It was raining. He grew up in Seattle, and was used to the rain. Didn’t make him like it anymore. He was drenched from head to toe, hair plastered to his head. It was a heavy rain that the east coast didn’t get very often, and here it was.
And here he was, walking in the middle of Central Park. In the rain. Something about today upset him. Maybe it was the fact that Steve and Tony took Peter to school. Maybe it was the fact that he slept alone last night for the first time in the last few days. Or it could have just been the crappy weather.
Whatever it was, he decided he needed to walk out his frustrations. He had walked to the park from Stark Tower and was still overly frustrated. He was upset that he couldn’t figure it out, and he just needed a break from everything.
He sat down on one of the benches facing the lake, his clothes pretty much soaked through. He just needed some time alone to figure things out, but at the same time all he wanted was someone to talk to. With most of the other Avengers on missions, they weren’t available, so there was no one there, and Kris was on a hunt in Texas or something, so that was gone too.
He needed a friend. And there really wasn’t anyone available to him at the moment. And that’s when the first tear fell from his eye, hidden by the amount of water already on his face from the rain.
Sebastianne stumbled through the park, whipping out her cellphone as she drunk texted someone. She did that a lot when she drank. She was crying and cursing as she stumbled over her own two feet. She hated coming back here, hated her family. Hated everything about America and New York and her past. Yet here she was, stumbling through Central Park, an all too familiar landscape. Everything was blurry and her ears rang. She had gotten too drunk at the club and when she pulled a knife on a woman whom had shoved her on the dance floor, the guards had thrown her out before she could even use it.
She had been visiting her father, a man she used to admire and love. But after her mother’s death when she was 16, her father has never been the same. She screamed out at nothing, tears down her face, as she recalled the last two years in that horrible household. His drinking and beating and cursing. Locking her in the basement, or outside when it was freezing. After she had moved out (more like ran away) he had gotten help, but it wasn’t enough. He was still an asshole, one she despised. She finally fell to her knees in front of a stump, one that used to be a tall tree.
A tree she had sat beneath with her mother’s arms around her.
She sobbed into her hands, not even noticing the growing sound of footsteps crunching on gravel behind her.
Typhoon wiped a tear from his eye as he heard the footsteps approach. He didn’t want to be shown as weak in case it was someone he knew. He didn’t want to risk that. Peter was supposed to have helped make him stronger… But it wasn’t enough right now.
He heaved a small sigh as the footsteps stumbled past him. He turned to look and see who it was, and all he saw was long blonde hair, on top of a crumbled heap next to a tree stump. He felt bad for her. Any number of things could have gone wrong.
He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea, but he decided to walk over to her anyways. She looked like she needed someone, and he needed someone too. He heard his footsteps crunch on the gravel as he approached. He sat down on the ground next to her, and whispered, “Can I cry with you?”
Sebastianne looked up as a man with bright blue hair looked down at her. His face was wet from the rain and she realized just then that she was getting her legs muddy. His face was tired and broken, as if he were exhausted. She shook her head, stopping this process. She hated it. It was an acquired trait from a man she was falling for, but knew she couldn’t love. She realized he was waiting for a response, but she almost couldn’t remember the question. She took a guess and patted the stump, looking up at him.
“Sit. Your hair is blue,” she blurted. She must be so gross to look at, she thought. Her makeup was ruined from both the tears and the rain, her dress was drenched, her legs covered in mud. Even her breath smelt horribly of liquor. But Sebastianne’s brain was too clouded to stay on one topic and she found her thoughts drifting to the young man next to her. She had always kind of wanted to do something new with her hair. She was naturally this blonde and had never thought of doing anything to it other than a new cut or style. Where had this guy come from?
He sat down next to the blonde, noticing as much as he could through his tear ridden eyes. She seemed beautiful, and wondered what happened to make her so upset. Then he realized he really had no reason to be upset either. It was just a bunch of stupid things that added up and made no sense really.
He did have to chuckle as he wiped the last of his tears away. Of course she noticed the blue hair - everyone did. “Yeah, been that way a while now,” he said as he joined her. She probably didn’t want him to see her like this, but it was far too late for that. He figured he’d take a chance - sure he had his own problems, but maybe helping someone else with theirs would make him feel better. It worked for him before.
“So, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing out by yourself in the rain?”
She grimaced a bit, sniffling. “Got kicked out. I think I might be a little intosicated— er, intociated, ugh, no, in— oh fuck it, I’m wasted,” she finally blurts out angrily. She was far too drunk to worry about speaking in her usual, fluid sentences and word structure. She sighs, leaning against the stump upon which this boy now sat. What was his name, anyway? Why was he out here, questioning her? She crinkled her nose, reminding herself not to let her emotions take over like they so easily did when she was drinking.
“So, uh, what’s yer name? Why are YOU out here? Won’t all the color wash away in this rain?” she asks, gesturing towards his head.