#pogu

So if you have good eyes then you might've seen that he has bi and polyamouras flag pins on his hat because I headcannon his character being bi and polyamouras, I tried my best so please be nice💞 /pos

They get shot or smth while hank and the others dont know their immortal and they die in hanks arms but they come back at the perfect moment a few months later while hank and tricky are in the middle of a fight and they save his ass (Gotta love badass readers) and Hanks like "wait a sec-" and it's just slight angsty and cute

And deimos and Sanford are there too :)

hank quotes the kazoo kid "Wait A Minute. W h o a r e y o u ?" before doubling over and (almost) crying

Obviously gore warning/violence warning... sadness warning

In Which Reader

Turns Tricky Into Swiss

Cheese

Damn, this was very much not the way you wanted to look when you finally got to see your beloved again. Covered in dirt and sweat...

Just a couple months ago, you were on an area scouting mission, to just gauge the potential danger your group may face.

"This has GOT to be one of the most boring types of missions we have, I can barely breathe, walking this much," Deimos complained, lighting up his fifth cigarette in two hours.

Sanford turned to glare at him, but you decided to speak first. "YOU'RE the one chugging down fifty cigarettes a day. Maybe worry about your lungs before you worry about some boring walking mission, Deimos."

In response, the man scowled at you playfully, then spit out his cig, snuffing it by smothering it with his foot.

You turned your attention back to Hank, whom was scouting the area with binoculars.

He peeked over his shoulder to see you watching him, and he tilted his head, raising a hand to wave it. You waved back and chuckled.

He pointed out some potential buildings to raid, and you marked down the locations on the map you had.

When you finished, you stared at your boyfriend a bit longer. He was just so... cool, and collected. He never seems to break from anything.

You reached down to hold his hand-

But was interrupted by a very loud BANG and a sudden white-hot pain ripping through your chest.

You yelped in pain, and everyone snapped to attention. Hank dove for you, picking you up and running behind a rock while more sniper rounds fired.

You gasped for air as you clutched the gaping hole right over your heart.

It shot through your fucking heart.

You were coughing up blood, and even through his gear, Hank looked horrified.

You were dying in his arms, and there was nothing he could do about it.

You were struggling, your brain screaming at you to make the pain stop, and you were getting EXTREMELY dizzy and tired.

Hank was choking up.

"Stay awake, please, stay aw-"

He was interrupted by a very weak hand pressing against his mask, where his cheek is.

He watched your face as you stared at him. He shouldn't have looked... but, some divine force forced him to watch the life drain from your eyes.

Your hand went limp along with your body. You died in his arms.

And for the next few months, that's all everyone knew you as- dead.

But, here you were, standing in front of your gravestone. Covered in dirt and sweat, yet your heart was beating, and you were ANGRY.

You recognized the area as just nearby the base, where Hank took you on your first date together. You would have fawned over that detail if it wasn't for the fact that you were furious at whoever shot you.

You may have been in hyperstasis for half a year, but god DAMN were you ready to murder a bitch.

You banged on the base door, and had half a mind to consider the fact that you suddenly were ALIVE after confirmed DEAD for six whole months, and that everyone would be very much shocked and scared of you.

But you didn't care.

Unfortunately, no one seemed to be in. You assumed everyone was out on a mission, so you retrieved The Secret Key For Deimos Because He Will Definitely Lose His Own Key, and entered.

Jebus.... the place has seen some shit since you've last been.

You felt horrible, the more you looked, the more depressing it got. Dusty countertops, half-working lights, everyone seemed to take a pitfall after you died.

You wanted to clean, but you also wanted to see them again ASAP.

Finally locating the thing you came inside for, you took the planning agenda out, and combed through it.

July 13th, 2030

Six months since their death

Raid A.A.H.W Facility in Las Vegas

Ignoring the rest of the info written down, your eye twitched at the first thing written under the date. Six months...

The agenda was put back. You hurried over to your room. As you expected, they didn't touch it at all. The only thing you noticed was the fact that everything was perfectly clean.

You grabbed some of your weapons, sighing at the comfort of how they felt in your hands once again.

But, no time to dawdle. They were at the Las Vegas A.A.H.W.. Which is where that Clown mostly resided.

You hurried back out, and thanked Sanford for owning an extra car for emergencies like this.

The building was about half an hour away, and you hoped with everything you had Hank and the others were there.

You were lucky enough to be given another chance at life... you wouldn't be brought back only for them to be taken... right?

Eyes trained on the road ahead of you, you pressed the petal to the metal until you were driving way over the old Nevada speed limit laws.

After driving in the car, anxious and worried for around half an hour, you finally spotted the building in the distance. To your hopeful dismay, you saw flashes of gunfire.

After focusing, you noticed the flash of grey against a bright red and sickly green mass.

Then, you spotted the man you've been searching for. He was engaged in a tough battle against Tricky, and he seemed to be losing. A fire began to burn in your heart, growing into a blazing flame of hatred. You pushed the car to go even faster, aiming straight for the clown.

He heard the roar of the engine- and the roar of you, yourself- before he saw you. Hank was already out of the way, his mind not realizing you were in the car.

Tricky tried to dodge out of the way, but the car was too quick. With you yelling various curses, you rammed him straight-on.

His face crashed through the windshield, and you straight up screamed in his face while you whipped out your pistol and lodged multiple bullets in his body. You could hear him stuttering out your name in confusion. Your screams were louder than his.

Without thinking, you quickly reached over his scrambling body, opening the passenger door and doing a sharp U-turn- thus forcefully throwing the clown out of the car.

You stopped the car and threw open the door, jumping out and firing more bullets into Tricky's twitching body. You were now dead silent. Everything was dead silent.

When you finished, you looked up, every enemy on the premise was dead, and you seemed to finish the final one- for now.

All that was left was you, and the other 3 men you cared so deeply about.

Sanford and Deimos were propped against the wall, sporting multiple cuts and bruises. They weren't mortally injured, though.

So, you moved your eyes to Hank. He was frozen in place.

You and him stared at each other. It truly felt like one of THOSE movie scenes.

You watched him as he hesitantly moved his hands to beneath his goggles, most likely wiping his eyes to make sure you were real.

When he looked again, he theatrically fell to his knees. Sanford and Deimos broke the silence, snapping out of their trance. They yelled your name in surprise.

That pushed you out of your own trance, and you broke into a sprint, straight towards the love of your life., who had his arms open and waiting for you, six months in the making.

Yo??? I kinda wanna draw that now :0 both in my art style and the human world artstyle(I don't remember what it's called lol).