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anythingdrabbleTitle: A Warmer Alternative
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairings: Bank (Bobby/Hank)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bobby hatches a plan.
He'd often tried to freeze his heart. It should be easy for him to do since he was the Iceman. He'd seen the things Emma had used his own powers and body to do. He had turned entire cities to ice. He had frozen hearts and shattered them, all while screaming at her to stop doing the evil atrocities and to release him, to release his body. Bobby shivered at the memories alone. Her possession of his body had been one of the absolute worst times of his life.
So had losing the man before him. Every time Hank turned to the Avengers instead of the X-Men, or left to pursue other goals such as his wrestling or scientific careers, he had hurt him deeply. Bobby had been willing to go with him almost every time, but Hank had never asked. Bobby had ventured to volunteer once and had been crushed by Hank's rejection.
Hank wasn't rejecting him now though, he argued with himself. He was just going to be bored as Hell at a scientific emporium. If Reed, Moira, Tony, and Charles were going, however, he could let him go by himself, but then there would be that huge, lonely bed in the hotel room every night. Besides, Tony might talk his beloved back into returning to the Avengers -- he was such a good debater after all and always so quick to promise things he couldn't actually deliver --, and Bobby did not want to leave the X-Men again. Nor did he want Hank to leave, not the team, not the family such as it were, not the dream, not him.
The diamond ring Bobby had scrimped and saved, working odd jobs as and where he could as saving the world had a way of constantly interfering with a daily work schedule, was testament enough to the fact that Bobby had no intentions of letting Hank go again, but the time hadn't been right. He would not bring it out and drop down on one knee now just to keep him. Besides, that would make it too obvious that he feared his reluctance to return to the one real home Bobby had ever known.
"Fine," he muttered, caving. "I'll go." The delight on his boyfriend's face was almost enthusiastic, almost until he remembered the hours of debates he was going to have to face. Maybe he could freeze the emporium? Nah, that would be too obvious too. He just needed to make sure he packed plenty of ear buds and chargers.
There was still the hotel room, he considered, and its cable television. It had been far too long since he'd been able to just sit and be a couch potato. With Reed coming, maybe he could talk him into making it a family vacay. Ben and Johnny were always up for a good time, and they could have fun while the others tried not to die of boredom. Bobby grinned, relaizing he had a workable plan at last.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairings: Bank (Bobby/Hank)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bobby hatches a plan.
He'd often tried to freeze his heart. It should be easy for him to do since he was the Iceman. He'd seen the things Emma had used his own powers and body to do. He had turned entire cities to ice. He had frozen hearts and shattered them, all while screaming at her to stop doing the evil atrocities and to release him, to release his body. Bobby shivered at the memories alone. Her possession of his body had been one of the absolute worst times of his life.
So had losing the man before him. Every time Hank turned to the Avengers instead of the X-Men, or left to pursue other goals such as his wrestling or scientific careers, he had hurt him deeply. Bobby had been willing to go with him almost every time, but Hank had never asked. Bobby had ventured to volunteer once and had been crushed by Hank's rejection.
Hank wasn't rejecting him now though, he argued with himself. He was just going to be bored as Hell at a scientific emporium. If Reed, Moira, Tony, and Charles were going, however, he could let him go by himself, but then there would be that huge, lonely bed in the hotel room every night. Besides, Tony might talk his beloved back into returning to the Avengers -- he was such a good debater after all and always so quick to promise things he couldn't actually deliver --, and Bobby did not want to leave the X-Men again. Nor did he want Hank to leave, not the team, not the family such as it were, not the dream, not him.
The diamond ring Bobby had scrimped and saved, working odd jobs as and where he could as saving the world had a way of constantly interfering with a daily work schedule, was testament enough to the fact that Bobby had no intentions of letting Hank go again, but the time hadn't been right. He would not bring it out and drop down on one knee now just to keep him. Besides, that would make it too obvious that he feared his reluctance to return to the one real home Bobby had ever known.
"Fine," he muttered, caving. "I'll go." The delight on his boyfriend's face was almost enthusiastic, almost until he remembered the hours of debates he was going to have to face. Maybe he could freeze the emporium? Nah, that would be too obvious too. He just needed to make sure he packed plenty of ear buds and chargers.
There was still the hotel room, he considered, and its cable television. It had been far too long since he'd been able to just sit and be a couch potato. With Reed coming, maybe he could talk him into making it a family vacay. Ben and Johnny were always up for a good time, and they could have fun while the others tried not to die of boredom. Bobby grinned, relaizing he had a workable plan at last.
The End
