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browngirlTitle: 20/20
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: G, really.
Characters: Charles, Hank
Summary: Hank gets new glasses..
Content Advisory: Set post-movie.
Acknowledgements: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
firstclass100's "Vision" challenge.
Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Author's Note: I meant for this to be funny but it ended up wistful.
When Charles emerges from Dr. Wilkins' back office he hands Hank two extra pairs of glasses, saying, "Take good care of these." Facing straight ahead, he maneuvers past Hank into the empty waiting room.
"Of course, but --" Hank reluctantly comprehends. "You didn't!" Charles squares his shoulders, not looking back, and Hank shuts his mouth but can't help thinking, He smiled at me. A honest smile, surprised but not fearful.
Charles rolls implacably forwards; Hank presses tongue to canine till it hurts, momentarily remembering Raven. But, at the door, Charles looks back, smiling gently, sadly. "I'm sorry, Hank," he says. "Turn your image emitter on. We need to leave before Dr. Wilkins wakes up."
Hank sighs and shakes himself, presses the switch that hides him, and follows Charles.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: G, really.
Characters: Charles, Hank
Summary: Hank gets new glasses..
Content Advisory: Set post-movie.
Acknowledgements: Written for
firstclass100's "Vision" challenge.Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
Author's Note: I meant for this to be funny but it ended up wistful.
When Charles emerges from Dr. Wilkins' back office he hands Hank two extra pairs of glasses, saying, "Take good care of these." Facing straight ahead, he maneuvers past Hank into the empty waiting room.
"Of course, but --" Hank reluctantly comprehends. "You didn't!" Charles squares his shoulders, not looking back, and Hank shuts his mouth but can't help thinking, He smiled at me. A honest smile, surprised but not fearful.
Charles rolls implacably forwards; Hank presses tongue to canine till it hurts, momentarily remembering Raven. But, at the door, Charles looks back, smiling gently, sadly. "I'm sorry, Hank," he says. "Turn your image emitter on. We need to leave before Dr. Wilkins wakes up."
Hank sighs and shakes himself, presses the switch that hides him, and follows Charles.
