Drabble Seven: The View
Sometimes, late at night, when Fury was fast asleep in his bed, Havoc would sneak in. Not to do anything to the guy, just to watch him sleep for awhile. Fury's dorm room had a window, and it didn't lock, and even stuck out a bit no matter how much you tried to close it. Havoc would open it, jump in and close it behind him, kicking his shoes off before getting into the living room, so as to avoid trailing. He would watch Fury sleep for awhile, sit by the bed and feel the warm air escape the smaller man's lungs. He hoped Fury couldn't smell in his sleep, since he did smell of smoke, though he never smoked at Fury's place.
Once, Havoc picked Fury's glasses up from the side table, looking through them without putting them on.
He's got to be completely blind… Havoc thought, unable to see anything through the lenses. But if he looked at them just right, he could see himself. He stared at himself for a moment or two, then put the glasses back carefully. No, Fury would never know.
He walked back to the living room, pushing the window open and sliding out. He closed the window once more, grabbed his shoes from the grass and headed to his car. He pulled off his socks, stuffing them in his shoes and putting the shoes on the floor in the back of the car. He took a deep breath, starting the car up.
It was too cliché to think that maybe one day Fury would like him, so he didn't think that. It was depressing though, how much sleep he'd lost on this little game. But looking at himself in Fury's glasses, that was a first, and a last. That dull expression and weird face, not something only a mother would love, but not something that Fury would fall for. No, Fury deserved better.
Or so Havoc told himself, but really, it was only when reflected in Fury's glasses, he was sure he looked like an angel.
End drabble seven.
Because we all need a little weirdness from Havoc/Fury.
Yuki- Thank you for the review on drabble four! It was fun writing them all normal, then all of a sudden they're not.
