Getting back to writing these two and I may think of doing some story one-shots explaining how Firestar/Liz Allan came to be, how they met, why, what happened, and all that blah blah blah fun stuff. I'll warn you though, my attention flip flops around and I'm trying to concentrate on another story too. So don't expect me to update in a timely manner. I'll update when I can and feel like it. Not to sound rude but it's just how I am.
Ch. 4.-Someone Who Understands
There is nothing wrong with him.
At least, that's what he keeps on saying, over and over again in the privacy of his mind. Temper rising slowly as he repeated this over and over again. Max had done this ever since the accident that granted him his powers and condition.
He was fine.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with him.
Nothing wrong.
He hated it when others questioned it, whether he was sane or not. It felt more like an accusation than a question. Reacting negatively and lashing out to shut up and drop it. The man could barely tolerate any suggestion that he was less than sane-crazy even. It reminded him of Ravencroft, of the confusion with his own identity, grasp on reality, and memory. Like Liz, he held a certain dislike and distrust of doctors, especially ones within the psychological fields of study and practice. There was too much self doubt, too much confusion caused by them for him to ever be self assured again. Even though it wasn't entirely their fault, Max wasn't willing to admit it just yet.
There were few people who could easily calm him.
One of them was incarcerated after his last plans fell apart no thanks to Spider-man, a few friends, and…himself. Max still didn't know how to feel about that. He'd prefer not to think about it.
Hands came up to his face, jolting the man from his thoughts and blue eyes flew open to see the young woman in front of him. Soft, understanding brown eyes greeted him while the owner brushed back stray strands of hair from his face. She smiled at him.
"Hey…" Liz said, feeling him curl his hand over one of her own.
"Hey yourself…" he replied, shuddering from the physical contact. It was still taking some getting used to being able to feel again, much less touch another human being.
Max opened his mouth to say more, but she shushed him. Leaning in close and chastely pecked his lips, Liz let go of his face and took hold of his hands.
"Don't. You don't have to say anything." She smiled once more before lowering her gaze. Their hands were placed on her place, her thumbs massaging the back of his. Marveling at how warm and nice her hands feel in his, Max squeezed slightly in a comforting manner. She squeezed back.
Seeking each others eyes, they both stared, caught up in the moment they shared together. No words needed to exchanged between them, they understood the other perfectly in regard to this problem both face.
Like him, Liz did not like to dwell on her own sanity, or lack of it, after the years she spent as an unwilling test subject and the hardships she faced afterwards. No Therapist seemed to get anywhere with her either, and she had come to believe that no amount of sessions will ever help her get better. Though she was more forgiving as her experiences with mental doctors were more positive than his. It was the medical and scientific doctors she had trouble with.
A glint of gold on her neck was a perfect reminder as to why that is.
He wanted to take them off.
Free her from the things that bind and restrain her, finally allow her to shed the chains still binding her to the Hellions. Like always, the man cursed the Frost woman.
Something must've given away his thoughts as the young woman gave a sad smile and brought her head forward to rest on his shoulder. Bringing his attention back down to her and begrudgingly pushed any thoughts of Frost and the Hellions to the back of his mind. Slipping away from the warm hands, Max slid his hands over her back and pressed her close to him in a fierce hug. A slight cackle of energy buzzing briefly from him before settling.
Few people understood what they went through in life. There are even fewer they will eve trust and accept their understanding without any backlash from them. Fortunately, they had each other to seek help from despite some of differences and difficulties they face together. It means quite a lot to have someone who actually understands.