ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴊ ᴡɪᴍʙʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚢

1 week later

You sit on the couch for a couple of hours just to think about your life, all of that stuff. You smile weakly as Sanford passes by you but then jump when his giant hand is placed on your shoulder.
"OMFG- What do you need?" You gasp and turn around, slightly grumpy, Sanford grins and leans on the couch, your faces were closer than you liked, about 5 inches apart.
"Hey, wanna go outsi-"
"YES." You cut him off and jump up, wrapping your arms around his neck with a dead serious face. Sanford gasped slightly but then carried you to his room so that you can get dressed. He sat you down and walked out, almost closing the door but leaving a crack open.
"We're going to the store so, dress inconspicuous." Sanford was just outside of the room, so you could still here him.
"Why? What is even dressing 'inconspicuous'?"

"We stole you from the A.A.H.W, if any agent, on or off the clock, see you, I'm dead meat." You gulp and shrug your shoulders, going through the one small drawer you had containing your clothes.

"HAAAAANK!! COME HERE~!" You burst open the front door with a huge smile, Hank groggily comes out of his room looking like a mess. Your smile drops and you set the bags you were carrying on the island, you go over to Hank and put his arm around your shoulder. At first he tries to push you off but then sighs and walks over to the counter.
"Okay, you look like a mess. What happened?" He groans and gets himself a drink, leaning on the counter.
"I'm fine, now what do you want? Don't tell me you got noodles...?" You chuckle and shake your head, grabbing into the bag and handing him the contents. He looks at it confused then had a sudden realization.
"You got me a new mask?" Hank's eyes widen slightly and a warmer skin tone appears on his cheeks, you smile widely and unfold it.
"Yeah now hold still..." you take off his bandana and walk behind him, carefully slipping on the mask and adjusting it to his face shape. You could see the very tiny dark hairs on his neck rise up as your breath hits his neck, it made you smile.
"And...there~! Does it fit?" You grin and peek over his shoulder to see a facial expression that you could only describe as stone cold.
"O-oh, do you not like it?" His eyes shoot to meet yours and his demeanor suddenly softens.
"No, I like it, kinda not really, I mean I guess...Ummm." Hank jerks off of your grip and covers his mouth, rushing to his room, you look at his door in though and curl up on the couch.

"And I thought he was starting to like me...humph." you pout and stare out the window to see the blazing sun, sun that you haven't felt in weeks, possibly months until today. Sanford walks out of his room in confusion and looks at you from the hallway.
"Uh, what happened?"
You grumbles sadly and respond, not bothering to even pick your jaw up.
"Ask Hank..."

Sanford Pov

She mumbles, slightly incoherently, and I just go into Hank's room, he was sitting at his desk fiddling with his pen.
"Hey, man, what's up with Missy out there?" He jerks his head toward mine, and it kinda freaked me out not gonna lie.
"Uh...what's happening...? I feel like I came in at a bad time..."
"No. Why?" Hank asks in a monotone voice, I walk in and close the door.
"Because Y/n and you are both acting differently, is it because of her gift?" Hank tenses up and shakes his head.
"I'm fine. Get out." Hank grumbles and spins his chair away from me.
"Jeez, you got it, boss." He always hated when I would call him that, so I use it to my advantage.

Your pov

You sat in silence as you start to hear raining coming down, a slight patter turning into a heavy downpour.
"Good thing I went out earlier...a rare chance to see rain in this wasteland..." the silence became comforting but it was short lived as Hanks door bursts open and Sanford rushes out.
"SANFORD!!" Hank runs after him but then stops in his tracks once he sees you, he stutters and looks away from you before Sanford peeks out from his room.
"Hey Hank, you okay?" Sanford walks out and puts his hand on Hanks shoulder.
"...Fine." He sits down next to you and turns in the TV, Sanford sits next to you and puts an arm around your shoulder.
"You sly dog~." Sanford grins and turns on the TV and game system, you grab a controller and turn to look at the 2 men on each side of you.
"Wanna watch something? Or do you guys have any games?" Both men were silent, Sanford wanting Hank to talk to you, but Hank wasn't getting the message.
"Oookay, I'll turn it off the-"

"We have games-" Hank sharply interrupts you but doesn't make eye contact, he had never been this cold.
"What kind!" You lean towards him and grin, he pushes you away and grabs a controller.
"Well, a lot. There're over there...take a look." Hank points to a cabinet and you immediately rush over there and open it.

I can't focus, why can't I focus? This churning feeling in my gut won't go away. Fucking Hell. I guess I'm just sick. But, I wasn't feeling this earlier, maybe I should go lay down...
"Hank, do you play any of these games?"

Oh god

My stomach keeps churning, but why did it just get so much worst...

Your pov

He stays silent and looks away from you, standing up he rushes to his room. You and Sanford look at the door puzzled before turning back to look at eachother.
"Is Hank always like this?" You raise an eyebrow and chuckle, Sanford shakes his head and looks down in silence.

The next day

Everyone's still asleep, and I really want to go outside. I mean, if I go outside for a moment then it won't hurt?

You step outside to feel warm wind hitting your face, nothing could feel so refreshing. You take deep breaths and sigh as you relish in the wasteland that was Nevada. It wasn't much but you loved the fresh air, as fresh as it can be. The sun was rising and along with it came the blazing heat that you were too acquainted with.
"Let's go on a walk shall we..." you talk to your self and begin walking down the street, the shops opening along with people walking down the street, armed. The disgusting truth that Nevada was a dystopia, ruled by companies.

"Hey Girlie, where ya headed?" You hear a voice behind you, close. You turn around to see a random dude only a few feet away from you.
"Why should I tell you that?" You scrunch your eyebrows and softly clench your fists. He smirks and starts to come towards you, to which you stayed put. He was about to put a hand on your waist but you held onto his wrist and started to twist his hand.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK- Let me go bitch!" He tries to pull his hand away but to no avail. You smile sweetly and pull him towards you.
"Now, what did you need kind sir?" You look at him with the most sweet face but with the most cunning eyes you could make. He whispers and again, tries to pull his hand away.
"N-nothing..." you nod and let his hand go, continuing to go on your merry way, your day already much better.

Hank pov

"Sanford." I walk into his room, he was still asleep. He rolls over and groans, opening an eye.
"What...what time is it?"

"9 am, where your little girlfriend?" Sanford groans and sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"What do you mean? Isn't she ri-" Sanford feels next to him and then his face melts to one of horror.
"Don't kill me...Lets go find her." I groan and pull him out of the door, a strange feeling of fear in my stomach.

"Once we get her back, I'm watching over her. I can't trust you, especially with the things you've been doing." I look over at him to see that he was laughing sheepishly as we were running down the road.

That girl is dead.