#10
Iskall: What're some things to call your partner?
Grian: Sugar
Mumbo: Flour
Bdubs: Egg
Doc: Butter
Etho: Stir
Impulse: Bake
Ren: Cake :D
Cub, texting in the group chat: Scar
Cub: Scar
Cub: s c a r
Cub: SCAR
Cub: sCaR
Cub: S C A R
Cub: S c A r
Bdubs: SCAR RESPOND TO HIM PLEASE
Doc: My phone keeps buzzing
Doc: It was at the edge of the table
Doc: I think it was attempting suicide into the trash bin
Etho: lol
Cub: S C A R
Cub: scar
Xisuma: oh jeez
Alex: Scar's busy
Cub: d o i n g w h a t
Xisuma: being stabbed
*multiple people are typing*
Keralis: Sweetfaces, can you suggest names for the me and Bdubs duo?
Grian: Smile-Man and Scared-Boy
Alex: Keradubs
Doc: Code 1-100
Tango: Bug Eyes
Steve: I get Alex's suggestion, but what's with the other ones???
All Hermits present: Minecraft things
Grian texting in the group chat: What day is it lol
Iskall: saturdee
Grian: ??????????
Mumbo: ?????
Ren: i think you misspelled "day"
Iskall: wait
Iskall: *saturday
Iskall: i'm an idiot lol
*after a few seconds*
Mumbo: if your waiting for someone to disagree it's gonna be a long day
Grian: OH
Etho: SHOOTS FIRED
Iskall: WOW QwQ
Alex: *knocks aggressively on bathroom door* KERALIS STOP PLAYING MINIGAMES ON THE TOILET, SOME OF US ACTUALLY NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM
Xisuma on comms: Phasma, how much help do you need?
Bdubs AKA Phasma: *about to die* YES
Doc: *scared* Did I ever tell you how pretty you are when you're angry? *smiles in fear*
Bdubs: Well, I must be simply gorgeous because I'm fURIOUS- *throws knife disturbingly close to Doc's face*
Doc: *runs for his life*
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(A/N: I got the idea to do this from reading Maiden's Incorrect Quotes! This is going to be pretty similar to what she's doing, so shout out to her! Expect something like this every once and a while, as a little glimpse of this universe. Thank you, and hope you enjoy!)
[TW: Slight mental breakdown, non-permanent death, grieving. Type: Hurt/comfort. Other Warnings: Infinity War and Endgame Spoilers]
Ren lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't very late, but it was still dark out: as dark as it could get in New York City.
The brunette closed his eyes, and a memory flashed through his brain.
"They... didn't make it."
"What? Y-You're joking, man, right?"
"... No. I'm not."
' No, Iskall and Grian are both still alive. We fixed it. It's in the past.'
Another, much clearer memory of the events of the Blip crashed it's way into Ren's head.
Ren sat in front of Iskall's colourfully decorated gravestone, surrounded by so many others: Bdubs, Xisuma, Grian, Tango, Zed. Those weren't the only ones, but Ren had already seen all of them countless times. He stared at Iskall's again for a few moments, before breaking down into sobs. "I'm sorry."
'They're okay- Iskall's okay, everyone's okay-'
An earlier memory, just when they'd thought they could fix it the first time, only to be crushed-
Ren watched with the rest of the remaining Hermits as Thanos' farm went up in flames. Everyone watched Impulse carefully, who stared blankly at the fire for a moment. As his expression suddenly changed, everyone knew who he'd suddenly thought of: Tango.
For a moment, the fire user's face flickered in the flames for Ren's eyes too. They didn't- hadn't talked often, but the werewolf couldn't help but join Impulse in grieving through the tears.
Ren shook his head and stood up. He wiped his tears away and looked at the mirror on his wall. A shaking brunette werewolf of fifteen stared back, his usual sunglasses hanging from his white shirt. His blue eyes were already red and puffy.
Looking away and moving his hair out of his eyes, Ren stared at the wood floor, his thoughts wandering back to the past. Gods, those five years sucked. Stuck at fifteen (which wasn't that bad by itself), half his team- no, his family, gone, the Avengers still split. Tears poured down before he could stop them.
' Come on, Ren, you idiot. Pull yourself together, it's in the past. Thought I was already past this...'
Knock knock.
"Hey, Ren, can I come in?" Iskall's cheery voice came from behind Ren's door.
Sniffing and trying to get the tears off his face, Ren responded, "Y-Yeah, come in dude!"
"Ren, I- Oh, is- a-are you okay?" The Swede asked, closing the door behind them before walking to Ren's side. The werewolf paused before shaking his head and slowly hugging his romantic partner.
Once Iskall asked what was wrong and if he wanted to talk about it, Ren broke down. He vaguely remembered Iskall leading him to his bed to sit down, then pulling him to their chest as they hugged him.
Ren also was pretty sure he fell asleep on them, because he woke up the next morning on Iskall's chest, covered by a few of the thinner blankets he had. Iskall had their arms wrapped protectively around their boyfriend, and was sleeping comfortably. Ren looked at the clock by his bed, which said the time was 6:48 am. He was pretty sure they missed patrol last night, but judging by the slip of paper that read "Due to your need of comfort and Iskall's need to cuddle you, you two have been excused from patrol and training for today and tomorrow. Love, the Voids", he figured the other Hermits had come into his room uninvited. Not like they hadn't seen Iskall and Ren cuddle before, but still fairly intrusive, as per usual.
Smiling like a dork, Ren laid his head back on Iskall's chest and closed his eyes, giving a contented sigh. His tail wagged slightly under the blanket, keeping a slow pace as he slowly drifted back to sleep. Thank gods he had people like the Hermits in his life.
In case some of you are confused, Ren was remembering the results of the end of Infinity War, what happened at the beginning of Endgame, and a bit of the five years when half the universe was gone.
Gonna be honest, the story part felt a bit off. Is it just me? Anyway, if you have any questions, thoughts, or comments, let me know! Thank you, and have an amazin' day, evening, and night!
- CaptainMarra (hopes you've actually been sleeping >:P)
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