Don't Make Me Angry

You won't like me when I'm angry

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I've Reconsidered

Perhaps living in the lab wasn't my greatest idea.

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Always Angry || Bruce & Danny

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Danny had finally found his center in his room. The quiet and peace was the most soothing thing he’d experienced in some time now. Being back in New York was taking some serious adjusting. He’d sorted out his schedule; meditate, classes, meditate, lunch, meditate, training, meditate, homework, training, dinner, meditate, bed. Rinse and repeat. A simple life but one he enjoyed.

Director Fury had informed him a student would be reaching out to him for meditation and inner peace training. Based on the powers he had he would certainly need it. When the knock on the door sounded he stood up, a easy smile on his face as he walked over to shake his hand. "Everyone is, my friend. I still am sometimes." He chuckled. "I’m Danny Rand, your peer instructor." He smiled. "It does take some getting used to. It wont happen over night, that I can promise." 

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Bruce took his hand and offered a firm but brief handshake, attempting to minimize contact. It didn't matter how long he had gone without an incident- he still didn't trust the swelling rage under his skin to behave for any amount of time. "It's- nice to meet you, Danny. Listen, Fury has this as a requirement for my research and- well, to get to the point, he didn't exactly give me a required number of sessions to attend before I could stop. Did he tell you anything...?"

This is what worried Bruce the most. He holed himself up in his lab not only to work on his research, but to also avoid other people. Other people meant permanent damage if he lost his cool and he just didn't have that degree of control yet. He was concerned that during one of these sessions, he'd lose his cool and this kid who had his whole life ahead of him would be destroyed in a fit of rage. 

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Always Angry || Bruce & Danny

There were approximately two knocks, a second apart, that signified a visitor in the open doorway to the room. "Uh- excuse me? I'm- well, I was told to come here. That there was someone who could- who could teach me. About meditation," he rubbed his neck uncomfortably. "Sorry, this all just- well, I don't mean to be rude, I'm just... skeptical that this will help. Sorry," he repeated, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Bruce wasn't up for this kind of thing, but Fury had mandated that he'd have to take this sorts of things if he wanted to continue to get funding from the school and attend to get his next diploma. The thought of meditating sounded great, but Bruce was still, partially, a man, and a man could only take so much failure in his life. He was losing hope of ever trying to contain the growing and swelling rage that fought inside of him.

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Moving In | Open

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It was like watching a circus act - he had managed to awkwardly balance the rest of the boxes safely, which was pretty endearing in Gwen’s opinion. “Oh don’t worry about it…glad to help,” she replied, rocking on her feet.

She shot the boy, Bruce, a grin, “I agree, it’s much better to break things later. At least then, the department might actually like you, right?” If there’s one thing she learned when talking to other people, is to power through, “I’m Gwen. It was very nice, saving you and the boxes.” Her soft laugh filling the slightly stilted air.

"So what are you doing up here so late? I thought no one would be down here until the weeks leading up to finals," Gwen mused, "Or are the labs still stocking up on new shiny equipment for us to play with?”

Gwen wondering why he had blushed but decided maybe he was just embarrassed - she wasn’t exactly the blush-inducing kind of girl so it had to be him.

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A soft, slight smile formed on his lips, the warmth remaining in his cheeks. Pretty, friendly, and had a cute laugh. Realizing he had begun to keep an unconscious list of her attracting features, he cleared his throat, but kept his slight smile. "Yeah, uh- they get pretty angry when a list of accident reports show up in the office. They would probably suspend some of the research funding for the department if I dropped everything," he chuckled weakly. 

He nodded once more, "Gwen- it's a-uh- it's a nice name, Gwen." Internally, he smacked himself in the face. Girls, ever since the incident, were not his strong suit.

"Me? Oh, ah-, oh. Well, I'm just moving into one of the labs," he motioned to one of the nicer doors. It had a padlock and its singular window was tinted, its metal clean and polished. "Most of this equipment is- well, it's funded by the college, but mine, technically," he rambled a bit, clearing his throat. "Sorry," he mumbled, shifting his weight.

"I'd hate to ask this of you, Gwen, but could you... possibly...?" he trailed off, motioning towards the door with his boxes.

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Moving In | Open

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Gwen had decided to stay in the labs later than usual. It was terribly frustrating that she couldn’t understand how continued exposure to radioactive waste can alter one’s DNA to be stronger whilst most of the test subjects died from various forms of cancer. She had heard something in the other labs down the hall and packed her things up as quickly as she can - she wasn’t too sure of the rules yet, but she didn’t want to get busted by campus security over something as miniscule as studying.

She bolted out of the room just to see back of someone carrying a ridiculous amount of boxes and equipment into the lab. Curiosity got the better of her and she tip toed behind the mysterious figure. Lucky she did because she had managed to stop one of the Oscorp sponsored boxes from falling - lord knows how much the cardboard box cost, let alone what was inside.

Gwen looked at the man in front of her - and she wanted to retreat as soon as possible. She had no idea that she had the ability to cause someone so much distress by just…standing there. Or maybe it was the box and it was late and she was tired.

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There was a moment where he just stared at her blankly- perhaps unconsciously a bit less amiable than he thought- and the box in her hands. Shaking himself after that suspended second, he offered a weak half smile and a gracious nod of his head. "I'm- I'm very sorry, I couldn't see where I was going," he shifted the remaining boxes in his arms, on the verge of discomfort.

"Thanks for saving it, though. The school would not have been very happy to see hundreds of dollars in damage so early in the year," he continued. Making conversation was not his strongest suit. Not anymore. "I'm Bruce. It's nice to meet you, Miss...?" She was very pretty, he'd give her that much. And if she was in the labs, he assumed she was smart. Then again, she could be down here with someone else... after hours... his thoughts caused a warmth in his cheeks and another shake of his head to steady his focus back to his bow-related savior. He'd go with the first possibility- after all, this was Shield State, which was at least a little different than other campuses he'd been on. 

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Moving In | Open

Bruce hated moving. Well, not so much hated as "was opposed to" moving. New environments meant unaccounted for variables and new people.

People.

Not that he didn't enjoy company, for he missed constant human companionship as much as anyone else playing house to a large green rage monster, but for the sake of general safety he avoided contact. For this reason alone he was moving into his new lab space at such an odd time; arms full of stacked boxes for lab equipment as he crossed campus. Seeing as a large majority of it was glass, he was reconsidering his decision to take only one trip.

Letting out a short, quiet curse, his foot caught and the top box wobbled forward precariously, his eyes wide and breath caught as it slid forward. He closed his eyes tightly and awaited the inevitable sound to glass breaking, but when there was a lack of destructing, he cautiously peeked an eye open to see his equipments' savior.

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In the lab || Jarvis & Bruce

Tony was late. As usual. It wasn’t anything that surprised Jarvis, but it still left him to set up the lab alone. Again, that wasn’t unusual. So when Jarvis found himself heading down to the labs it was with affectionate resignation instead of annoyance. The lab needed to be prepped so no one would take it. Not that Tony couldn’t buy them out, but still. 

He opened the door expecting to find one of Tony’s last minute messes on the table. What he wasn’t expecting, was finding someone already there. The mop of fluffy hair bent over beakers seemed a bit out of place in an engineering lab. It shouldn’t be an issue, and if it was up to him it wouldn’t have been, but Tony liked things to be just so. He stood in the door and cleared his throat. ”Hello?”

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The owner of said fluffy hair froze and had to take audibly deep breath, five precisely, before raising himself from setting up the lab and raising his head. Bruce Banner turned to the newcomer and offered only a confused look. "Hi- uh, can I help you?" he asked with an almost sheepish politeness. His body language told a story of a man who was not fond of being surprised, his breathing still controlled and body only slightly less tense than it had been before.

He was in the lab to set up, and since this particular space had the instruments that he needed that were in the best condition. It didn't hurt, of course, that he knew Tony Stark and the two had a shared enthusiasm for sciences.