I am flesh and I am bone

cw: drug and alcohol use, harsh language, nudity, possible traumatic flashbacks, etc.

( no one could feel your hurt )

( 1 - We're canceling the apocalypse )



( (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night )



( Another One Bites The Dust )


( Wildcard )

He had been dead for over a decade now. Dead and gone for everyone but Klaus. Poor Klaus had to deal with his nagging and constant puttering around for so long.

( Cut for graphic death description )

[This post is open to any era of Ben's 'life'. Training. Battles and missions. THAT mission where he died. For a Five or someone to pull him back, or simply for reunion times with their long lost brother. Multi threads and Multi siblings welcome. Threadjacking welcome. Backtagging welcome. Do your best!]

So. That was it. The Old Man was dead. She'd known something had happened. She'd been uneasy for most of the day at home, but didn't have her phone with her to hear the news. She never did when she was working on projects. She kept the TV off, she kept her music to something from iTunes. It was a total social media blackout for her as she worked on Captain Marvel's costume, all the way in her apartment in Ohio.

When she did step out of her room to get food, she'd noticed several dozen messages from Klaus. From Vanya. From everyone. Even Pogo and Mom had called and that was when Charlie understood how she'd felt all day. It had been a weird sense of detachment, an odd sense of...she didn't want to call it relief, but that's what it felt like, and several varying degrees of 'oh, shit', but none of it was hers.

But now she understood. Now, she got it. Dad was gone and even from all the way in Ohio, Charlie picked up on her siblings emotions.

It was just a matter of throwing stuff in a bag, making sure she had money for gas and tolls, and telling her roommates what was going on and then she left.

Drove for hours. Stopped for coffee and food, but kept driving. It's now noon, a day later, and Charlie's standing in the foyer of the house. Listening. Shutting her empathy down as best as she can. Finally, after a few minutes, she calls out.

"Anyone home?"

Cuz if not, she can book a hotel somewhere. She doesn't have to stay here.

Boy, she doesn't even want to stay here.