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“Yeah, well they told me that the last time too. Unless I’m dying, really dying, I try not to come to the doctors.” She shrugged softly smirking a bit at his question “Um… None that I can think of that you’d need to know about.”
“’Need to know about?’ ...How frequently do you get injured?”
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thecrowranger:
Angwu wasn’t afraid of hospitals per se, but she was afraid of having to explain just what a young woman was doing at the hospital in the middle of the night with cuts, bruises, and slight burns all over her body. Her secret identity kept her busier some days (and nights) more than others. For the most part she fought alone, but today’s injuries made her want to consider a partner in that regard.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the curtain pushed back, and she managed a smile back at the doctor-or at least she presumed he was the doctor. She sat up slightly and grimaced at the pain. “I think I overdid it this time,” she murmured. “I do thank you for coming in so promptly, though I’d rather not go into detail as to just how I got this way,” she said. Her clothing and hair seemed just as disheveled as the rest of her. Oddly enough, only the strange, flowered headdress in her hair seemed to be the only thing in place.
Bruce’s brow furrowed as he started to analyze her injuries. Cuts and bruises were expected in this part of the city, and he wasn’t surprised by them. However, the burns were an odd sight to see. Even though they didn’t look worse than a 1st degree burn, the woman must have still been in a bit of pain considering the grimace she showed. He let his eyes linger on the headdress she was wearing for a few moments. Though it was certainly something different, there was no need to comment.
He raised an eyebrow at her statement. “I’d like to know so that I can give you the right treatment. What exactly where you doing?” he prodded. The most she could do was refuse to tell him, so he might as well ask anyways.
He stepped over to a nearby medical cabinet, and dug through it to pull out gauze, and the burn lotion that was frequently used for both chemical and fire burns.
whitesymbiote:
How did he know her? Well, that was going to be a slightly complicated answer. He went for the simplest one he could think of. “She’s a regular at the soup kitchen I work at.” Maybe it was best not to mention how he cured her…
He looked down at the narrow girl as she was loaded onto the stretcher and tended by the emergency staff. She’d been caught in a hail of bullets aimed at the street corner – the gunman hadn’t been all that precise with where he was shooting, as long as the bullets hit somewhere near the graffiti tag left behind by a different gang of losers and malcontents. She might have been mistaken for one of the hookers that frequented the block, except it had happened in the middle of the evening, well before the red-light hours.
Eddie hated prostitution about as much as he despised drugs and gun-toting gangsters. But he sympathized with the plight of the women who felt like their options had all been stolen away, save the most unsavory of all. No home, no food, no future… when it became a matter of survival, one did what one had to do. There was no other choice.
“Her name’s Tanya Carson,” he supplemented. The least he could do was give a name to the poor soul – surely the doctor was going to ask him that next anyway.
Thinking of the doctor was the trigger. He felt a tug from the creature. A nudge, a slight raising of his hackles beneath his contrived clothing that bade him to look up and actually look the doctor in the face. A slight frown creased his brow, and he turned his gaze upon the attending.
His heart caught in his throat for a moment. He knew this face, even though he also knew he’d never personally seen a face in quite this configuration before. It looked… oddly small. But the features, the facial structure – he was certain that he’d seen them before, even if he hadn’t.
The symbiote was continuing to raise his hackles. He imagined that if the doctor looked very closely, he could see the small hairs standing on the back of Eddie’s neck, or the goosebumps studding the backs of his hands. There was an aura about the man – an illness, an ailment of some manner. Like Parker’s, but… different.
It then occurred to him that he may have been staring at the doctor for a moment too long. The other man’s inquisitive look was starting to morph into suspicion – or was that just his imagination?
In the same moment, he realized something else: his efforts to cure Tanya of her crack addiction, while successful, were liable to be noticed by the emergency staff at some point within the next few minutes. Did he really want to be asked about the odd, freshly sealed-over punctures on her shoulders and neck?
Various instincts, both human and otherwise, screamed at him to give the doctor the relevant information and then beat a hasty retreat – but the combination of his own curiosity, mixed in with the symbiote’s alert about the man’s odd sickness, urged him to stay.
And, of course, because Tanya deserved to be more than just a name on an expense sheet.
“She’s been living in the Kitchen’s east tenements,” he said. “Can’t afford much. The F.E.A.S.T. shelter’s seen her a few times now. Damn gang wars, she got caught in the middle of a statement.” He let out a nervous breath – as much for the symbiote’s ruffling as his own anxiety – and looked toward the injured girl, who was being carted away. “Hope she’ll be all right, but I don’t think she’s got any sort of medical coverage if she’s eating where I work.”
Bruce nodded, satisfied with the answer that the man gave. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a good citizen to bring someone in who was in need of help. Shootings and gang activity were common, and innocent people seemed to get caught in the crossfire far too often. The police force was overwhelmed, and vigilantes were starting to rise in the area. Even though Hell’s Kitchen had it’s own unique brand of heroes, they still couldn’t be everywhere at once.
When the man mentioned her name, Bruce took note of it. Not just for the records, but so the nurses would be able to call her by her name rather than any other impersonal title. As he was about to speak, he stopped, noticing that the man before him seemed to let his gaze linger. He wasn’t sure if he was being stared at, or if the man was just that deep in thought. Bruce narrowed his brows slightly, making eye contact with the man.
He had run into a number of strange characters in his time, but the person before him didn’t seem at all familiar. There were usually two distinct types of strange: People who were just odd, and people who were odd because of some sort of mutation, superpower, or penchant for vigilantism. This man didn’t seem like either of those types to Bruce. (Of course, his perceptions had been wrong before.)
After those few moments of thought, Bruce heard the man speak again. The silence seemed like it had stretched on forever, when in fact it had only been a short time.
“She’ll be taken care of, don’t worry,” he stated.
Despite her not being able to pay, she would still be treated. The hospital never left a patient untreated, and instead opted to try to use assistance programs and donations from charity as much as possible. When there were none of those options, Metro General absorbed the cost. Regardless of their financial situation, no patient in the ER was left without help.
“I’m Dr. Williams, by the way.” He held out his hand to shake.
Bruce had barely hesitated in using his alias this time. Though there was some hint of a nearly imperceptible hitch in his voice, the average person would rarely be able to detect his error. Even when he was nearly perfect when concealing his true identity, he sometimes felt like everyone knew he was a liar.
“Probably got caught up doing something in his lab. Or talking to the Professor. It happens a lot around here. Might be the reason we never get shit done.”
“Nah, still a thing. Or, at least, the ones ready to move up. We might still be students, but we’re prepared to take on some baddies of our own.”
“...Well, at least they train you. And you choose to be here, for the most part.”
“Which makes me feel a lot better about the voluntary child endangerment thing going on here.” He shrugged, smiling slightly.
mskamalamarvel:
“Not eavesdropping if the kid told me in the waiting room..” She shrugged softly before letting out a sigh her gaze turning towards the ceiling as Kamala thought “Probably right before I turned in— um,… Probably around my 16th birthday er no… maybe I was 15. I don’t really remember.”
Her comment on the child made him smile slightly. “So, a while ago. Try to go at least once a year, if that’s feasible. There’s probably nothing wrong now, but it’s a good habit if it’s doable for you.”
“Any illnesses, or recent injuries I should know about?”
vestiica:
she watched as the blanket and pillow was dropped onto the couch before finally forcing herself to move. she took a few weak steps before setting herself down on the couch, curling up tightly. it make her ribs and leg ache, but she didn’t care all that much.
she gave a small shake of her head in reply, resting her chin on her drawn up knees. “no thanks. i am fine.” she murmured out, eyes still flickering around the room. she almost expected something to happen. she didn’t know what. just…something. nothing was ever this easy, this simple. not for her.
bruce and wanda…in a way they were different sides of a coin. albeit the same coin. she and pietro, they had been the same side. always the same. heads or tails. or, not and. but bruce and wanda were an ‘and’. they were opposing, but linked. they held a form of destruction that practically nobody else did. nobody could do the things they could. nobody would ever feel the way they did. nobody would ever experience what they did…and still do. it was not as if they could leave their powers behind. they were one with them, they were not something they could get rid of. but…how fine was the line between the hulk and bruce? were they as interchangeable as wanda and the witch? were people able to see one without the other?
all these questions made her head hurt. weakly, she shoved her aching knuckles against her forehead, almost as if she were trying to physically force the lingering questions away.
From the kitchen, Bruce saw Wanda lower herself to the couch, and curl up. As he set the kettle on the stove top, and he frowned slightly. She was weak, and needed help- but was still obstinate. Perhaps there was a small chance that she would stay, and not simply run off as soon as she could.
“Alright then.”
Bruce left it at that. He walked over to the couch, and sat on the far end of it. He wanted to give Wanda space, but still wanted to sit down with all of the charts and papers he had left on the coffee table earlier. It was a comfier place to sit than desk, and besides- he had company for once. The least he could do was spend time with her. Leaning over, he picked up a few of the papers from the table, along with the pen that had been left there. He felt content to mark his notes on them for the rest of the night, to be reviewed at a later time when he could devote his full attention.
Right now, he felt absent-minded, and distracted. Glancing over to Wanda, he didn’t pretend to know what she was thinking about, or even doing. Though she still concerned him, he was positive that she wouldn’t respond well to any more of his help. Asking what’s wrong was pointless when there were far too many things wrong to count.
whitesymbiote:
@docbanner
Hospitals weren’t Eddie’s forte. He didn’t really have a need for them – his companion was all he really needed. As Castle had already helped him to demonstrate, a point-blank shotgun blast to the head hadn’t taken him down… so he was fairly confident he wouldn’t be needing a health insurance card.
But when it came to other people sporting injuries, that was something beyond his skill to cure.
Hence his arms being full of a 14-year-old girl as he passed the threshold of the emergency room’s main entrance. The thin child’s name was Tanya – he was fairly sure – and her right leg was dangling limply, blood soaking her ripped jeans from a gunshot wound to her hip.
Damned gang wars, he thought disdainfully. All they want is turf, whatever that’s worth in the Kitchen. And fear, of course. I’ll see about delivering the latter to them in due time.
He knew the sight of a muscular blond white man carrying a bloodied black girl was likely to get attention on its own, but to seal the deal, he let out an unabashed call as he walked through the sliding doors. “Gunshot wound! I need a doctor!”
His days working at Metro General Hospital were never truly quiet. The activity in Hell’s Kitchen made sure that there were always a few patients coming in, with a variety of injuries ranging from broken bones to near-fatal gunshot wounds. Bruce wasn’t surprised when he heard the shout of a man at the door. Heading towards the blonde man, he quickly noted the girl in his arms. Blood stained her jeans, making things clear that she was the one in need of help.
A few nurses also responded to the call, quickly wheeling a stretcher up for the girl. Bruce moved with them, knowing that if any of them needed his assistance, they would let him know. Many of the nurses at the hospital were highly capable, and often didn’t the help of a doctor at all.
He eyed the blonde man for a moment. “How do you know her?” he asked, speaking quickly. Bruce would have preferred leaving immediately so he could personally help with the girl’s wound, but he first needed to get past the formality of questioning who brought her in. If someone had any details on the incident, the police would want to know.
Contingency Plans
consulting-mechanic:
Tony waved the gratitude away. He had several reasons for helping a lot of them were personal, a couple were very selfish, and underneath it all was the fact Bruce was his friend. Tony couldn’t do much about the major problems Bruce had to deal with, but he’d do whatever he could.
“Yeah, they tried. They’ve done it before and because they got what they wanted, they thought it worked. What they didn’t think about is that I caught onto what they were trying and didn’t have a problem with what they wanted me to do,” he said. “You wouldn’t think that a guy as smart as I am could get away with playing dumb the way I do.“ He’d already considered the possibility that SHIELD could retaliate which wouldn’t be a very smart move on their part. They only worked with him because he was the only person in the world that had what he had and could do what he could do. If they applied too much pressure they’d use a very unique asset. “That almost sounds like you’re worried about me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Keep it light, make it a joke, and don’t actually deal with it.
He took another drink of scotch to give him a moment to put his thoughts in some kind of order. “I've considered what their motivations might be. SHIELD has a whole bunch of hammers and they treat every problem like a nail. If you caught that I just called their agents tools, good job. So, the likely scenarios go from completely stupid to scary paranoid ones,” he said. "As far as I know there’s nothing scary brewing that they need either of you for, but they could just want to know where their trump card is so when they need to play it they can. I’m not holding my breath on that.“
He laughed a little and shook his head. "If they think they can get you into a prison or keep you anywhere if you don’t want to be there then they really have no idea who they’re dealing with. You’re a smart guy and every prison has a flaw. I’m sure you could very easily get out of wherever they try to put you. Not to mention that your really angry side wouldn’t exactly go into said captivity quietly. I know you’d prefer to avoid it completely, but I just wanted to put that out there. In any case, I’d be watching and have no problem doing something obvious so you can get away. I’ll deal with whatever fallout comes from that.”
Bruce showed a slightly sheepish smile when Tony mentioned his worry for him. Of course he was concerned about Tony, and he didn’t have a problem telling him about it. He also knew that his friend probably wanted to just deflect it, and not think too much about his concern. Bruce was satisfied as long at Tony knew that he cared.
He nodded at Tony’s assessment of SHIELD’s motivations. He was right- some of their agents were complete blockheads at times. But others were competent, people who Bruce felt like he could trust at times. Regardless of his personal feelings, he was still locked into the mindset that they were all working for the same organization, regardless of how he considered some of them friends. As much as he wanted to unconditionally trust some of them, he simply couldn’t bring himself to. It wasn’t even about a personal vendetta against SHIELD- the intentions of the organization were overall good. They sometimes just didn’t use methods that Bruce agreed with.
“Good to know that I won’t be trying to dig a hole with a spoon for ten years if I ever get thrown into prison.” Bruce smirked for a moment before his smile fell away. “Seriously though, if they really wanted to keep me down they could keep me under heavy sedation. If I can’t wake up, I can’t transform. SHIELD probably has some gadget lying around that can put me asleep before the Hulk ever comes out.” He sighed. “Something which actually would have actually been useful on a few occasions.”
mskamalamarvel:
“Not what I’m saying but I am at a place where you need to make an appointment… And I also just heard someone in the other room come in after me and get taken before me, plus I know they were just coming in because their child said their stomach hurts..”
“Ms.Williams doesn’t know her child is fine, they had a math test today so they skipped….”
“You’re here now so can we get this over with.”
“...I don’t know when they scheduled their appointment was, but they were on the list before you. And I’m not going to even go into the weird eavesdropping.”
He walked over to the cabinet, and removed a blood pressure cuff. “When is the last time you had a physical?”
[OOC] Closed RP group vs Indie thoughts + notes on Sense8 under the cut...
I’ve been in a number of closed RP groups, and the experience has usually been pretty good. The pros are having all the people you’re going to RP with right there, all interacting with each other. The cons is not directly getting to choose them (unless you’re an admin). The plots are closer and more cohesive though, which is a huge bonus. I’m always on the lookout for a fun new RP group to join, but right now I’m content here since this blog is going fairly well. (I’ve run a few RP groups before, but I’m not interested in doing all that work at the moment, as I’m already fairly busy.) After watching Sense8, I realized what a great concept that show creates for a tight-knit RP group. You could literally just have members make 8 random OCs and throw them all into the same cluster. Maybe have a villain around. Boom. Your OCs have a reason to speak to each other instead of that awkward indie RP issue of “why would these two even meet”. Anyways these were just some things I was thinking about. I adore OC RP, but usually just in groups rather than indie. If you’ve got a group you’re starting up (or want to start up) with a nice concept and OCs, shoot me a message and I’ll check it out. :)
Lure [Closed]
red-star-traitor:
Oh.
Oh.
He couldn’t claim that a very real flicker of concern didn’t cross his face, if it hadn’t he’d be insane. Bucky stared at Banner with a small amount of disbelief, he didn’t look like he was some sort of super anger-driven mutant. But he supposed that was indeed the point. Bruce Banner was unassuming, that’s why the Hulk always emerged a complete surprise.
Who would expect this man to… well, be the biggest threat?
It didn’t change a lot in retrospect, Bucky hadn’t intended to just leave him alone, to fend for himself while the Winter Soldier ran off into hiding again. He was going to see the civilian safely out of this predicament, and if the said noncombatant happened to be Bruce Banner, so be it. If anything, it just helped with the motivation to keep the man out of harm’s way.
And if he became the Hulk, Bucky would get the hell out of the way.
“Don’t get shot.” Barnes advised unnecessarily, beginning to move again. He glanced back at his companion briefly. “Please.”
He had thought about offering his own name, but what good would that accomplish? For all he knew, telling Banner who he was would just make him angry. In the least it would make this awkward, he had seen the videos of the New York incident, chances were, he had been friends with Rogers.
Do you think the Hulk will care if you’re sorry?
Bruce crossed his arms, not at all surprised at the look that he saw on Bucky’s face. It was the same sort of reaction that most people had- disbelief. He didn’t react with much emotion to the look, and simply stared. He knew by now not to bother thinking too much about what people thought of him- it was probably healthier that way if he didn’t.
“Thanks for the advice,” he stated flatly. “…You’re Bucky Barnes, aren’t you?” he asked, raising a brow.
While they were exchanging names, he might as well confirm his suspicions. Though he was almost positive that this was in the fact the famed Winter Soldier, from the files he had seen, the footage- he wanted to ask. Even if the man before him had been that person, he had to have changed in some way. (After all, what reason did Barnes have to help him?) Besides that, Bruce didn’t want to take time to think about the assassination during a situation of life and death. Now didn’t seem like the best time to be asking questions and making accusations, even if he did feel a bit if righteous anger starting to bubble in his chest.
Hey Doc... || Closed
natblackwidowromanoff:
Natasha couldn’t help being a little surprised by him saying he trusted her enough for this, nodding when he said if it went bad she just needed to get out of there. “I understand…besides…this isn’t really my first experience with him.” She told him with a bit of a shrug. She knew how to get out of Hulk’s way. Clearing her throat she sat up a little more. “We should probably get some sleep. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.” She said, getting up and gathering up her work.
Her first experience with the Hulk had probably been a shock- it was something that he still felt sorry for, even if he had fully acknowledged that it wasn’t completely his fault. Bruce let his gaze linger on her for a moment before she spoke. He then broke eye contact, looking downwards slightly.
“You’re right, good idea. I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to sleep, but…” He shrugged. “I might as well try,” he stated, with a soft smile.
“Goodnight, Natasha.”
kxradanxs:
@docbanner
“I know you wanna stay out of things, but I think they need you more than you realize.”
“Do they really? Please tell me this isn’t another one of those ‘potential global catastrophes’”
mskamalamarvel:
@docbanner
Kamala wasn’t one for hospitals, she actually avoided them since she gained her powers, never sure if her blood results would be different or not but the FBI need a new physically on her. She was waiting anxiously for the doctor to come in and when he finally did she let out a small sigh.
“Do you guys take a class that teaches it’s alright to make your patients wait 45 minutes?”
He raised an eyebrow at her, and gave her a flat look. “You’re not the only patient in the hospital.”
Bruce sighed. “I know it’s a long wait, but we’re a little understaffed right now, Ms.-” He glanced down to his clipboard. “-Khan.”
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Disappearing Act
tellxmexprettyxlies:
Tony didn’t really like the way SHIELD would approach things, such as handling Bruce. They never seemed to know what to do with this man, which was surprising for Tony since he could easily talk to him. And he was convinced that he could talk the Scientist into staying here, without having to threaten him. But he wouldn’t be doing this for SHIELD, he would be doing it for himself. He needed his friend back, it had been too long already.
The billionaire leaned over the table, resting his chin on his palm while watching Bruce walk over to him. It was odd how Tony could guess what the Doctor might do next as he moved. It were all really familiar details now. The way he crossed his arms, leaned against the counter, pushed up his glasses.. It felt like looking through old pictures and remembering what it all was like back then.
‘’I’m not gonna push you with that, really. And I don’t think there’ll be any serious things going on lately. But I was still hoping you’d stay.. It’s been quite lonely down here in the lab since you’ve left. I know I’m asking a lot, but I highly doubt you regret staying here.’’
How he has been, was a whole other story though. The guilt of what he had caused back at Sokovia was still lingering, and so did the images he’d seen taking place in his mind. Tony had come to the conclusion that he’ll always be haunted somehow, no matter by what or whom. It was the price he was supposed to pay for all eternity.
‘’The usual. Nothing interesting, really. I should be ashamed of myself.’’
He didn’t press further for any personal details. Just from what Tony had said, and how he spoke- Bruce knew that he had been missed. Being wanted because of something other than the Hulk was a valuable feeling to him. When he was with Tony, the past and his alter ego fell out of focus, and allowed him to just be Bruce Banner once in a while. He hadn’t realized how much he had been chasing that feeling until the moment he stepped back into the lab.
“I don’t think I’ll be leaving again anytime soon.” His small smile was hesitant, and cautious, but still present. He leaned against the table. “I’m glad you saved the interesting things for when I showed up, I’d hate to have missed all the exciting stuff.” Pausing for a moment, he tilted his head slightly. His brow furrowed in curiosity. “What exactly are you working on anyways? Anything that I can help with?”
Bruce was more inclined to step right their old routines rather than linger on past events. Though there were things that could use some discussion, he had no desire to touch those subjects until it was absolutely necessary. Matters such as Wanda being on the team, and the tension between Steve and Tony were things that he was glad to keep at the back of his mind for the time being.
Hey Doc... || Closed
natblackwidowromanoff:
Natasha nodded, still feeling a little guilty but glad he didn’t really blame her. “Yeah, Thor’s tough.” She agreed. Well they were all tough. But Natasha was a little distracted, trying to get a read on Bruce. For a guy who was known for his anger Bruce’s emotions were hard to read. She just couldn’t tell how he was feeling right now. Which unnerved her a little because Natasha could read most people like a book.
She snapped out of her concentration when he told her it would be extremely dangerous. She nodded again, knowing the risks. “That’s why I suggest some sort of lullaby. Something that might catch his attention. I know a few but they’re all Russian….and I don’t really sing much…” She said with a shrug, leaning back in her chair again.
“Who knows…I just might be able to find a friend in him….but you’re gonna have to trust me a little bit…” Not many people trusted Nat and it was easy to see why.
Bruce considered her idea for a moment. His face showed mostly deep thought as he considered the idea. Things that were typically soothing, like lullabies, could stop the Hulk. It was just something that he had never gotten the opportunity to try. The circumstances had never been controlled enough for him to experiment, but now, he had a chance.
“I trust you enough for this.” He exhaled slowly. “And I’m sure you’re voice is just fine- the Hulk isn’t exactly an art critic.” Pursing his lips, he looked down to his hands. “If things go south, or he tries to hurt you, you just need to leave. Less of a chance of anyone getting hurt that way.”
