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“Shit…”
Hank stated annoyingly at the large arachnid that decided his bedroom wall was a great place to sit.
“Come on Hank.. it’s just a pathetic bug, just kill it”
He tried reassuring himself, never breaking eye contact with the creature on his wall. Hank could kill countless men in mere seconds and he has yet to kill a spider on his own.
Breathing deeply, he stepped closer to the bug. Every time he got close enough to see the details on the spider, his heart quickened and hands trembled.
He hadn’t reacted as bad as usual this time, perhaps this would be easier than he thou-
The arachnid, noticing the large man holding a wad of toilet paper, decided it would run for its life. Quickly scurrying to the corner of the wall.
“JESUS CHRIST!”
Yelling at an uncharacteristic loudness, dropping everything he had and rushed over to the opposite side of the room.
Hank's breathing was erratic, head spinning, his whole body was trembling. He needed to calm down, especially before someone came into the room.
From how loud he was a second ago, someone had to have heard it, probably thinking he got attacked. No one could see him like this, calm down, calm down.
“One.. two.. three-“
Hank attempted to calm down by counting. He wanted to close his eyes but he couldn’t, he needed to watch the bug. At this point, he had gotten his hands on a machete that was conveniently in the same corner he was in, although much help that did.
The moment after he counted to five, the door swung open.
“Hank?! What’s happening?”
He looked up from his sad corner of comfort. Great, literally everyone was there. Doc was in front of everyone with a gun in hand, Deimos was right behind him, and in the way back was a very tired Sanford.
Hank was still shaking, and very obviously upset, how embarrassing.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.”
His voice was perfectly void of emotion, but it didn’t take a genius to just look at how Hank was acting in the corner. For starters, he was in a corner.
Everyone but Sanford was in Hank’s room now, the former choosing to stand in the doorframe. Doc was questioning Hank, making sure his breathing was normal. This was getting more and more embarrassing.
Deimos had spotted the spider on the wall first, looking back and forth between the large psychopathic killer and the small arachnid. He let out a long wheezy laugh, having doc turn around to also spot the spider.
“Wooow, the ruthless Hank is scared of a little spider, huh? Is that why you screamed? What a joke!”
Hank felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Deimos just kept laughing at him. At least he wasn’t panicking anymore.
Doc had slowly looked back at Hank after Deimos’ continuing laughter started. Both of them were pretty hard to read, but from what Hank could see, his eyes were very tired.
“Just… get it out.”
“Or what big guy?”
Hank scoffed, tightening his grip on the machete he was still holding from earlier. Sanford, admittedly, was far too tired to process what was happening.
Before anything else was said, Deimos scooped up the spider in his hands, causing Hank to start to panic again.
He wouldn’t dare.
Chuckling with that shit eating grin smeared onto his face, he started to walk towards Hank and Doc. Making Hank start to shake again, pressing himself against the wall as best as he could. He held his machete close to him, to attempt to shield himself from the spider.
Doc looked back at Hank for a moment, studying his reaction. Slowly turning back to the approaching bastard holding the source of Hank’s fear.
BAM
A shot was planted directly in front of Deimos’ feet as he walked closer, making him stop a few feet away from the two.
“The FUCK was that Doc?! You could’ve hit me!”
“Get closer and there won’t be a ‘could’ve’.”
He said coldly, still aiming slightly at the small man, his body blocking Deimos’ path to Hank. The large man eased slightly at this, but good god was that really necessary, it was very loud.
Doc could tell how badly Hank reacted to the spider, he didn’t want him to go into a full blown panic attack. He knew how bad panic attacks were, having to deal with phobias by yourself, it wasn’t fun. Just because Doc had to deal with his attacks by himself for the longest time, doesn’t mean Hank needed to as well.
The room was very quiet, Sanford having left a long time ago to avoid dealing with tomfuckery. The spider, still crawling around Deimos’ hand.
“Take it outside or I’ll kill it”
“Fine, Jesus. You’ve got such a stick up your ass.”
With a huff, Deimos left the room, slamming the door on his way out.
Finally lowering his weapon, he let out an annoyed sigh, one that a parent would give a disrespectful child. He turned to Hank, patting him slightly on the arm.
“Next time just come and get me.”
“…”
Hank nodded slowly, still trying to catch his breathing. The other man noticed, telling Hank to look at him and to try some breathing exercises with each other.
After a few deep breaths, he finally calmed down. They eventually moved over to Doc’s room, since Hank didn’t want to be anywhere near where the spider was.
Doc was typing away at some mumbo jumbo on his computer while Hank was attempting to sleep on the other's bed.
“Hey, Doc?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”