#pcrfectstorms

➫ CLINT let out the most sarcastic and tired laugh; whether it was meant to be funny or not, the guy who just went through hell and a hand basket asking HIM if he was okay, had to be the funniest thing to happen to him today. Taking out enemies of SHIELD who happened to be secret HYDRA agents, had to have been hard on the ex-HYDRA soldier himself, after than it was on the human guy taking punches. Hard punches. “Man, I’m fine. I’m used to getting punched, falling down, getting stabbed- all part of the job. But I do appreciate the concern. It’s strangely sweet.” The archer sets his bags down onto the couch, looking around the room for an unknown thing to the other, but to him, it was his best friend. He turns around to look at Bucky, giving him a reassuring smile, bruises and bandages covering his head but somehow, he made it work. “Set your stuff down wherever you like, alright? I’ll make up a bed for you, we’ve got plenty of rooms, I’ll let you know which is Nat’s so you don’t accidentally piss her off.”

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Donnie, ex-boyfriend of Susan's. 

After her divorce, Susan dated a lot due to the fact that she finds her self worth in others. Donnie was the longest of the boyfriends before she met Neil and one of the few that Max didn't absolutely hate.

In the book, Max describes him as "on disability for his back and couldn't bend down. He made us Bisquick pancakes on the weekends and told terrible jokes, and then one day he ran off with a waitress from iHOP."

Neil Hargrove, Susan & Dottie’s ex-husband, Max’s step-father, Billy’s biological father

Neil spent a good chunk of his youth in the military, and military discipline was a key factor in his personality. He was strict and tidy, a perfectionist and borderline OCD. Max describes him as a man who “drove a tan Ford pickup and his shirts were ironed and his mustache made him look like some kind of army sergeant or park ranger”. He was a clean freak and placed emphasis on family dinners

 As an adult, he worked as a guard at a bank where Susan worked as a teller. He likes to think he’s a charmer and even did an entire song and dance of courting both his wives. With Dottie, he sweet-talked her on campus and treated her like a princess in order to sweep her off her feet. Seducing Susan was easier because of her low self-confidence, but he would bring her flowers and complimented her cooking, and the fact that he had a steady job helped seal the deal for Sue.

"I'm going to need you guys to start rolling initiative for me now."

Chrissy is no real stranger to Robin, while they don't really seem to run in the same circles - she knows of the other. A few classes together, and of course - whenever there was a need for band at a game, Chrissy also was there on the cheer squad. So, yeah - she knows of Robin, but she has never really gotten to know her, and she isn't sure why. But, she kind of wants too - so, she is going to rectify that, so with a bounce in her step Chrissy bounds her way over to Robin, smile pulling at her lips, "Hey," Chrissy greets, giving a small wave, "You're like really good on that trumpet." She cringes at how awkward that came out ; but it was out there.

It was clear that Fezco’s grandmother’s hadn’t been a place where too much cheer was shared. Her own home wasn’t much different. Between her parents constantly fighting she doubted there was a Christmas since she was ten that included the actual Christmas spirit. That had to change between her and Fezco. It was strange wanting something different than what she was so used to. Christmas lights strung up with Faye’s help she had always thought that they brought warmth into a space. Perhaps the warmth that she brought in was what she had aimed for in her old bedroom. A contrast to the outside world.The smell of pine from lit candles filling their space she had hung random things around, replacing the action figure jesus at the door with a wreath. “Hey you,” she paused at the door, hoping that by catching him before he stepped in further that she could keep some of his comments at bay. Mistletoe strung over the door she pointed up. “See, now you can’t be mad and you have to kiss me.” 

“Do you ever miss me?” The words hard hitting as she still pushed aside her own feelings. Time away from one another when they had once spoken every day tearing her in every way possible. She wasn’t sure if she could handle the question regardless. If he missed her it would mean that she wasn’t insane for thinking so long of what could have been. If he didn’t miss her it would show her that she had once again made something huge out of something small. She had wanted to see him so long, filling her head wit hopes of how he would reach when he saw her. None of those came true, the black metal door between them as she had just blurted the words without even giving him a proper greeting. The only other alternative was to bang on the door, tell him to open and demand an explanation. As much as she loved the stage and drama, that would have been too much drama after so long in not seeing one another. 

He first recognized her in the cafeteria and his heart sped. Shit. He kept his extracurricular hook ups very carefully separated from school. He didn’t want them to know that he was a nerd, a complete loser. The girls he hooked up with typically encountered him at the Hide Out and they only saw him as a rock god up on the stage, long hair drenched in sweat.