#captainbritains

“Aaaand there we are. Capitol job.” Henry congratulated himself as he very carefully finished the arrangement of breakfast pastries on the table at his private address on Krakoa. The whole place very much felt like Henry. Plenty of natural light flowing in through the bay windows, shrubbery in hanging planters that he had just finished spritzing for the day, and a reading nook in the corner with an exceedingly cushy chair, coffee table, and lamp.

She was going to be here any moment and while he had invited Betsy over for business purposes it had been too long since they last caught up. He figured he could do both. He began buttoning up his floral Hawaiian shirt as he turned the kettle on with his dexterous feet. He didn’t have much in terms of nice clothes but Hawaiian shirts and baggy khaki shorts always could fit his rather large body.

It had somehow - against all odds - been a really relaxing and enjoyable evening.

No, Alex knew how. It was thanks to Betsy.

Normally, he’d be the last one to encourage telepathic interference ( having gone through one too many experiences of brain manipulation himself ) but somehow Betsy knew just what to do. Her presence in his mind was a welcome one.

They had danced. Holy shit they had danced.

Maybe they had drank a little too much, but Alex didn’t feel drunk - just a bit tired, warm, and somehow clearer-headed than he’d ever been before.

But even the best parties have to end sometime. Which was why he found himself at Betsy’s place, suit coat discarded on a hook by the door, bow tie strung loosely over his shoulder.

He didn’t have any ulterior motives with Betsy, and Alex knew Betsy knew that - and how shockingly out of character that was for one Alex Summers. His presence at her place was nothing more than a continuation to spending time together, a casual way of saying hey, I don’t want to leave you just yet.