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cosmicdreamworld · 5 years

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Hank McCoy: Painted The Stars

Pairings: Hank McCoy/Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2095

"Hank, can you hand me the wire cutters, please," you asked, holding out your hand.

"Hank?" Still nothing, it was like the lab had been deserted, but then you looked up, trying to figure out where he went and that's when you saw it, plain as day.

Raven. It's not that you hated Raven, you thought she was nice, but it always pained you the way Hank would look at her - the same way he is now. Eyes lit up, hanging on her every words, his cheeks dusted pink cause she brushed his arm, he was beginning to stutter cause he was getting nervous. The same way he was when you and him first got together - now you were practically invisible and second best.

Quietly, undetected, you slipped out of the lab, to your room to pack your bags. You made sure your thoughts were loud enough for Charles to hear and made him promise not to tell Hank. You had everything planned and the taxi called - grabbing your bag, you walked the end of the road, making sure you didn't miss your cab.

"(Y/N), wait," a small voice called from the distance. Turning around you saw Hank running to catch up. Catching up, he looked at you confused. "You're leaving, why?"

"I uh- I got a better job offer," you lied.

"Liar, Charles said its because of me. What have I done wrong?"

'Goddamn it, Charles! You promised you wouldn't tell him.'

'Sorry, (Y/N), but he deserves the right to know and I knew you wouldn't tell him.'

"It's for the best, it's for your happiness, Hank."

"My happiness? My happiness is you, it's you staying. (Y/N), I love you."

You give a small smile to fight back the tears. "Now you're the liar, cause you don't."

Hank opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"No, just don't. I can see it, so can everyone else. You don't love me, you love Raven. The way you hang on her every word, the way you smile when you see her walk into a room. How you blush when she compliments you, how you stumble over your words when you talk to her. You look at her like she hung the moon and painted the stars," you paused to catch your breath. "It's the same way you used to act around me, it's the same way you used to look at me," you whispered.

"(Y/N)," Hank whispered, you didn't even need to look in order to know he had tears on his eyes too.

"It's okay, sometimes people grow apart. That's why I'm leaving, I don't want to stand in the way. You can pursue her now and I wish you guys the best."

"So, not only are you leaving, but you're breaking up with me?" His voice was breaking and it killed you, but you thought it was for the best. Looking down the road, your taxi was in sight. Grabbing your bag, on your tips toes, you place a kiss on his cheek.

"Goodbye, Hank. I love you."

Getting in the taxi, you didn't dare look back for fear of not being able to control the tears.

••6 months later••

Theo and you were so engrossed in conversation, neither of you heard the sets of footsteps that walked into the break room.

"Wait, so you're meaning to tell me that you can build quinjets, build fighter jets, pilot them, breathe and control fire, you're a telepath, and can manipulate and rebuild any molecular composition, and split atoms, yet you can't even knit a pair of socks," Theo laughed unable to believe what you had just told him.

You laughed and gave Theo a little push, "Oh hush, I'm not a knitter, alright."

"Ahem, are you two finished?"

Both of your heads snapped up at the sight of your boss, making you both stand up immediately.

"Professor Xavier, Dr. McCoy, this is Dr. Theodore Marx," he gestured to Theo, "and this is Dr-"

"(Y/N)," Charles cut him off.

"Charles," you smiled sweetly.

"Dr. (L/N), Charles tells me he has a project he'd like you to assist with. It will be a lengthy project, so I have permitted eight weeks leave for you."

"What exactly is this project?"

"(Y/N), I need you and Hank to help rebuild one of our jets. You two are the ones I trust with this the most," Charles explained.

You hesitated to answer, you were worried about having to work with Hank, you still harbored some feelings for him and working in such close proximity was sure to bring them back up.

You forced a smile, "I would love to. I'll pack my bags and be down in a minute."

'Just so you know, the only reason I accepted was for you, Charles.'

'Thank you.'

••At the Mansion••

Hank and you never had much conversation aside from discussing how to rebuild it or asking each other for tools or direction. Both of you were focused on the rebuild or talking with others.

When everyone would take a break, you'd hang around Jubilee and Peter and Hank would station himself with Logan and Charles. Hank was in mid-conversation with the two men when he heard you laugh at something Peter had said, it made his heart and his head drop - the same reaction he had when he walked in the break room and saw you with Theo.

No matter how hard Hank tried to concentrate, he'd always turn his focus to you, hoping to catch your eye, but you'd always have yourself focused at the task at hand or Peter. He was constantly hovering around you and flirting. You liked Peter, not in that way, but you indulged his flirty antics with some of your own, knowing you'd be back to your apartment in no time.

In no time the jet was rebuilt and you were on your way back after having said some tearful goodbyes; your taxi pulled up and you were on your way.

'Rememeber, (Y/N), no matter what, you are always welcome to come back.'

You noted the slight smile in his message. 'I know, thank you, Charles.'

The trip back was slightly exhausting, but you wanted to get your clothes unpacked. After taking a couple articles of clothing out, you noticed a white envelope addressed with just your name. Grabbing it and sitting on the edge of your bed, you open it and see an array of numbered pictures.

The day you arrived and first met Hank. He had a small smile and was looking at his feet.

-After that day everyone joked about how you had him hook, line and sinker.

You had been there just a few days shy of a month. You were sitting in the gardens admiring the flowers with Hank beside you. Except he wasn't looking at the flowers - he was looking at you, a shy smile on his face as he watched your face light up as you talked about your love of gardening.

-That was the day no one let him live down how smitten he was with you.

You were at the piano, fingers dancing across the keys effortlessly. Eyes closed, feeling every note, but Hank wasn't watching how delicately your hands glided over the keys. He was watching you, completely entranced by how lost, how much you felt the music.

-Everyone started calling him 'lover boy' after that.

You were in your room on bed rest after an incident on a mission, Hank was sitting on the edge of your bed with a trey in his hand - some soup, juice and new bandages scattered across it. He had promised to take care of you until you were well again. It made Hank worried sick when he realized you could have died.

-That was the day everyone, but you, knew he truly was in love.

It was after your first year at the X-Mansion. You and Hank were dressed to the nines, in the middle of a slow dance, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. Somehow the students convinced Charles to have a small dance for the students and teachers. Hank had to hype himself up, with a little help from Charles and Logan, in order to get the courage to ask you to dance.

-That was the night he decided to go for it and ask you out.

You and Hank were coming back from a movie, hand and hand up the driveway, smiles on both of your faces. You had been dating for six months at the time.

-He had told he loved you and asked if you'd 'officially' be his girlfriend, even though everyone knew you already were for a while.

That was the last picture until a note, you opened it to reveal a few more pictures. The were from the recent weeks when you were helping rebuild the jet.

When you arrived back at the mansion to help rebuild. Everyone encapsulated you in a group hug, while Hank just stood back, an adoring smile on his face, waiting for you to make your way to him.

-He held hope that you'd come back permanently. Hank didn't sleep that night, he was up thinking about you.

Hank, hands around your waist, helping you jump out of the engine. Dirty and greasy, you climbed out of the jets engine, ready to jump. Hank noticed and dropped what he was doing to go over and help you down; he didn't want you hurt.

-He didn't want to let you go once your feet hit the ground. Hank wanted so badly to pull you into him like he used to.

You, with Hank reading over you shoulder, looking at the blue prints to the jet.

At the table, you had the blue prints for the jet rolled out. You were concentrating on the paper in front of you when Hank came up behind you, pressing himself against you. You paid it no mind, continuing to focus on the diagram, letting him read over your shoulder if he wanted to.

-He never once look at the blueprints. The only thing he looked at was you. Even in the photo, anybody could see the adoration and love he still had for you.

10:

You and Peter talking. The entire time you had been there, you avoided Hank as best you could, only talking with him when neccessary. So, you usually occupied your time with Peter. Peter had walked with you to grab some tools, and that's where you decided to sit down and talk for a while. In the background was Hank - practically staring daggers towards Peter.

-He hated not be able to get your attention anymore and as ashamed as he would be to admit it, he wanted to fight Peter that day.

11:

A single picture of Hank, forlorn, back against the wall, looking at an old picture of you and him.

-He missed you, anyone could see that. If he could change what happned he would.

12:

The picture Hank had been staring at in the last photo.

You, face covered in frosting, kissing Hank.

You, on the last birthday you had at the mansion.

Hank had attempted to make you a cake and surprise you with it and small party with everyone. Jean lit the candles, and after you blew them out, some of your friends decided to push your face into it. Everyone started laughing, even Hank. As slight "revenge" you get on your tiptoes and gave Hank a long kiss on his lips, making extra sure to get frosting all over him.

-Even though he hated how sticky it made him, he wouldn't have traded that day for the world. He loved the smile you had on your face and the fun you had. He loved you then and still does now.

That was the last photo that covered the writing on the paper that held them. Unfolding the paper, you braces yourself, thinking the worst.

(Y/N),

If it wasn't obvious enough to tell, Hank never stopped. He loved you then and he loves you now. He still thinks and still looks at you like you hung the moon and painted the stars. He waits every night; he walks out to the end of the driveway, hoping you'll come back. I know you still love him too.

Please, (Y/N), won't you come back home?

-X

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