[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ A Break From The Madness ≈

THANK U 2 MY VERY SWAGGY BIG BRO WHI REQUESTED THIS !!
Also sorry for making y'all wait for so long

[Third POV]

2B woke up to an annoying beeping sound coming from his beaten up alarm. He scrabbled over to turn off the blaring sound before letting out a groan.
'Another day of the same old patching up lesions and giving Hank his damned checkups, per usual,' 2B thought, reaching over to grab his tablet.
Coincidentally, Hank barged into his office- room? Ah, same difference.
2B shot up, "The hell Hank!?"
"Break."
"Pardon?"
"B.. re ak."

2B just sat up on his bed while staring at Hank.
"Break? Like.. from working?"
The mercenary nodded eagerly in response.
A long sigh escaped 2Bdamned's scarred lips. "Fine, fine, where to?" He asked, standing up to get ready for wherever hellhole Hank was going to drag him to now.

After 2B got ready, most of the time being taken up by him forcing his messy Mohawk into its actual shape, he cautiously stepped out the bathroom.
The moment he walked out though, his hood was yoinked by Hank who was right behind him.

Now at eye level with the beast, 2B looked unimpressed under his mask.
"Really, Wimbleton?" Sighed 2B. He was mad enough that has to take time out of his day to stop Hank's persistent bugging, but really? Did he HAVE to be dragged? He had perfectly good legs to walk with.
Hank let out a huff in response to 2B's vexing stare.

Once the medic was let down, he brushed the dust off his clothes and adjusted his goggles.
"Alright, let's go.. I guess."

[2Bdamned's POV]

"Sanford, Deimos! Hank and I are going out!" I hollered out, grabbing a pistol and a small flip-knife just incase we got jumped while out.
"Alrrright~!" I heard Deimos' annoying, shitty voice cackle back.
I opened the door and let Hank through before going out myself

It's been a while since I've been outside the house for non-mission purposes, but hey, I guess this is a change in light!
But then I saw Hank wonder off- I ran after him, of course.
Nobody wants a mass murderer running around with no adult supervision.

Soon, we came to a smallish food stand with the words, "HoT DoGS!" On it- the, "O's" look lowercase for whatever reason.
"Hank, we both know I won't be eating those.. processed meat sticks slapped on chemical bread. No way in hell," I stated while cringing horribly.
I wasn't one to be picky about my food, but man, hotdogs are just really up there in my pet peeves.

Hank's head snapped back to me with the look of, "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL THEM?"
Just before he could put his emotions into sign-language, I said, "You heard me right, and if your asking what those words mean, I'm saying they're UNHEALTHY and SHOULDN'T exist."
The Mag looked heartbroken and I just sighed.
"Alright, alright just order one- don't think I'll be eating any though."

Now here I was, Hank holding onto me while trying to make me have at least a bite of the hotdog.
I accidentally made eye contact with the Vender of the stand, and they obviously looked very uncomfortable with the fact that two wanted people are like.. right in-front of them.
But this is fucking Nevada! There IS no normal!

I finally caved in and took a bite of the hotdog.
I saw Hank's hands shaking a little to let out his pent up energy.
"..Hey.. this isn't half bad," I started.
Hanks eyes lit up,-
"BUT, I'm still not letting you eat this everyday."
I chuckled as I saw the mass murderer's shoulders droop.
I pet his head like a cat and smiled when I heard him softly purr under my soft pets and touches.

After a little, the angry red Nevadan sky soon deepened into a dark maroon, slowly growing darker shades of scarlets and fuchsias.
My attention turned to Hank as he gently picked me up, holding me as carefully as he'd hold a blender, maybe the occasional gun or machete.
Either way, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift off.
I thought one more thing before falling asleep, the countless nights of restlessness catching up on me.
'I wonder what life would be like when the madness, if it ever does, end?'

[Hank's POV]

I felt the man in my arms relax, his breaths evening.
Pulling down my mask, revealing my fucked up jaw, I gently blew a small kiss on 2B's forehead. I smiled to the best of my abilities when I saw his face scrunch up before relaxing again.
Adorable.
The one word that I could describe him over and over with.
Adorable, endearing, pleasant to be around, maybe a bit pouty here and there, but in a nice way.

If there was a person that was perfect in this world, maybe it'd be the man in my arms right now?
No, it IS the person in my arms.
They have always been the perfect person in my eyes, maybe not someone else's, but my eyes I see him as the gorgeous man he is.

I trudged my way back home, peering behind me time to time to make sure nobody is following me.
I eventually found my way home just when Nevada's sky grew pitch black and the house looked welcoming, to me of course.
After finding my way inside, I rushed over to 2Bdamned's room and placed him on the bed.

You can bet I didn't take my eyes off him.
Not even when my eyes got droopy,
Or when I yawned.
I just kept watch over my medic.
I only slept when I knew it was safe,
Even so I snuggled close to him.
I kept him close to my heart,
Just like he deserves, my heart.