#marvel phase five

Pushing the door open slightly, it slid to the side for you as you poked your head into the dark room.  The stars that were passing by seemed to be the only source of light in the room, the dark covers on the bed were evidently bunched around a pale body as the soft humming of Eternal Energy that seemed to float in all of the ship was mixed in with the sound of soft snoring.  

You smiled, knowing that if Druig was snoring, he was in deep sleep.

As you walked over to be perched on the side of the bed, you saw his brown mop of hair against the black. Pillow and his face squished into the pillow.  His bare back was evident, pale against the dark sheet with small evident scars from the fight on the beach two days before.  You looked at the slashes along his backside and arms, the armor still keeping him alive and yet not strong enough to leave being the evidence of assault that he endured from Ikaris.  

Your fingers were moving over to hover over his skin, not touching his skin to wake him just yet but simply feeling the body heat that was radiating was almost like a heater.  Yet you found the one place where you knew would bring Druig to his knees and make him reset in his own mind.

Your fingers in his hair.

For as long as you knew Druig and fell into a relationship with him, running your fingers in his hair was something that always took out the bravado in him and made him beyond vulnerable.  He always stood tall, even should the calmer side and any of his insecurities or pains.  Perhaps he made him look aloof at times, or even stand-offish, but he meant well. He had to always stay a step ahead of others since he controlled the minds of others around him.  

But there was always tension in his shoulders, along his spine, and even knitted in his brows when the day would be long or stressful.  You could tell he needed to simply be at peace within his mind and to unwind, and you thought at one moment to run your fingers in his hair at one time when you two were hugging one another in the hallway of the Domo. 

Without even thinking about it, you rang your fingers in his hair as he hugged you close, you feeling him shiver against your hold.  You thought you pushed it a bit too far, only thinking of giving him some kind of comfort as Druig pulled away and stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips.  Something in his blue eyes made you lose your train of thought.

“I’m sorry—“ You were about to apologize to him since it felt like you overstepped by touching him and his hair.  But he shut you up instantly as he kissed you passionately, you falling against him as he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again and again away from prying eyes.

The rest was history.  

It was now you own hidden secret that you kept from others, something you had no problem in hiding it within yourself.  Having Druig as your better half seemed too good to be true, almost like the missing puzzle you were looking for all the time you were on Earth.  But he snuck into your heart easily, swiftly, all from you simply running your fingers in his hair to bring him calm and ease.  And since you then knew he liked the touch of your fingers along his scalp, you would do it anytime you could.  Not in front of the others, but when it was just the pair of you.  

You rang your fingers in his hair to fish out the sand and rock rubble that was buried in his locks after a Nast fight against a Deviant.  You dug your fingers into his locks when he would make love to you and bring you to new heights in your shared bed.  You massaged his scalp when he was in tears and hugged you tightly, watching humans hurt one another with no way of stopping it himself.  

It brought him comfort, it brought him peace, and most importantly, it brought him home.  

Once again, you touched his locks delicately and in a soothing rhythm as he hummed and mumbled in his sleep.  

“Druig, it’s time to wake up, darling,” You whispered to him, touching his hair again and then massaging his scalp soothingly as he grumbled.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily, you chuckled as you leaned over to press light kisses along his cheeks and then on the tip of his nose.

“Time for you to wake before Makkari finds you slacking in your chores,” You reminded him, seeing him crack a smile at the mention of his best friend with his eyes still closed.  He finally cracked open one eye, and you saw the rare blue orb he had as he blinked twice while adjusting to the darkness of the room.  It made your inside warm from the sight, seeing how restful he seemed to be for the first time in some time. 

Being in the jungle together for 500 years running a village, trying to save the world from a near Emergence, and fighting Ikaris to the point of death.  You knew Druig carried plenty of weight on his shoulders for some time with no remorse, Now he had nothing else to carry, nothing else to fret over, and it was clearly seen in how he would sleep like the dead.

You moved to lay next to him on the bed, nose to nose with him as he wrapped a bare arm around you to tuck you in close.  You breathed in his scent and watched the small moles along his skin and the bright blues in his eyes.  

“You’ve rested well,” You commented, seeing him smile at you from his spot against the pillow, “I think rest suits you well, darling,”

“Thanks to you,” he mentioned with his head nodding in your direction, “I’m in good health now thanks to your healing hands on me,”

“Cocky,” You teased, though he rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his side.  His stare never left you as you were both entangled with one another on the bed, the humming of the Domo still going on in the room.  You both would wake up like this in the past, from being in this room so long ago together in your earlier years as a couple, to the small yet comfortable bed you had together in your shack back in the Amazon.  Yet it was the best way to wake up or fall asleep: with Druig.

“You’re well though, right?” You asked him, seeing him search your eyes and hear the hesitance in your voice.  He nodded, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose as his fingers were running up and down your arms and sides.

“I’m right here breathin’,” He reassured you calmly, you knowing it was true and he was never one to hide anything from you, “I have you to thank for that, sweetheart.  Though we both know Ikaris can’t hold a point against me,”

“Druig,” you light warned him, not wishing to think of this as a light moment but as something that was nestled deep inside of you that made you worry for him.  

“I’m fine, I promise,” He swore to you as he knew you wouldn’t budge when it came to him, “You’ve taken care of me all this time since we’ve been together, I won’t find the right words to think you,”

“No need,” You hummed, moving your fingers up to run into his hair again.  He was melting at the feeling, almost like a cat purring.  To think that the mind-controlling Eternal who had walls up all the time would let those walls crumble from a simple touch of your fingers.  It was both entrancing and therapeutic at the same time to both Druig and yourself.  

“You keeping doin’ that, I’ll fall asleep again,” He mumbled, curling into you a bit more as a blissed-out look was on his face.  You giggled, attempting to move your finger out of his hair just to see his reaction.  He huffed grasping your wrist as you laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned lightly, the pair of your laughing in your room.

The End