Ben dropped into the seat across from Ross, folding his rocky arms over his chest.
โ โ Well, wellโฆ whatโre ya doinโ on my side of town, Ross? Ainโt exactly the kinda place Iโd expect to find ya. โ
Ross sat quietly, newspaper spread across the table, eyes scanning the headlines and comments about his recent wars.
"Hero. Warmonger. Monster."
Another slow drag from his cigar,
โEverybodyโs got an opinion.โ
โI wish I could hear those words from Bruce. . .instead being happy that I didnโt end up as a monster of destruction, his only wish is to cure me from this.
Glad youโre accepting me as who I am now.โ
โ โ Ahh, thatโs the good stuff. โ
โ Ben wrapped both rocky hands around the cup, takinโ a slow sip before settlinโ back.
โ โ So, Reedโฆ whatโs been keepinโ ya busy lately? Feels like I barely get a chance to sit down with ya anymore. โ
โ โ Aw, Bettyโฆ ya really know how to make a guy feel old. But Iโm glad I could still put a smile on ya. After everythinโ youโve been through, ya deserve somethinโ good. โ
โIt is!
I tried to reach out to Fantastic Four to thank Susan for taking down my father when he was not in the right mind.
Oh god, Ben, I really missed your optimism so much.โ
"Of course... much like your fiery friend in Johnathan, you always have this itch to engage in combat, the second you catch a glimpse of anything out of the ordinary."
Monica laughed softly, glancing at the menu before looking back at Ben.
โWhole kitchen? Now thatโs a challenge. I hope youโre planning on leaving some room for me, because Iโm definitely stealing a few pancakes.โ
Ben picked up the menu, squintinโ at it for a moment before settlinโ it back down.
โ โ Alright, lemme get a stack of pancakes, bacon, some scrambled eggs, and a big cup of coffee. โ
โ
Monica chuckled, pulling out the chair across from him before settling in.
โNow thatโs somethinโ I can agree with. After everything we do, sometimes the best part is just sitting down and enjoying the moment. Besides, you look like you could use the company.โ