๋࣭ ⭑ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴀᴅᴇ ๋࣭ ⭑

Stay

It was a simple favor.
  Take care of Hank and Dean while the others were away doing what they needed to do. They wanted the boys to stay put simply because of how "expensive" this trip was.
   Either way, you were thrilled when you got a phone call from Brock asking you to come over. You loved spending time with the boys, and vice versa. They considered you to be a surrogate mother, even though you were going out with their beloved body guard. You were a bit nervous when you first met them. But with all things, time really brought you closer together. Both you and Brock couldn't be more happier when they said you were welcome back anytime.
  Everyone was already standing by when you pulled in the massive garage. H.E.L.P.eR was loading things up, Rusty was giving the boys some ground rules, and Brock was checking the X-1 over.

"Hey, look! It's (Y/N)!" Hank points out as you get out of your car.
  He and Dean rush over to you. Seeing as how the boys were obviously no longer in hearing what he had to say, Rusty crosses his arms and enters the plane.
   The boys almost tackle you, but you're able to keep you balance. The three of you become a giggling fit, but you break it off by ruffling their hair.

"Are you spending the night with us?" Dean asks.

"Sure am, Dean-o!" You reply.
  They share a second of victory, both whisper-shouting "yes!" as they fist bump each other.
  It was at this time that Brock finishes up, shoving the panel back in and taking a rag from his back pocket and wipes the oil and gunk off his hands. He then saunters over to you, tossing said rag over his shoulder.

"Hey gorgeous," his strong voice echoed throughout the place. You straighten up.

"Hmmm, boys?" You hum.

"Yes ma'am?" They answer in unison.

"How about you both go play outside and I'll call you back when we're done. I've got to...see where they're going in case there's an emergency."
  They both nod and run off, leaving you and Brock to have a moment to yourselves.

"Nice one, now c'mere."
  He takes you up in his hefty arms and leans in for a kiss. You run a hand up to cup his face. Sadly, this doesn't last as long as you want it to. He pulls away from you before anyone walks in on you both, but he still has your hands resting in his much larger ones.

"Thanks for doing this."

"Anytime, love. Now where exactly are you going?" You faintly tilt your head to the side.

"It's just some super science-y convention. Something Doc has to go to. You know him. He doesn't want the boys to, uh... Touch stuff."
  The thought makes you chuckle. You also know how the boys can get a bit clumsy when around technology and the like.

"Well, at least you're not going somewhere where there's a lot of-"

"Are you two done yet?!"
  You jump at the sound of his voice.
   Oh, that Rusty.

"I've got somewhere to be!" He's waving his arms up.
"Brock, I would hate for us to be late! Get your ass in here and-"

"In a sec, Doc!"

"Unbelievable," Rusty mutters as he walks back in the plane.
  Brock waits until he's out of sight.

"Now, where were we?" He diverts his attention back to you. His ocean-like eyes would be the death of you.

"Just check in every once in a while, yeah? We'll do the same."

"Of course."
  The way his voice rumbles with the last syllable makes you get butterflies. He then holds your hands up and plants a soft kiss atop your knuckles. He lets you go and makes his way to the aircraft, stops at the doorway, and turns to you.