crossover fic

Section 2: Letters

     "Hey, uh, Junichiro? Could you give me the address of your friend from the coffee shop? Peggy brought up the idea of Japanese pen pals, so I thought he'd be a pretty good option. He seemed like a stand-up guy." Hank requested, scratching his neck. Junichiro turned his head toward Hank, taking out a small notepad.

"Of course. I will write it down for you." He replied, writing it out and tearing the paper from the notepad. He hands it to Hank. "Here. I'll let him know I gave it to you so that he isn't surprised when he receives a letter from America."

"Thanks." Hank nods, smiling. Him, Junichiro, and Cotton then meet Peggy and Bobby back at the hotel. They all say their goodbyes to Junichiro, and get on a taxi to the airport. While boarding the plane, Hank feels a bit sad to be leaving Japan. That's weird, I didn't think I'd feel upset about going back to America. No, I'm sure I just miss my brother. That's it. He thought, shaking the feeling off. As they landed in America, all the feelings Hank had been experiencing had subsided.

"Well, guys, we're finally back home." He declared proudly, smiling. Cotton swats his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, no need to get all sappy." He said, waddling off the plane. They picked up their luggage, walking through the airport. After pulling Bobby away from a couple of gift shops, they made it outside. As they walked through the parking lot, they finally found Didi's car and got inside. "What're you waitin' for, woman? Drive the car!" Cotton spoke again, having to raise his voice over their crying baby, G.H.

"Cotton, you shouldn't yell like that. You are only going to upset the baby." Didi responded, sounding a bit tired as she turned around to look at the car seat behind her. "Sorry, it's going to be a bit of a tight fit." Peggy put up her hand.

"I can assure you, it will not be a problem." She stated proudly, though it was clear she was also annoyed at the crying infant. Bobby looked around, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the lack of space as well as the baby's wailing. Hank spoke up.

"Uh... Peggy, are we sure about that?" He said, sounding tentative as he tried to get in the car to no avail. She blinked.

Five seats.

Six people.

...Maybe not?

"Right..." she began, "...well, Bobby can just hold G.H." She smiled, content with her solution. Bobby turned his head.

"What?! Why do I gotta hold it?!" He protested, very not content with her solution. Hank could only sigh.

"Bobby, that is a baby. Not an it." Peggy scolded as she took the plastic baby carrier and handed it to Bobby in the middle seat, noting to Didi, "You should really put him in a proper car seat, just so you know..." Didi nodded, clearly exhausted.

Bobby only complained further. "Do I seriously have to carry it the whole time?" Hank put his palm on his forehead while Cotton looked like he was about to smack his palm on Bobby's forehead.

"Quit yer whining and hold the damn thing, Bobby!" Cotton bellowed. Peggy sighed at his abrasiveness, but she wasn't at all surprised by it. Bobby gave in. "Ok, ok, I'll hold him!" He spoke. [i am NOT finishing this shit. NO way.]