Seeking Solace (Hobbs)

[Dante Stark]

Things hadn't exactly gone to plan, a declaration of love a heated passionate kiss.. And two lovers stood in the awkwardness they had both been trying to stop. Dante felt her words breeze against him once more she'd told him to leave as he stood up and removed his hand from his jaw. "Anything that'll make you happy, Hazel Hobbs.. Anything.. Stark said calm and collected with his voice hiding a sigh.. Stark zipped up his jacket as he'd turned on his heels looking down the corridor in front of him and then back to Hobbs..

It'd been a stupid idea from the start, and now there was nothing in the air. Dante felt like he couldn't breathe as he turned away from her and all she'd have been able to hear was the fading echo of his boots in the corridor. Dante proceeded to leave the compound as he'd made it outside he felt the wind sweep his face blowing away the tear he'd shed for her.. Stark looked at his car and sighed deeply as he opened the door and sat there for what felt like hours.

After his little episode in the car he'd finally taken the courage to drive away from the pain, he cruised through the streets and then finally made his way back to his apartment.. Stark parked the car and proceeded to walk through the darkness that was his apartment and then finally collapse on the bed not even bothering to turn the light on.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs didn’t look at him as he turned and left. As she listened to the echoes of his footfalls reverberating down the hallway, Hobbs went to the door and shut it, trying to block out the sound of his departure. She’d lost him again, and this time it was all her fault. She just had to screw everything over, didn’t she? It was like a curse. What didn’t fuck itself up naturally would disintegrate at her touch.

Hobbs laid her head against the door, her hand sliding from the cold door handle as she mentally berated herself for everything she’d broken and everything she could not fix. Burning guilt and ice cold shame came together in her chest, creating a tornado she could not begin to describe. She wanted this. God, how she wanted this... but she couldn't expect happiness now, not after everything.

Turning her back against the door, she slid down against it until she was crumpled on the floor. She laid her face against her knees, one of flesh and blood, one of carbon fibre and titanium. One body-warm, one machine-cold. She ran her hands through her short hair, wishing somehow, that she could fix this, wondering if there was any way to pick up the pieces.

Her phone buzzed. Hobbs looked up, and reaching out to the desk she grabbed the Samsung phone and flipped it open. She had one new message. Dialling the voicemail number, she sat hunched over on the floor of her lab, one hand buried in her hair and the other pressing the phone to her ear. To her shock, it was Stark’s voice on the answer phone message.

Hazel, it's Dante. Hobbs’ breath caught in her chest. She clutched the phone to her ear, wanting so much to hear him speak again. I'm finally back in New York, I'm sorry that I bailed out on you... I'd wished I had asked you to come with me... By now she wasn’t even mad. I missed you in a sense. It made her chest ache with yearning, and even when the voicemail went dead, Hobbs kept the phone to her ear, torn between letting it fall and replaying the message.

It was a long time before she moved from that position.