New character time. Our lovely Hank McCoy. Now, I am going for a more mature version of the Nicholas Hoult, Hank, in this. Here, he is older and wiser, and more in tune with his Beast side. I'm not going for the Kelsey Grammer version though. I will be writing him as being a little gruffer, than the young, quiet Hank. But I hope that you still enjoy.

Charles quietly rolled into the labs. A small smile pulling at his lips, as he watched Hank work on his latest experiment. He knew that the doctor wouldn't like what he had come to ask of (Y/n). He knew that Hank would be the loudest dissenting voice out of everyone. That he would say that the Avengers could just fly on and take their body with them. But Charles knew that he had to ask (Y/n). That soon the Avengers Quinjet would be landing outside the school, and she would be able to feel the presence of the dead. That the other side would call to her. And even if (Y/n) decided that she couldn't do what Bruce wanted, Charles knew that he had to prepare her for the death that was coming to their doorstep.

"Hello, Charles. How can I help you?" Hank suddenly asked, as he finally realised that someone had entered the room.

"Hank. I'm actually here to see (Y/n). She wouldn't be here, would she?" The professor enquired, despite knowing full well that wherever Hank went, the beauty would not be far from her Beast.

Since the moment that she had been found, (Y/n) and Hank had had a connection. That there had been something between them. And over time, that connection had only become stronger. More intimate. Charles happy that despite (Y/n)'s unusual existence, that the pair had found one another. That they had the love they both so richly deserved.

(Y/n) had often told Charles, that Hank had a wonderful way of calming the physical form that she possessed in this world. A way of making the body feel safer than it had ever felt before. Helped her control the horrors that plagued her mind. (Y/n) happy to trust her form with the doctor, while her soul drifted to the plain in which she truly resided. And in return, (Y/n)'s quiet presence, seemed to calm Hank's beast side. Appeared to help the doctor quiet the doubts about his abilities and mutation, that had plagued him in his youth.

"Of course, she is, Charles. She's over in her usual corner. I think that she is currently reading her way through Pride and Prejudice, or Sense and Sensibility. She says that she finds Jane Austen's work, and the romance of the Georgian era, quite interesting. Either that, or I think that she wants to see me do a Mister Darcy, and appear from a lake in a soaked, white shirt." Hank chuckled, as he pointed over towards the far corner of the lab, where one of the mansion's old armchairs had been set up, so that (Y/n) could quietly pass the hours until Hank had finished for the day.

"What do you need her for? I am sure that she would be happy to get out of here for a little while. I know that she won't say it, but I think that she sometimes gets bored just waiting for me." Hank enquired matter of factly, as he turned his attention back to his test tube. The question, the one thing that Charles didn't want him to ask.

"I need her help with something. Some friends need her help." Charles replied quietly. Hank almost dropping the liquid filled tube to the floor, as he spun back around to stare at the professor.

"Who wants her help? And what kind of help?" Hank growled slightly. Not liking where this was going. The doctor knowing that these "friends" of the professors, could only need (Y/n)'s help with one thing.

"Please, Hank. I have just received a call from Doctor Banner. It would appear that the Avengers urgently need (Y/n)'s help with......."

"No Charles! Banner should know better than most, not to ask (Y/n) to use her abilities. She has told him about what happens when she talks to the dead. And given that I can't imagine that they need help with the most reputable or pleasant of people, we both know what she will have to go through afterwards. I won't allow it Charles. And neither should you................"

"Hank." A soft, hauntingly beautiful voice called out. The two men turning to see (Y/n) slowly gliding towards them.

"Its alright. Really. I want to hear what Bruce wants. I know that he wouldn't ask unless it was really important." (Y/n) said, as she took Hank's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"But..........."

"I know, Hank. And I know that you are only doing this to protect me. But surly the decision is mine? The choice to use my powers was taken from me for so long. But now that I can choose, I would really like to hear what Charles has to say. And now that I have you waiting for me. Now I know that you will be watching over me. I no longer fear the demons that I may have to face." (Y/n) explained. A soft hum coming from deep inside her, as Hank pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). You're right, it's your choice. And whatever you decide, I'll be with you." Hank assured. The big, blue, furry doctor, placing a gentle kiss to his girl's forehead.

"Alright, Charles. Tell me what Bruce and the Avengers need."

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(Y/n) and Hank listened as Charles told them what little information Bruce had given him. That they were on their way to the mansion, and that what they were bringing, was to do with Hydra.

Hydra. Of course, it would be Hydra. (Y/n) knew Hydra, of old. She knew what they did. What they were capable of. She had seen it firsthand. Experienced the horrors that they would inflict on others. And when they had finished with their victims. When they were nothing more than a shell. Hydra would bring the bodies to see her. They would make her question the dead one more time, before the departed were allowed to rest. Although in most cases, the dead would end up in a place that was much worse than a dingy cell in a Hydra base somewhere. As hard to believe as that was. So now, if Bruce was giving her a chance to help the Avengers stop Hydra, then she knew that she had to help. That despite what she would have to face, once again she would have to talk to the dead.

"Alright." (Y/n) said, as she looked between Hank and the professor.

"I'll do it..............."

"Are you sure, (Y/n)? No one would blame you if you were to say no." Charles asked, as he reached across and took (Y/n)'s hand.

"I'm sure, Charles. If I can help Bruce and the others stop Hydra from hurting people, then I'm prepared to do what it takes. And as long as I know I have Hank to come back to, the demons will be nothing." (Y/n) replied with a smile, her head suddenly turning up to look out of the window.

"Now I think that you should both go and greet the Avengers. They may not be here just yet, but I can hear their guest calling, and I need to prepare." (Y/n) continued. Kissing both Hank and the professor, before she left the labs.