Marvel Imagines

Hank McCoy

Riot Girl *: because I needed a short little bit of fluff in my life today

"She's got tattoos and piercings,
She likes Minor Threat,
She likes Social Distortion.
My girl's, a hot girl,
A hood rat who needs an attitude adjustment."

The last song of the night blasted through the venue, and the crowd around me moved as one. Jumping around to the beat, throwing our arms in every direction, and of course screaming along with lyrics. Tonight was so perfect, it was only fitting that the final song would be my favorite. As it same to end I was still smiling ear-to-ear. The concert high was still pulsing through my head as the venue emptied and I made my way out to the curb. I hailed a cab and made my way home expecting everyone at the mansion to be asleep when I arrived.

I was wrong. As I quietly my way to my room I noticed a bit of light flooding into the hall from one of the offices, Hank's to be specific. I smiled to myself before stepping into the room. I knocked lightly on the open door and Hank looked up at me with his usual sheepish smile.

"How was the show?" He asked.

"It was amazing!!!" I said and spun around with arms out, causing Hank to let out a small laugh.

"Little tipsy are we?" A cheeky smile was on his face, but there was a bit of worry in his tone.

"Don't worry I took a cab both ways, no driving." I began to make my way around the desk.

"That's good to hear." Hank said as he put his pen down and leaned back in the chair. I reached out my hand to him.

"Come on, it's late." Hank took my hand in his right and turned off the desk lamp with his left. I pulled on his arm a bit and he stood, following me out of the room. As we made our way down the hall Alex was walking in the opposite direction.

"Well, well, well, look who it is? Night and day." He said gesturing to the two of us. That's what he called us, 'night and day'. He thought it was funny, because we were so different. Hank was smart, shy and just about the nicest person I'd ever met. I on other hand was a hot mess and a magnet for trouble, but just because Alex was right doesn't mean he was funny. I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"Shut up Summers and go to bed." My comment only made him laugh more, but thankfully we had made it back to my room. Now it was Hank's turn to give my arm a bit of a tug as he guided me away from Alex. I stepped into the room and slumped down on my couch in a huff. Hank down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and placing a quick kiss on the top of my head.

"I thought you 'refuse to let Alex's dumb ass comments' get to you." He said pulling me a little closer.

"That requires impulse control, but right now I'm a little tipsy, so my impulse control is..." I made a drifting motion with my hand and Hank laughed again.

"You're cute when you're tipsy...that is, well I mean...you're cute all the time, it's just...um...I ...you're pre-beautiful, you're beautifu-" I cut him off his rambling by tugging on his shirt collar and pulling him in for a kiss. When I pulled away a moment later he was smiling back at me.

"And you..."I said while running my thumb lightly along his cheek bone. "are absolutely adorable when you ramble." He smiled again, this time at the ground as a wave of pink rose across his cheeks. I could help but smile back at him as I leaned into him and placed my head on his shoulder. "Also, you were right about Alex's comments. So, screw him because we're fucking adorable." This caused a fit of laughter to erupt from both of us. We may not be very much alike but we were happy and we loved each other, that's what is important.