Here's another short Hank/Jan oneshot leading up to my multi-chapter fic titled "Breaking Point", the prologue of which should be up within this week, depending on how many people review and how much time I have. This one's a hint as to what that fic will be about, if any of you are curious.
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It was like the ground had been ripped from under her. Jan had given up attempting to stifle her tears at this point, and was holding a few very abused tissues.
Hank…
It was too much.
Things had been so rocky ever since he left the Avengers. She tried-oh how she had tried-to get through to him, but he seemed determined to build walls between them. The distance, and his refusal to so much as look at her had put a knot in her stomach and a dark cloud in her mind, but it was nothing compared to how she felt now. He had needed help. He had been struggling for a long time and none of them had even noticed.
Now, he was gone. And she'd never be able to sigh exasperatedly at his insistence that science was fun again. She'd never feel that wave of relief after a battle when she saw his face again. She'd never see his small smile that he only gave to her again. She'd never be able to tell him….She'd never be able to tell him how she felt.
Jan supposed that his funeral was good…if you could even call a funeral that. Every superhero they knew had shown up, offering condolences. Tony had even given a nice speech which she was willing to bet was written by Pepper. And then there was the statue of him, the one that would haunt her and remind her of how much she had lost.
Jan couldn't stop her tears. She was surprised that she had even had anything keft to cry, for as much as she had been the past few days. Hank was gone and they didn't even have a body to bury. If she would have known he was that…unstable, that he had needed their help, she could have… There was a billion things she could have done. Should have done.
But now all she had was a statue and an empty coffin, and the flimsy comfort of a few well-intentioned words.