.
"It's not like it's unreasonable," he responded sadly. "Studies show that..."
"It wasn't you," she pleaded. "Your head was being messed with. Haven't you been in the desert long enough?" she asked him. "And besides, at least Bonita knows all of this. She understands where you're coming from. I think the fact that she is making an effort, knowing all of this, is a good sign."
"I just... I won't be that again. I won't hurt people like that again," he swore, like he did every day.
"that's why you're working here," She surmised, finally knowing the answer to a question that had been plaguing her.
he nodded silently. he picked up the profile marked "Trauma". "This kid... I don't know if he's the next Vision... or Ultron. I have to make sure."
Jan nodded. she sat on his desk as he fell back into his chair. "Speaking of your 'Kids,'" she said. "Have you gone to L.A. like you promised?"
Hank continued his silence.
"He'd probably like to meet you," she said. "They say his name is Victor... you always did like that name."
He was silent for a few moments longer. she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "You're busy," he said quietly. "You should probably go."
"You can always talk to me, you know," she said quietly.
"I know," he said, looking her in the eyes for the first time since she woke him. "I thank god for that."
She brushed his cheek. "I may never be in love with you again, but I will always love you."
"I guess there's no getting rid of you," he smiled as he walked her to the door.
"Nope, you're stuck with me," she replied with a smirk.
they exchanged kisses on the cheek as they parted.
He returned to his desk and looked at the document on top. He made several decisions. First, he would fax the profile to Crimson, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sorcerer, then he would put in for time off, then he would catch the first plane for Houston.