It was about 7PM and Gage finally open the door to his apartment. He told the landlord it was temporary but wasn't sure for how long. He had no problem. He turned the light on to the wall. He sighed. There was a fridge, stove, TV and couch with a bed. That was it. He threw his bag to the couch before sitting on it. It was flat. At least it was better then the jungle and huts and corrupt army units and horrible fathers. He tensed, the horrible memories resurfacing. He shook his head of the thoughts before getting up. He needed to move, he needed to do something before he went stir crazy. Now that he was alone without any distraction, he found more and more memories coming up. He went to the tiny bathroom, the smell of it triggering memories. It smelled of moist mold in the wall and other questionable substances. He shook his head as a flash of his father came to mind, making him gasp. He could feel himself hyperventilate. A panic attack. Nothing new. He had a few on the hellicarrer. They told him they were normal with PTSD. He turned the water on, cold as it could be.
That was a bad idea. For a half second he thought he was back there again. He was in that hut, he saw them as if they were in front of him. He knelled, gripping his hair, trying to get his breathing and mind under control. He wasn't in Korea. He wasn't being tortured and waterborded. He was safe in his own apartment. He kept telling himself he was safe. Safe. Safe. A sob barely escaped as he punched the tile, denting it and cracking it to pieces. The pain was enough shock to bring him out of his panic induced state, breathing heavily. He saw the blood on his knuckles, shaking his head. He needed to go out. Get his mind of things.
He cleaned up his hand and himself up and went down to the local bar. It had been quite a while since he set foot in an American bar. It was loud as he walked in with some sort of crappy pop music. He'd much rather have them playing Queen or Iron Maiden. He went thru the crowd of people, sitting on the bar stool. The young woman behind the bar smiled/smirked to him, walking over. Her black tank top barely holding in her breasts. Her blonde hair flowing over her shoulder. "Hey cutie, what can I get you?" He sighed. "Beer please. Any, just make it cold." She smiled. "Anything for you." He returned the smile, weakly. Once she handed him the cold beer bottle, he drank, it, fairly fast.
She grinned, leaning against the counter. "Impressive." He gasped out, placing the bottle on the counter, breathing heavier. "Thanks." She smiled/smirked to him. "So girl trouble?" He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" "It's some kind of trouble, I can tell that much. So what is it? Girlfriend fighting with you? Parent issues? Lose your job?" He smirked weakly. "None of the above." She smirked. "Well how about I get you another beer and you tell me these troubles." He smirked. "You can try." He wasn't gonna tell her a word but he found a distraction for his anxiety. She smirked, walking back to get another beer. She bent over and he looked. Cute, very hot but he was never one for blondes.
After seven beers and taking her back to her place, he had her pinned to her front door, kissing the bar maids neck. She moaned, her legs wrapped around him, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Oh yeah.." He groaned. He was rock hard against her warmth. He felt her breast thru her thin tank top. She gasped. "Ohh God.. I want you inside me..." He was able to hold her to the door easily as he unzipped his pants, bringing his hard member out, moving her panties out of the way to thrust in, very happy she was wearing a mini skirt. She moaned. "ooh yes..mmm.." Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he thrust in and out hard, groaning as he went into her. "Oh fuck.." He moaned, already feeling himself tense. It has been a while but luckily he felt her tense to. She moaned, gasping. "Oh fuck..I'm close.." He went harder, groaning. She gasped, coming hard around him. "Oh fuck..fuck, yes.. ahh" He groaned, pulling out and coming on the floor, dripping. She panted against him. "That was the best fuck I've gotten in a long time.." She giggled, obviously high from the sex. He smirked weakly, putting himself away with one hand before, carrying her bridal style to what he assumed was her bedroom.
She giggled softly against him, her head lolling sleepily from the mixture of alcohol and sex.
He laid her on the soft comforter of the full size bed. He sat next to her, waiting for her to sleep. She saw what he was doing, reaching out, holding his arm. "Stay.." she smiled softly, sleepily. He felt weak. Tired and thoroughly intoxicated. He let out a breath, laying down next to her, holding her close. He fell asleep quickly.
A few blocks away Kim was watching the snow from the living room. She could see the giant, glittery ball of new years eve high in the air. They weren't far from times square. Quinn was asleep and Tony well... she went to go find him so they could watch the ball drop from the window but she found him passed out on his desk, whiskey bottle in hand. She sat on the couch, trying not to cry, her shoulders softly shaking. She didn't even jump when she felt warm hands with fingerless gloves. She just looked up into Clint's blue eyes, her own eyes watery. "Tony...he's.. He's passed out. Drank too much." Clint frowned, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her close to himself, hiding any anger he felt toward Tony. He wanted to kill him but right now Kim was more important. She cried softly into his shoulder, hearing the muffled people countdown from 10. She swallowed down the lump in her throat,eyes widening as Clint tilted her head up to meet him. He couldn't hold it in anymore. His mouth started to open, to speak but she beat him to it. "I love you.." Her voice was quiet and watery. Scared. He smiled weakly. "I love you to." She bit her lip, looking terrorized but it felt like a weight was lifted was off there shoulders. He smiled weakly, holding her face, kissing her softly as the ball dropped, ringing in the new year.
He groaned as his phone alarm went off in his pocket. He reached in, looking at it. 9AM. He sat up. He had work in an hour at Stark Tower. He felt the blonde next to him move. "Hey babe.." She smiled, sitting up. She kissed his cheek. "I'll make us some breakfast then maybe I can learn your name." She smirked weakly, getting out of bed, still in her mini skirt and tank top form last night. He sighed, running his hands thru his hair before getting up, slowly. His head was hurting. Wasn't the worst hangover.
He could already hear and smell bacon sizzling on the skillet as he walked out to the kitchen. He smiled weakly to her. " Hey.." She smiled, flipping over a strip of bacon. "So whats your name?" He smiled weakly. "Gage. You?" "Delilah but you can call my Lila." He smiled weakly, "Nice to meet you Lila but I really have to go. I have work, I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day." She smiled, handing him a plate of over easy eggs and bacon. "Well you can eat first. I'm sure you have enough time for that." She smirked. He smirked weakly before taking it and sitting down at her table. She smiled, sitting next to him, sipping coffee, handing him a mug. "Here." he Nodded. "Thanks." He sipped the coffee.
She looked him up and down with a small smile. "So what time are you done working?" He was nearly done eating the food in front of him when he swallowed. "Six." She nodded. "Maybe, if your not doing anything, you'd want to go see a movie or get dinner?" He looked to her, almost surprised. "You mean like an actual date?" "Yeah." He nodded. "Sure. I have no plans but an empty apartment." She smiled. "Ok great. Give me your phone." He raised an eyebrow, handing her his phone. "Why?" She smirked, holding it. She saw his wallpaper. "Ghostbusters? Really?" He chuckled. "It's one of the best movies in the world." She chuckled, pressing buttons. "Whatever you say." A few moments later she handed him his phone back. "Here. Text me when you get down working."
He smiled weakly,not sure what to make of this but hell it was a lot better then the empty apartment.
He parked in the parking lot adjacent to Stark tower, walking into the security HQ, going up to the front desk. She looked like a no-nonsense cop, hair tightly put into a bun on her head, "Can I help you?" "Uh Yeah I'm here about a job, sent me." She started typing in the computer. "Gage smith?" "Yes." She nodded. "Come this way, we'll get you your ID and tour." A few hours later he was guarding the front door, Id-ing people and checking there badges. Although it was boring as hell it was a lot better then that damn jungle.
He turned, seeing Clint, Kim and Quinn, bundled up. Clint waved to him. He smiled, waving back. They walked over to him. Kim had Quinn in her arms. "Hello, how is your first day going?" "Great. Little boring but I'l take bordem over that damn jungle I was in." She nodded with a smile. She spoke to Quinn. "Sweetie, say hi." She still hid in her mothers shoulder. Speaking quietly. "Hi." He smiled. "Hi princess. Wheres your daddy at today?" He noticed he must have hit a nerve, seeing Kim and Clint both tense up. Quinn spoke quietly. "He's not feeling well. Daddy is sick." He nodded. "Oh." He looked to Clint and Kim. Clint spoke, sounding a bit more then annoyed. "Hungover." Gage nodded in understanding. " So where are you guys going today? It's freezing." Kim smiled weakly. " Quinn wanted to see the new science exhibit at the museum. We better get going. We'll see you later." They started to walk away. He sighed, waving goodbye as they did. He didn't know why but he felt a longing watching them. An ache and he wasn't sure why.