#cinsomemore

He'd been freaked out enough at first that it had been easy because he'd been so out of his head he hadn't remembered how he got home. Then the days following he'd just sort of floated through until his mood turned and he became a menace to be around. He usually had a temper anyway, but it was getting so out of hand he lost one of his jobs because of it.

In the end it had felt like every hour without Cin hurt him, which was fucking stupid. Cin was for sale, he didn't give a shit about Hadrian. And still Hadrian needed him so much he ached with it.

So he was back where he had been five years ago, his heart beating in his throat as he asked for Cin. He really wished he could take the man out of there when looking around. Now that he was sober the place made his skin crawl.

Steve was gathering up everything that they needed for a good time watching movies for the evening. He gathered together a mound of foods that they could make, including a nice soup. Broccoli and cheddar, to be specific, and he was pleased with how it was turning out. Bucky had even gone and gotten them fresh made bread from the bakery.

Steve tasted the soup that the internet had told him to make when he had searched good meals for having friends over, and smiled, going back to stirring it up. It was very, very cheesy. When he heard the knock at the door, he rushed to go and answer it. He smiled brightly at Hadrian and stepped back, letting him in.

“Welcome!” He exclaimed to the other man. “I’ll have to send Bucky over to go and get Cin...” he said absently but he was genuinely happy to see Hadrian again, even if it had only been a couple of days since he had last seen him. He got that warm feeling back once again and liked how it made him feel.  “Bucky! Hadrian’s here, you should go and get Cin!” he called out, looking over at Bucky who was on the sofa.

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Steve call his name and blinked slowly. He got to his feet and walked over toward Hadrian. His finger was tucked into the pages of the book so he didn’t lose his place, and the book he was currently reading was ‘Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’. 

He offered a smile to Hadrian then, even if it was a bit faint, and held out the hand not holding the book. 

“Welcome back,” he added, offering a nod of his head. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”

At least this one was wearing pants, which would hopefully make this situation far less awkward than previous ones had. The fact that he didn't seem to be the usual teen girl responding to the threat with an unending series of sustained and horror-film worthy shrieks was even more appreciated. Kara did always prefer her hunts unaccompanied by screeching, and she supposed the grime-covered stranger was the least-irritating bait she'd encountered in a while.

Her sword may not slice through the beast's chitinous exoskeleton easily, but it did pierce the thing's soft underbelly as she stepped out of seemingly nowhere, driving the blade into its heart with practiced ease. This sort of behemoth was a slow creature, and its chitin made excellent armour, something that made it highly attractive to the wrong kind of people. The kind that would use a badly beaten stranger as bait while they waited with guns to take the creature out as it feasted.

The sword also had little trouble slicing through the ropes used to secure the man to the tree, freeing him as the man-sized insect fell to the ground. Kara had already dealt with the other hunters, so she supposed that all that was left was to deal with the man...and get her prey home of course.

"I suggest remaining calm, people who start screaming do not get transportation. People who help carry prey occasionally get to choose where they are returned to. Please select quickly, it has been a long day."

He was hitting bar number four for the night, never finding anywhere with the right vibe. He'd thought he'd wanted the gay club with the thumping music and groping hands, but it'd just overwhelmed him enough to send him running. He'd wandered after that until he found a random place, seating himself by the bar.

Hadrian was just drunk enough to ignore every hint he would have normally picked up about the kind of place he was in, his training going completely out the window for the night. He just knew they had drinks, and the energy around him was calm enough that he could ignore the feeling of being in the wrong place. His green eyes drifted absently around the room while he drank, never lingering on anyone.

His heart sped up a bit while he waited for an answer, nearly choking on himself when he finally got one "I uh...Hi! It's Cin!" he blinked "No! It’s Hadrian! You’re Cin. I'm...I...brought you some stuff."