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Hank stepped in the abandoned aahw building she and her teammates considered their home.
She was coming back from a long mission, one that she started at six and ended at midnight. The moonlight sparkled in the pool of blood slowly forming under her feet from her boots. Hank didn't care, it wasnt her blood anyways.
She closed the door behind herself, promptly locking afterwards. She stomped around the building, passing through long hallways to get to the kitchen.
Once there she opened the fridge. Empty. Slamming the door shut she turned around, only to feel the cold barrel of a gun up to her forehead.
She couldnt tell who was pulling the trigger in the dim moonlight, but the cold metal against her head didnt even make her flinch.
"Oh, its you. Thought you were an agent who found us," hank recognized the groggy voice of 2b. She slowly lowered the gun and stepped away, towards the coffee machine.
"Are you injured?" Doc asked as she turned on the loud appliance. It made a strange noise while she grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee.
"....No." hank mumbled in raspy voice. She hadnt spoken in quite a while. Her prosthetic jaw making it rather difficult to talk.
"Then go sleep. You're probably tired, that facility you just raided was trying to innovate mag creating technology. Did you encounter any?" 2b took her coffee and sat on the beatdown couch behind the kitchen area, only seperated by a half wall.
Hank took a moment to think. "....Y...Yes. Torture. I met it before." She grumbled. She was staring at 2b as they stirred their drink with a spoon and opened their laptop. She looked over what hank assumed to be code, took off their mask for a sip of coffee and started to type away.
Hank stared. 2b wasnt wearing her glasses, beautiful eyes glowing in the red light of the laptop screen. She admired doc, a lot. Why? She couldn’t tell. Maybe it was the way the red light highlighted her features. Maybe it was the way she talked, so straight to the point and dominating. Maybe the way she held herself, as a respectable figure, how she ordered hank, deimos, and sanford around yet how she cared so deeply about them that shed go out if her way to make sure they werent injured and if they were she would take care of their wounds. So admirable.
"Why's the staring?" 2b galnced at hank from her work for only a split second.
"You.....you are pretty....d-doc." Hank chuckled a bit. She saw 2b pause her coding for a moment before her mask shifted slightly, and her eyes narrowed. She was smiling.
Hank felt a warm feeling in her chest, one that only 2b made her feel.
"Youre not too shabby yourself, Ms wimbleton." 2b said lowly.
Hank walked to her and sat down next to doc. The couch shifted as the huge lady sat. She leaned over the dissenter's shoulder, looking at the screen.
She watched as 2b wrote and erased lines over and over so fast that she couldn't even see it happen.
"....how do you know what youre typing. Its too...fast." she said as she put an arm behind the other's back.
But 2b didnt notice the question nor the touch as she continued to type.
Hank watched on for a couple more seconds before she laid down. She grunted as the exhaustion in her body took over. She relaxed completely as she moved closer to 2b, for warmth.
Her eyelids grew heavy as the tapping and clanking of the keyboard and the occasional break for a sip of coffee were the only noises she heard as she fell asleep. With the feeling of 2b's body pressed against hers.
Hank woke up to early morning, milky red light came through a window from the kitchen area, barely strong enough to see in. She instantly felt a warmth next to her, a soft blowing on her face and when she turned 2b was sleeping peacefully, facing her. Her mask and bandages were off, revealing some nasty scars which hank considered beautiful. She raised her hand up to her face and, as gently as she could, brushed her thumb against her cheek.
She looked down at her lips. Theywere cracked an dry but hank always thought that they were soft. She light passed her finger over them, they were rough but hank wanted to know for sure. Even though he had found out the answer countless times.
She leaned forward, closing the small gap between their faces, and pressed her lips, or what was left of them, on the hers.
When suddenly 2b kissed back, making rhe originally short 'secret' peck, into a deel, passionate kiss. Her hand cupped hank's face, bringing them closer.
"....d-didnt know you were awake." Hank chuckled lightly.
2b giggled and lowered hanks head just enough to kiss her lightly on the forehead.
They looked into eachother's eyes. Hank probably had taken his goggles off during the night. It was a tender moment as their breaths overlapped and as they shared heat. 2b broke the comfortable silence.
"I love you, hank." She whispered.
"..Love you, too...."