Raging Silence Chapter Five Love and Hate
Sorry it's taken SOOOO long for an update! School = difficult .
Thanks for all of the positive feedback! I'm glad everyone is enjoying! If you've picked up the latest Avengers, then you'll know that the rumor that I based parts of my fic on...might be coming true! (Only two more Austen issues! Yay!)
"Thanks for coming to talk to me Wanda," Jan said as she sat down on the red couch at the foot of her bed. She and Hank had received the couch as a wedding present.
"No problem Jan," responded Wanda, sitting in a plush purple chair opposite the couch. "I figured you'd want to talk to someone."
"Yeah...Someone besides Clint anyway," Jan said with a fake chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
"What did Clint say this time?" Wanda asked. She hoped it was nothing too bad, both for Jan's sake and her own. She would feel really horrible if she had just kissed someone who upset Jan.
"Can you believe he has the nerve to tell me how to handle this with Hank? He thinks he knows better than I do! I'm the one who's lived with the Hank the past half of my life!"
"We've all lived with him Jan. We've all..." Wanda fiddled with her fingernail as she tried to find the least offensive words, "We've all seen how the relationship has affected you. "
"I hope you have! Being with him has made me the happiest, I've ever been Wanda. I thought at you of all people could understand this Wanda."
"Why me? Why would I understand you and Hank? Nobody understands Hank and you..." Wanda trailed off, obviously becoming frustrated.
Jan leaned forward as she spoke to Wanda, urgency in her voice, "You've been in relationships that people didn't approve of. Whether it be your teammates or the public. You've never let other people's feelings decide things for you. I don't see why I should have to submit to everyone else's ideas for my relationship! You Wanda, you I thought would understand." She leaned back into the couch, out of breath and red in the face. "Jan...there is a distinct difference between your and Hank's relationship and mine and Vision's, which I assume you're referring to," Wanda said in a stern voice. She almost sounded offended. "The fact that you could even compare my and Vision's love to your love-hate, abusive bond to Hank, worries me. Either you have a greatly skewed vision of my past relationships or, as I suspect, an even more skewed vision of your and Hank's relationship. Vision never beat me. He never put me down. He loved me, and I loved him. We had children together," she said with a twinge of pain, "and even if we're not together now, that doesn't mean what he and I shared wasn't the greatest experience of my life!" She too sat back in her seat, quickly becoming emotional.
There was an awkward silence which could seemed to have spanned an eternity before Jan finally spoke, "I...I'm sorry Wanda. I crossed the line by bringing up your and Vision's life together. It's just..." she paused, "I can't help it. I know Hank is wrong. He's a monster...He gets pleasure out of hurting the one he loves most. Still, with all of his flaw---"She was cut off by the smashing in of her bedroom door.
Hank activated his powers as he willed himself to grow to eight feet tall. The muscles in his arm flexed as he prepared to throw all of his force into the pathetic wooden barrier. He shot his arms forward, destroying the feeble wooden doors that led to his ex-wife. Jan and Wanda snapped to attention as they heard the crunch of the doors. "So I'm a monster Jan? Is that really what you think of me?"
Jan stood as she said in an apologetic voice, "Hank, you didn't let me finish...now please just calm down and we'll tal—"
"I will not calm down Jan!" Hank screamed at her. She fell back into her chair like a child being chastised.
"Yes, you will," stated Wanda simply as she stood.
"How did you get out of the containment cell?" Jan asked.
"Hmm...It was easy really. Once your new boyfriend, that bone-headed Hawkeye opened the cell," responded Hank, a quaint smirk on his face.
"He's not my boyfriend, Hank," said Jan in quavering voice, as she tried to sound tough.
"Oh, come come now Jan...We've all seen how he tries to protect you. How he wants to save you from the big bad man," Hank said as he started to approach the women. "He was right about one thing...he does need to protect you from me...too bad he couldn't even protect himself!" He took another step forward. Jan's eyebrows scrunched in frustration as Wanda interjected, "What did you do to Clint?"
"Oh nothing really...It was his own fault if you think about it...He had it coming..."
"Where is he?" Wanda exclaimed as she closed the distance between herself and Hank.
Hank looked down at the puny girl in red. "What are you going to do if I don't tell you? If that freak in purple couldn't take me, I doubt you can honey. Trust me, you don't want to end up in worse condition than he right now." While speaking he had been marching forward as Wanda backtracked, obviously intimidated. She felt the back of her legs hit the chair she had been sitting it. She hadn't noticed her subconscious retreat.
Jan just watched. She could see her life falling apart in front of her. Hank had finally crossed the line into total insanity. Clint was in who knows what kind of condition in god knows what room. Captain America had left. Tony wasn't around...neither was She-Hulk. Wanda was surely about to receive a beating even worse than Hawkeye's... Jan knew that her life as well as the Avengers would soon crumble away into nothing.
Unless she did something about it.
Well, there it is...the end to my fic...KIDDING! Wouldn't it be tormentful if I ended it there? You might not think so...but I would so I'll have an update...soon (ish).
Sorry it's taken SOOOO long for an update! School = difficult .
Thanks for all of the positive feedback! I'm glad everyone is enjoying! If you've picked up the latest Avengers, then you'll know that the rumor that I based parts of my fic on...might be coming true! (Only two more Austen issues! Yay!)
"Thanks for coming to talk to me Wanda," Jan said as she sat down on the red couch at the foot of her bed. She and Hank had received the couch as a wedding present.
"No problem Jan," responded Wanda, sitting in a plush purple chair opposite the couch. "I figured you'd want to talk to someone."
"Yeah...Someone besides Clint anyway," Jan said with a fake chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
"What did Clint say this time?" Wanda asked. She hoped it was nothing too bad, both for Jan's sake and her own. She would feel really horrible if she had just kissed someone who upset Jan.
"Can you believe he has the nerve to tell me how to handle this with Hank? He thinks he knows better than I do! I'm the one who's lived with the Hank the past half of my life!"
"We've all lived with him Jan. We've all..." Wanda fiddled with her fingernail as she tried to find the least offensive words, "We've all seen how the relationship has affected you. "
"I hope you have! Being with him has made me the happiest, I've ever been Wanda. I thought at you of all people could understand this Wanda."
"Why me? Why would I understand you and Hank? Nobody understands Hank and you..." Wanda trailed off, obviously becoming frustrated.
Jan leaned forward as she spoke to Wanda, urgency in her voice, "You've been in relationships that people didn't approve of. Whether it be your teammates or the public. You've never let other people's feelings decide things for you. I don't see why I should have to submit to everyone else's ideas for my relationship! You Wanda, you I thought would understand." She leaned back into the couch, out of breath and red in the face. "Jan...there is a distinct difference between your and Hank's relationship and mine and Vision's, which I assume you're referring to," Wanda said in a stern voice. She almost sounded offended. "The fact that you could even compare my and Vision's love to your love-hate, abusive bond to Hank, worries me. Either you have a greatly skewed vision of my past relationships or, as I suspect, an even more skewed vision of your and Hank's relationship. Vision never beat me. He never put me down. He loved me, and I loved him. We had children together," she said with a twinge of pain, "and even if we're not together now, that doesn't mean what he and I shared wasn't the greatest experience of my life!" She too sat back in her seat, quickly becoming emotional.
There was an awkward silence which could seemed to have spanned an eternity before Jan finally spoke, "I...I'm sorry Wanda. I crossed the line by bringing up your and Vision's life together. It's just..." she paused, "I can't help it. I know Hank is wrong. He's a monster...He gets pleasure out of hurting the one he loves most. Still, with all of his flaw---"She was cut off by the smashing in of her bedroom door.
Hank activated his powers as he willed himself to grow to eight feet tall. The muscles in his arm flexed as he prepared to throw all of his force into the pathetic wooden barrier. He shot his arms forward, destroying the feeble wooden doors that led to his ex-wife. Jan and Wanda snapped to attention as they heard the crunch of the doors. "So I'm a monster Jan? Is that really what you think of me?"
Jan stood as she said in an apologetic voice, "Hank, you didn't let me finish...now please just calm down and we'll tal—"
"I will not calm down Jan!" Hank screamed at her. She fell back into her chair like a child being chastised.
"Yes, you will," stated Wanda simply as she stood.
"How did you get out of the containment cell?" Jan asked.
"Hmm...It was easy really. Once your new boyfriend, that bone-headed Hawkeye opened the cell," responded Hank, a quaint smirk on his face.
"He's not my boyfriend, Hank," said Jan in quavering voice, as she tried to sound tough.
"Oh, come come now Jan...We've all seen how he tries to protect you. How he wants to save you from the big bad man," Hank said as he started to approach the women. "He was right about one thing...he does need to protect you from me...too bad he couldn't even protect himself!" He took another step forward. Jan's eyebrows scrunched in frustration as Wanda interjected, "What did you do to Clint?"
"Oh nothing really...It was his own fault if you think about it...He had it coming..."
"Where is he?" Wanda exclaimed as she closed the distance between herself and Hank.
Hank looked down at the puny girl in red. "What are you going to do if I don't tell you? If that freak in purple couldn't take me, I doubt you can honey. Trust me, you don't want to end up in worse condition than he right now." While speaking he had been marching forward as Wanda backtracked, obviously intimidated. She felt the back of her legs hit the chair she had been sitting it. She hadn't noticed her subconscious retreat.
Jan just watched. She could see her life falling apart in front of her. Hank had finally crossed the line into total insanity. Clint was in who knows what kind of condition in god knows what room. Captain America had left. Tony wasn't around...neither was She-Hulk. Wanda was surely about to receive a beating even worse than Hawkeye's... Jan knew that her life as well as the Avengers would soon crumble away into nothing.
Unless she did something about it.
Well, there it is...the end to my fic...KIDDING! Wouldn't it be tormentful if I ended it there? You might not think so...but I would so I'll have an update...soon (ish).