InsaneJournal

Who: Ben Hargreeves and OPEN
What: Post-Bad guys
Where: Outside of the Villas
When: Monday Morning
Warning: Mentions of blood and bad guy fighting
Notes: I didn’t know what Villains were left or which ones were already called, so I was super vague about the group which Ben was fighting. (Maybe generic Hydra?)


Ben had been bringing supplies down to the conference room when he’d seen them out of a window. At first glance, suited up like they were, it was easy to assume that they were good guys. But Ben noticed that they were looking straight ahead of them, guns up as they approached the Villa. He didn’t know everyone who lived there, but he knew that that wasn’t the way someone came home. Dropping the supplies that had been in his arms, Ben felt an ice cold wave of panic.

Ben disarmed the device that Tony had created for him, the one that helped him contain the Horror even when Ben wasn’t sure if he could. He sucked in a breath and charged out the doors, throwing them open and running down the steps of the apartment complex.

“Stop Right there!” Ben called out to them. And they did. They halted, their tactical helmets making it hard for Ben to even tell what they were. They aimed their guns at him, and with another breath, Ben released the Horror--- the familiar feel of the tentacles practically oozing out of his center. They began to fire at him as the tentacles began to wrap around them. Most of the bullets were aimed at the Horror and ben felt them acutely like bee stings almost.

The Horror shook the men, most of which dropped their guns as he choked them, pulled them apart, smashed them. Ben was disgusted, as always, when the blood splashed on him, but he was fine. He could handle this. Until one bullet whizzed past his head, and another one sank into his arm. He hissed through the pain, grabbing the spot on his arm to keep from bleeding too bad. The Horror bashed the man against the ground, and he dropped his gun as his body went limp.

With the group dealt with, the Horror slunk back inside of Ben. Ben stood, just for a moment, and blinked. He’d done it. He’d been a hero. He could feel a contentedness flow through him, one that encaptured the Horror itself. He couldn’t remember the last time the two of them were at peace with each other.

Ben, tired and still a bit awed, sat down on the steps of the apartment complex with a sigh. He knew he’d have to go to medical to get the bullet removed from his arm, but all he could think about was how much he hated doctors.