Raging Silence ~ Chapter Three ~ Cupid's Slaughter
Hank sat in the empty room, his head down, resting in his hands. He started to think back on his life. His mother's death. His marriage to Jan. His and Jan's entrance into the Avengers. His divorce from Jan. Now his containment in a cell he had built himself. Nothing had ever gone right in his life. He began to think back to his and Jan's marriage. It was the only time he had truly been happy. Even then he wasn't satisfied. He remembered the way Jan had eyed other men. The way she talked to them, fluttered her eyelashes. His thoughts returned to better memories. He remembered how happy they had been when they had perfected their growth alteration formulas. They had joined the Avengers, and all had been right. He was part of a team. He belonged. It was all over now, he knew it, as did they. He had had too many outbursts. Hitting Hawkeye would be the last straw. How ironic he thought it was that hitting a teammate would get him a harsher punishment than hitting his wife. He thought of Jan's reaction to his encounter with Hawkeye. She had seemed so disappointed in him. That's all Hank Pym had ever been. A disappointment to everyone.
Hank looked up and slapped himself. He thought himself an idiot who had lost everything. Just when Jan and his relationship was starting to patch itself back together. Slowly but surely. But why? Why would she tell the rest of the team about their....incidents. Hank realized he was naïve to believe that no one had known. How could they not have? Jan had walked in numerous times with black eyes and bruises on her arms. Fell into the door? Slipped on the stairs? How could they believe such garbage? He was such a fool.
His thoughts slipped back to that morning. Why hadn't Hawkeye just congratulated Jan? Clint thinks he such a great guy, protecting Jan. Hank could feel his fists clench in anger. His breathing started to speed up. It was his right to keep Jan in line! If only that stupid Hawkeye hadn't stepped in the way, he and Jan could've been enjoying a walk on the beach, a movie in the lounge. They would still be together. It was all because of Jan and her big mouth! Hank knew he would make sure that Jan could never tell anyone ever again. She was his, and if he couldn't have her, no one could. Hank grinned devishly as he stood up and began to pace. They had to let him out some time, and when they did, he would exact his revenge.
* * * * * Wanda walked out of the elevator, waving good-bye to She-Hulk, who would be accompanying Tony back to Stark Headquarters. She walked along the hallway, staring at its purple rug. She thought about the events that had transpired that morning. She thought that she should go and see how Jan was doing.
There was a thud as she walked into something. "Hey," said the blonde- haired man dressed in purple. "Oh, hey Clint," Wanda responded.
"Get the big guy put away?" asked Clint, a mild hint of disgust in his voice.
"Yeah, he's locked up. Clint...doesn't it seem strange, having to lock up one of our own?" Wanda asked, obviously distressed.
"Jan's pretty shook up about it," said Hawkeye.
"I bet...Then again, this isn't the first outburst of his."
"Don't I know it?" said Hawkeye, an almost joking tone in his voice. "Hey, how did you get into the containment cell?"
"Hank told me the password, and I wrote it down so we could get him out again."
"And when do you think that'll be? Think Jan will call Cap?" Hawkeye wondered out loud.
"Oh Clint...everything is just...Cap is gone...Thor is gone...Tony's always busy...and now this? What are the Avengers coming to Clint?" Wanda said in an almost frantic tone.
"Take it easy Witchie, we'll make it through," Clint said, trying to comfort her, "We always do."
"Clint...when you, me, and Pietro joined...it was to get a second shot at our lives. Did you ever think the team we joined to help resurrect our morals would be the same team we're on today?" said Wanda as she fell embraced Hawkeye. "Thank God you're here Clint. With all the drama that's been going on, the only normal conversation I can get around here is with either you or She-Hulk." Remembering what had just transpired downstairs she added, "And until Tony gets his company back on track, I guess I'll only have you."
"Well, that won't be so bad...now will it?" Clint said with a grin. His flirting was obvious, and had been for the past few weeks. Ever since he returned to the team.
"No, it won't be bad at all," Wanda responded, a smile finally reaching her face. This was the first time she had gone for the bait.
"No, not bad at all," Clint said, making eye contact with Wanda. Their lips met as he put his arm around her and swept her into a dip. He pulled her back up, as their lips parted from each other. He smiled at her.
She smiled, though she felt guilt come over her immediately. She knew her relationship with Vision was over, but it still didn't feel right kissing another man. "I...I have to go Clint." At that, she walked off, once again staring down at the purple carpet, once again contemplating the very eventful morning.
"Good kisser," Clint muttered to himself as he headed for the elevator. On his way, he pulled out a small piece of paper with a long stream of numbers written on it. "C'mon Wanda...you think an ex-outlaw would be less susceptible to petty theft."
Neither Clint nor Wanda noticed the green and yellow face poking out from the ceiling, watching their actions with great intent. He traveled the rest of the way through the ceiling, becoming tangible once again when he could reach the floor. The exact spot where his ex-wife kissed another man. To think, he had finally worked up the courage to talk to her and was on his way to profess his love when he saw it all transpire. If the Vision could cry, a stream of tears would have been shed from his dark, hollow eyes.
* * * * *
Hawkeye punched in the numbers to Hank's holding cell. Hawkeye watched as the two doors slid open. "Hank, Hawkeye's come to play. If you wanna duke it out, we'll fight rig—"Hawkeye froze in mid-sentence as he realized the cell was...empty. He took a step in to investigate as he was hit in the side with a tremendous amount of force. As he hit the ground he heard a maniacal laugh that could only belong to one man.
Wee! Updatedness! Next chapter has my very first attempt at a fight scene! But will the fight happen between you think? Ok...if you've been paying any attention at all to the story...then it will happen between who you think...but you have to admit...I had you going for a second there. Please Review! If I don't get any reviews...I might stop writing this fic! I wonder who I think I'm writing too...I don't think anyone reads this...Prove me wrong and review!
Hank sat in the empty room, his head down, resting in his hands. He started to think back on his life. His mother's death. His marriage to Jan. His and Jan's entrance into the Avengers. His divorce from Jan. Now his containment in a cell he had built himself. Nothing had ever gone right in his life. He began to think back to his and Jan's marriage. It was the only time he had truly been happy. Even then he wasn't satisfied. He remembered the way Jan had eyed other men. The way she talked to them, fluttered her eyelashes. His thoughts returned to better memories. He remembered how happy they had been when they had perfected their growth alteration formulas. They had joined the Avengers, and all had been right. He was part of a team. He belonged. It was all over now, he knew it, as did they. He had had too many outbursts. Hitting Hawkeye would be the last straw. How ironic he thought it was that hitting a teammate would get him a harsher punishment than hitting his wife. He thought of Jan's reaction to his encounter with Hawkeye. She had seemed so disappointed in him. That's all Hank Pym had ever been. A disappointment to everyone.
Hank looked up and slapped himself. He thought himself an idiot who had lost everything. Just when Jan and his relationship was starting to patch itself back together. Slowly but surely. But why? Why would she tell the rest of the team about their....incidents. Hank realized he was naïve to believe that no one had known. How could they not have? Jan had walked in numerous times with black eyes and bruises on her arms. Fell into the door? Slipped on the stairs? How could they believe such garbage? He was such a fool.
His thoughts slipped back to that morning. Why hadn't Hawkeye just congratulated Jan? Clint thinks he such a great guy, protecting Jan. Hank could feel his fists clench in anger. His breathing started to speed up. It was his right to keep Jan in line! If only that stupid Hawkeye hadn't stepped in the way, he and Jan could've been enjoying a walk on the beach, a movie in the lounge. They would still be together. It was all because of Jan and her big mouth! Hank knew he would make sure that Jan could never tell anyone ever again. She was his, and if he couldn't have her, no one could. Hank grinned devishly as he stood up and began to pace. They had to let him out some time, and when they did, he would exact his revenge.
* * * * * Wanda walked out of the elevator, waving good-bye to She-Hulk, who would be accompanying Tony back to Stark Headquarters. She walked along the hallway, staring at its purple rug. She thought about the events that had transpired that morning. She thought that she should go and see how Jan was doing.
There was a thud as she walked into something. "Hey," said the blonde- haired man dressed in purple. "Oh, hey Clint," Wanda responded.
"Get the big guy put away?" asked Clint, a mild hint of disgust in his voice.
"Yeah, he's locked up. Clint...doesn't it seem strange, having to lock up one of our own?" Wanda asked, obviously distressed.
"Jan's pretty shook up about it," said Hawkeye.
"I bet...Then again, this isn't the first outburst of his."
"Don't I know it?" said Hawkeye, an almost joking tone in his voice. "Hey, how did you get into the containment cell?"
"Hank told me the password, and I wrote it down so we could get him out again."
"And when do you think that'll be? Think Jan will call Cap?" Hawkeye wondered out loud.
"Oh Clint...everything is just...Cap is gone...Thor is gone...Tony's always busy...and now this? What are the Avengers coming to Clint?" Wanda said in an almost frantic tone.
"Take it easy Witchie, we'll make it through," Clint said, trying to comfort her, "We always do."
"Clint...when you, me, and Pietro joined...it was to get a second shot at our lives. Did you ever think the team we joined to help resurrect our morals would be the same team we're on today?" said Wanda as she fell embraced Hawkeye. "Thank God you're here Clint. With all the drama that's been going on, the only normal conversation I can get around here is with either you or She-Hulk." Remembering what had just transpired downstairs she added, "And until Tony gets his company back on track, I guess I'll only have you."
"Well, that won't be so bad...now will it?" Clint said with a grin. His flirting was obvious, and had been for the past few weeks. Ever since he returned to the team.
"No, it won't be bad at all," Wanda responded, a smile finally reaching her face. This was the first time she had gone for the bait.
"No, not bad at all," Clint said, making eye contact with Wanda. Their lips met as he put his arm around her and swept her into a dip. He pulled her back up, as their lips parted from each other. He smiled at her.
She smiled, though she felt guilt come over her immediately. She knew her relationship with Vision was over, but it still didn't feel right kissing another man. "I...I have to go Clint." At that, she walked off, once again staring down at the purple carpet, once again contemplating the very eventful morning.
"Good kisser," Clint muttered to himself as he headed for the elevator. On his way, he pulled out a small piece of paper with a long stream of numbers written on it. "C'mon Wanda...you think an ex-outlaw would be less susceptible to petty theft."
Neither Clint nor Wanda noticed the green and yellow face poking out from the ceiling, watching their actions with great intent. He traveled the rest of the way through the ceiling, becoming tangible once again when he could reach the floor. The exact spot where his ex-wife kissed another man. To think, he had finally worked up the courage to talk to her and was on his way to profess his love when he saw it all transpire. If the Vision could cry, a stream of tears would have been shed from his dark, hollow eyes.
* * * * *
Hawkeye punched in the numbers to Hank's holding cell. Hawkeye watched as the two doors slid open. "Hank, Hawkeye's come to play. If you wanna duke it out, we'll fight rig—"Hawkeye froze in mid-sentence as he realized the cell was...empty. He took a step in to investigate as he was hit in the side with a tremendous amount of force. As he hit the ground he heard a maniacal laugh that could only belong to one man.
Wee! Updatedness! Next chapter has my very first attempt at a fight scene! But will the fight happen between you think? Ok...if you've been paying any attention at all to the story...then it will happen between who you think...but you have to admit...I had you going for a second there. Please Review! If I don't get any reviews...I might stop writing this fic! I wonder who I think I'm writing too...I don't think anyone reads this...Prove me wrong and review!