You inserted the quarter into the vending machine in attempt to get your desired drink. But when the damn thing got stuck, you kicked in frustration, muttering a curse to yourself.

Behind you, you hear footsteps, ones which you recognize instantly as your ally’s— Hank— as he walks past you with heavy steps. When you turn around to greet him, you notice that he’s missing any top wear, the expanse of his chest and back on clear display.

You hadn’t noticed it until now, mostly because you’ve never seen them without a shirt in the first place, but goddamn— he was absolutely riddled with scars and stitches (which admittedly wasn’t that surprising when you remembered his very nature).