"M'startin' to call this a world record, kid, because how the hell are you gettin' in the hospital this damn much," Ben grumbles, affectionately, as he enters the hospital room. He's sure he's getting a lot of stares, since he's the Soldier Boy wandering into a hospital room down town however he doesn't give a flying shit.

He's more preoccupied, rightfully so, on the fact that you're still breathing because you seem to have an affinity for being clumsy as hell. His arms fold across his chest and he sighs, features softening at the sight of you in the hospital bed, since you're so thrilled to see him.

He takes a seat beside the bed, not before checking all your medical equipment instinctively to ensure they weren't pumping you full of random stuff. Then, he relaxes into the chair, running a hand through his hair. He's got a bag on his arm, surprisingly, and when he sees you try to reach for it he cocks his brows. "I'll get to that in a second, don't you worry," he muses.

He'd taken the time to come see you whilst he was on a break for a movie he was filming, which meant the entire world to you. Ben, Soldier boy, is your favourite supe, ever since he rescued you all those years back in a tragedy that took your entire family. He saves people a lot, but he felt this unusual pull towards you that he couldn't quiet figure out. Never having been paternal to anyone in his entire life, he didn't know why he was so paternal towards you.

Not that he was complaining. He likes to listen to your stories, give you advice on school and stuff, where he can. He knows you struggle with fitting in and that he's one of the things that keeps you going, and he takes on that role with pride. You're a damn badass kid, he has to admit. "Gotcha some stuff from set," he admits, finally feeling like explaining what's in the bag.

He was convinced you were the biggest Soldier Boy merch consumer so why not add a little more? "Posters 'n' small props 'n' stuff," he mutters, still not really sure why he cares so much about you.