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It was a calm day in Nevada, one of the only calm days they’ve seen in a long time. Hank and his group finally had some time to breathe, not having to look behind their backs every five minutes.
Hank was bored, calm was never something he enjoyed. Bored and hungry, not a fun combination in an apocalyptic world such as his. Luckily for him, he had snatched up a box of donuts from some agents earlier, saving them for a moment like this.
Making his way to the kitchen from his room, he nodded a hello at Sanford and Deimos sitting on the couch. Heading to the fridge, his stomach craving the sweet sprinkle covered treat, he opened the door.
What..
Hank gripped the door of the fridge in anger. Slamming it a second after. The large man turned quickly to the men sitting on the couch, glaring heavily through his red goggles.
“ Who ate my donuts.”
Every word dripping with hatred, fists clenched at his sides as he waited for a confession. Sanford and Deimos looked at one another in confusion, when had he even gotten donuts?
“The hell you talkin’ about Hank?”
Deimos asked with a bit of salt in his words. Sanford sitting in front of Deimos’ view of Hank, worried he may need to break up a fight in the next few seconds.
“So you stole my donuts, you fucking bastard.”
“I did not eat your fuckin’ donuts! I didn’t even know you had donuts, you moron .”
At this point Deimos had gotten off of the couch. Trying to make his way over to Hank, only to be met by Sanford’s hand blocking him from the other.
“Guys please, this is ridiculous, can’t we just enjoy our day off..”
Trying to defuse the situation that had escalated far too quickly, hands still up to block the two men from each other.
“Well I was planning on enjoying my donuts, but someone decided to eat them!”
“I did not eat them, you asshole!”
Hank had gotten closer to the two men, pressing his chest against Sanford’s hand in an attempt to threaten the other.
He was terribly nervous at the thought of the injuries that would be caused by this fight, hell Hank might kill poor Deimos over this. He did murder someone over their music being too loud, this wouldn’t be too far out the range of possibility for him. Sanford needed to think of something to stop this.
“Hank, it was me-”
“No it wasn’t.”
Completely unfazed at Sanford’s attempt to steal the blame, the largest man was still glaring daggers at the smallest. This had gotten way out of control, someone was going to get hurt and it was going to be Deimos.
“Even if I did eat your donuts, which I didn’t, what do you want from me?! I can’t magically make more appear, have you ever used your brain? Fuckin moron.”
God damnit Deimos
Right as Deimos finished uttering the word moron, Hank forcefully shoved Sanford out of the way and onto the couch. Getting right up to Deimos and grabbing him by the neck, hard. The smaller man was only able to gasp before the large hand grabbed his throat.
“HANK, HOLY SHIT!”
Sanford screamed at the other before trying to pry his way between the two. Hank, throwing the smaller man on the floor in response with a loud thud. Looming directly above the middle man of the situation. Deimos gasping and coughing for air on the ground, gripping at his throat with tears threatening to shed.
“.. jesus christ. You could have killed me!”
“Deimos! Shut your fucking mouth for once, god damnit ”
Deimos recoiled at Sanford yelling at him, he had never yelled at him before.. The tallest mumbling in agreement.
“Hank, for the love of god, back up .”
“Or what? You’ll shove me? I’d love to see you try.”
He had shivered slightly at that, Sanford knew he wasn’t nearly strong enough to fight Hank, but fighting over fucking donuts was obsurd. He had gotten more nervous as Deimos stirred behind him.
“You’re not fuckin immortal you asshat! You really want to kill your fuckin teammates over some god damn donuts! What will you tell Doc, huh?”
“You fucking idiot, you’re going to get your dumbass killed..”
Hank had grabbed Sanford’s shoulder to shove him aside again to tear apart the young hacker.
“What’s going on?”
Everyone turned toward the hallway where Doc stood, holding a donut.