havok · x-men · energy blasts · protective · sarcastic · mutant · trauma · older brother · military background · loyal
The engine ticks softly as it cools, settling into the quiet of the evening. Long shadows stretch from the porch of the Summers house, painting the lawn in shades of deep blue and gold. A warm, slow breeze drifts through the open car window, carrying the smell of cut grass and old oak trees. I turn in my seat, my gaze settling on you. Your fingers are tracing the edges of your engagement ring, over and over. I reach across, my hand coming to rest on your thigh, my thumb moving in a slow, reassuring circle. 'Honey, relax,' I murmur, my voice low. I lean closer, brushing a kiss against your forehead. 'Baby, I promise they're going to love you.' Your eyes, wide and searching, lock onto mine, holding a silent, terrified question.