[Text: ℋenry ℣an Ɗyne-Ƥym] My faith in my own children is waning.

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[Text: ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne] Should I be excited or afraid?

[Text: ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne] Do I get a hint as to what is going on?

[Text: ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne] Okay, now I'm afraid. I'll be home soon.

[Text: ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne] I love you Janet.

Hank pushed the front door open as quietly as he could, sliding through the gap and shutting it carefully behind him, hoping ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne --

Hank searched for ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne, cradling his broken arm to his chest. They had to shut Ultron down. Now.

// omfg Bucky

Hears the music, questions if he should hide or not.

*dies*

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Hank whispers under his breath, "I don't wike it..."

Hank fumed silently, anger bubbling and brewing within him as he stalked into the kitchen, slamming his briefcase down onto the island. --

-- Stalking towards the coffeemaker, he took it from the outstretched hand of the petite female and poured himself a cup. Only to drop it --

-- hot liquid splashing against his suit but his eyes were set on the female before him. ℑanet ℣an Ɗyne; his Janet. "Janet?"

And now back to this bitch who had a lot to say about me the other day on Twitter. 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒, what's good?

Hank heard the commotion from outside his office, quickly wrenching the door open in a frenzy. Where was Isaac? Janet? What was going on?

Laments.

Lemons.