Requested: Nope

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Light swearing and if you don't like blood, there's a little in this story.

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The mission was hard, to say the least. Yourself, Alex, Sean and Raven had all gone on a mission together, it was supposed to be simple; collect the distressed mutant and bring them back to the mansion. However this didn't exactly go to plan. There wasn't a mutant, it was a trap. A bunch of armed men came out of nowhere and started to attack the four of you.

You managed to defeat them but you all sustained bad injuries. Alex had a concussion, Sean had something wrong with his arm, Raven had probably broken some ribs and you had managed to get yourself shot in the side. It wasn't a huge wound but it hurt like a bitch.

Once the four of you had flown back to the mansion, Hank was stood waiting for you all. Sean and Raven had gotten off the jet first while Alex helped you off since you were finding it difficult to walk.

"What on earth happened?" Hank asked rushing forwards and inspecting your injury. You groaned slightly, mainly from the wound but also because Hank could be a very over protective boyfriend. Hank put you arm around his neck, his arm around your waist and help you walk to the infirmary. 

"Well, there wasn't a mutant, we were tricked into going there. When we got there a bunch of military men came out of nowhere and attacked us." Alex explained as you entered the infirmary. 

Hank and Alex set you down on a bed, sitting down was a lot worse than standing, you hissed slightly at the pain. Hank sighed, turning his back to get everything he need. Alex stared at you for a second, worry in his eyes. You sent him a reassuring smile.

"Will you be alright?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. You nodded, thanking him as he left. Alex was one of the few people you trusted more than Hank.

"Nice to see you too, by the way." You joked, leaning back on the bed but propping yourself up on your elbows. Hank didn't say anything. He put all he needed on a metal tray next to him as he sat down next to you.

"This is going to hurt." He warned, not looking at you. Sighing you nodded, letting him know that he could start. Hank rolled up your shirt to get to the wound. The bullet had stopped most of the blood that came out but there was still a lot there. 

You squeezed your eyes shut as Hank got to work. You yelled slightly which was followed by a small clang, telling you that Hank had taken out the bullet.

"I'm going to clean the wound then stitch you up." Hank stated, fiddling around with some wipes before starting to clean up the fresh wave of blood that poured out of your wound. 

After Hank had cleaned up most of the blood and started stitching up the bullet whole. It wasn't that painful but you winced every now and then. Once he had stitched you up he put a bandage on the wound. For the entire time that he was stitching you up, Hank didn't utter a word. You knew he was upset. 

"Are you really not going to say anything?" You asked, sitting up again and looking at the back of Hanks head as he washed everything up. He shrugged.

"There's nothing to say." He muttered, you groaned, running a hand through your hair.

"Well, you're obviously angry about something. So, spit it out." You grumbled, playing with the hem of your now very bloody shirt. Hank sighed.

"I'm not angry as such." He started but you scoffed, interrupting him.

"Could've fooled me." You muttered, more to yourself then to Hank but he heard you.

"Fine. I am angry." He said, turning to face you, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw set, "I'm angry because you are constantly putting yourself in danger. You're reckless and make irrational decisions. You just run into everything, head first, not even thinking about the consequences." He ranted, you rolled your eyes.

"I am perfectly capable of handling myself, you know. And I don't make reckless of irrational decisions." You shot back, you were getting irritated, this argument occurred a lot lately.

"No you can't. You've proved that today." Hank growled, glaring at you. 

"I didn't ask to be shot." You shouted, your anger getting the better of you. You hated it when Hank didn't think that you could handle yourself.

"Maybe not, but you certainly didn't think about the danger you put yourself in." He stated, still glaring at you.

"Yeah, well at least I don't stay behind and let others do all the work." You snapped, you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth.

Hanks faced dropped, his eyes leaving yours to stare at the floor. You sighed putting you head in your hands.

"I didn't mean that. I'm sorry." You sighed, raising your head and running a hand through your hair, not looking at Hank.

"I know you didn't." Hank said quietly, nodding, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things." He sighed, stepping closer to you, looking up you met his gaze. His blue eyes filled with regret and concern.

"I just. I just don't want to lose you. You go off on missions all the time and each time you come back with a new injury, even if it's small it still scares me." He said, taking your hands in his, "I reminds me that each mission could be your last. It could be the last time I see you and I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. I love and care about you too much to lose you." He finished, looking at your interlocked hands.

"You're not going to lose me. It takes a lot more than a couple of bullets to get rid of me." You said, when Hank didn't smile you continued, "Look, the other's have my back and we all watch out for each other. You won't lose me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Okay?" 

Hank sighed but nodded, he looked up and met your gaze. Hank inched forward, his eyes flitting between your own and your lips. Hank brushed his lips against yours. His hands on your waist, careful not to touch you wound. He pressed his lips against your own. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you kissed. Your lips moulded together. The kiss was delicate and gentle as if Hank was scared to lose you.

The two of you didn't hear the door open and close. You heard someone clearing their throat, pulling away from Hank you looked over his shoulder, Hank didn't turn, his had was buried in the crook of your neck. Sean stood awkwardly in the door way.

"Am I interrupting? Cause I think I broke my arm."