#Marvel Team Up 124 fucked me up man.

[positivelybeastly]

VICIOUS {I request as though it won’t piss me off someone was nasty to him}

"I still don't understand why we couldn't have gone out for something more - American."

It's really not quite the visit that Hank had been hoping for. He hasn't seen his parents in years, and sure, he had maybe anticipated some hectoring concern that he didn't keep in touch as best he could've (kids, y'know), but this is . . . something he really hadn't been ready for.

For mom to be so cold.

And he knows it isn't really the food that's upsetting her. He knows that dad made excuses for her being so silent when he came to pick them up from the airport. He knows all that. But he's finding it hard to really reconcile all of this with the woman who raised him, and he keeps hoping that maybe it'll just - come out, and they can talk about it. It'll be fine.

"Come on, Edna! Admit it! This is really tasty! Whaddaya call this swell glop I'm eating, Vera?"

God, and people think he's bad. If anyone ever wondered where Hank got his clown persona from, they really need look no further than Norton McCoy, because it is bad with a capital B. Well. Hank doesn't think it's all that bad, not really, he damn well loves his dad, but it is bad, just like he knows a lot of his material is bad.

But bad jokes are better than pain, after all.

"'Keema,' Mr., uh, Norton."

Bless you for trying, Vera, this isn't what you signed up for. I'll make it up to you later.

The silence only lasts a few seconds, but Hank's mind, much as he tries to hide it these days, is calculating and processing and re-calculating and re-processing so fast that he goes through about sixteen separate emotional states and a hundred hypothetical ways that this conversation is going to pan out before he opens his mouth and just says it.

"Mom, I can't help noticing how odd you're acting. What is it? Please tell me. What's wrong?"

He reaches out a hand. His palm are soft, and his fingers are delicate but strong. The fine blue fur shimmers in the light.

"Don't touch me, you disgusting freak!"

The hand pulls back. The vicious claws recoil. The animal's hide all over his gnarled, monstrous fingers quivers with hurt. One could almost mistake the owner of the limb for human.

"Mom?"

She doesn't mean it. She can't.

"Edna!"

She doesn't mean it. She can't.

"Mrs. McCoy!"

She doesn't mean it. She can't.

"E-Edna! You don't know what you're saying!"

"I know exactly what I'm saying! This - this creature isn't my son! Look at him! He's a disgrace! A . . . horror!"

She doesn't mean it. She can't.

"Mom, please."

Edna McCoy gets up and walks away from the table. Hank watches her go, feeling like the axis of his world has been knocked out of kilter. He's skittish, unsettled, hyper-aware of every little movement, of every inch of blue skin and blue fur exposed to the world.

"MOM!"

His dad, bless him, tries.

"Let her go, son! She needs to cool off! S-She doesn't mean to hurt you! It's just - "

And just what in the hell does any of that mean, dad?

"Just - what?!"

Hank's always had amazing balance, been able to do handstands on the head of a pin since he was six, but for the first time in his life, he doesn't really feel like he can stand up properly. He grips at the chair in front of him, so very conscious of the fact that if he grips too hard, it'll snap like a twig. Maybe mom's right to be afraid.

"Y'know, when the doctor told us my exposure to radiation might result in our having a - deformed, child . . . your mother and I were sick with worry. You can imagine how relieved we were when you were born!"

That helps. No, it actually does. Hank's always struggled a little bit to be normal, struggled to conceptualise himself as anything other than, well, other, but to hear that he came into the world a relief is . . . it's soothing. It helps. it gives context. It makes it not hurt quite as much. Maybe . . . maybe if . . . maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he talked to her, just, got to the root of the issue. She couldn't be wholly unhappy with her son, superstar Avenger, right?

"Oh, sure - we realised you were different - but I think your mother always tried to ignore that. She wanted you to have a happy, normal life."

Well, shit. So much for that.

"Now, years later, her little boy's a world-famous adventurer with - blue fur, fangs, and pointed ears! Hardly the CPA she'd hoped for. I . . . hope you can understand, son."

He wasn't a monster. He wasn't. He was still her son. She had to see that, didn't she? His mother was no fool. She had to see that he was still him, just . . . more, in some ways. Not less. Please, god, don't let this be less. Hank desperately needs how he is now to not be less.

"Understand, dad? Of course I understand. But I can't let mom work this out alone. I've gotta go talk to her!"

He bounces out of the restaurant, a man on a mission.

She doesn't mean it. She can't.

[science-lings]

all the multiples of 3.

oof you asked for it...

3: 3 Fears: The dark, the unknown, shots/ doctors

6: 4 turns off:  not practicing basic hygiene, supports the ideas of team cap,                              (Sorry I wouldn’t fuck you if you support that kind of mentality)                              uhhh donald trump supporters, and Nazi’s 

9: My best first date: I have never really been on a date, no one likes me that                                       much lol

12: What time were I born: At like 9 in the morning 

15: Favorite quote: Demons run when a good man goes to war (the whole                                         poem)

18: Do I use sarcasm: I don’t know... do I?  

21: Shoe size: Like a 7 1/2 wide idk

24: Favorite style of clothing: Graphic tshirts, flannel, leather jackets and                                                             sweatpants. I also like heeled boots.  

28: Favorite movie: That’s hard... into the spider-verse is up there with iron man                                  3, the batman lego movie, all of the x-men movies (esp first                                  class and apocalypse) 

31: How I feel right now: Sick, I’m home from school with a fever and I lost my                                            laptop stylus... :(

34: My relationship with my parents: Both are manipulative but my mom is at                                                                 least nicer and not a narcissist.  

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: I like space and nerdy stuff so I want to get                                                 something like that. I also really like the style of Suzy                                             Berhow's tattoo sleeve.  

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? HA no.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Like ten minutes at                                                                                                 most.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My dog or my                                                                   brother, I have no friends

49: Am I excited for anything? Captain Marvel, A4, and the next spiderman                                                           movie.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? I don’t remember but probably                                                                   an awkward one from my grandmother

55: What is something I disliked about today? I’M SICK AND I LOST MY                                                                                       STYLUS

58: What’s my strangest talent? I don’t have one. 

61: What was the last lie I told? Probably that I was doing homework.

64: Do I believe in magic? No, but I believe in paranormal shit

67: What was the last book I’ve read? The Magnus Chase series.

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I got pneumonia and for some                                          reason, my ankle got all fucked up and I couldn’t walk

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? A package of strawberry sour                                                                                 patch kids.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Trump

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? She died as she lived,                                                                                        fucking depressed as shit.

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? FUCK                                                                                                                       YOU

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Anything intimate                                                                     or that would hurt someone's feelings.

88: Bought condoms? Nope

91: Kissed a boy? Not that I remember.

94: Had job? I tutored swimming lessons for a while and did some babysitting                             and petsitting.

97: Had sex in public? Nah 

100: Did drugs? Other than prescription, no

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? I was for a bit but I’m too lazy to continue.

106: Been to a wedding? Yeah, my cousins and his wife

109: Been outside my home country? A whole lot. First Japan and China, then                                                                England, Wales, and Ireland, then Mexico                                                              Honduras and Belize

112: Broken a bone? Nope 

115: Been in airplane? More times than I can count.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yup.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope.

124: Voted in a presidential election? I just missed the last one by like a month.

127: Met someone famous? not really but I’ve seen famous people at comic                                                     con including John Barrowman in a skimpy wonder                                               woman outfit and sparkly heels.

130: Been fishing? Yeah when I was like ten, It sucked.

133: Broken a mirror? Probably, I’m clumsy sometimes.