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I'm going to be working on moving everything on this blog over to my 616 blog. Any replies I get and all my drafts will be answered on startlingmetamorphosis.Â
This blog will be left up as an archive and for the time being headcanons, history, and verses will just have a link on the other blog to this one.Â
 I am not dropping any threads or partners for this move. It is just for my own convenience. Feel free to message me with questions.
Bless the African Rain // Bruce and Frillyria
Fred walked with Bruce, glad to be heading towards enjoyable work. She didnât mind playing medic every once in a while, but it brought back painful memories of her time at AI and she wanted to avoid them for now. Especially memories of him. For both of them, he was a bright spot and a spot of unspeakable sadness.
âIâd love to learn if you want to teach. Iâm a quick study,â she assured him. âIâve been cobbling things together since I was first old enough to cobble. Didnât always make my mom happy to come home and find out that Iâd needed a part from the toaster or the microwave⊠or the phone, but Iâm used to it,â she shrugged. She gave a small laugh and returned his smile when he gave her one, but she knew it was fake. She wanted to tell him that it was alright to be sad, that he didnât have to pretend, but she felt that would be too much for either of them. She was pretending too, she just had a lot of help.
âIâm used to more house hold appliances and lab equipment. I know thatâs an odd gap, but between home and college, thatâs what I worked with. I didnât have the heart to take apart the car, not when I couldnât replace it,â she clarified. She nodded in agreement about the water. âRight. I know how to keep things separated and sterile,â she assured him. She didnât add that even if she did mix them, she could drink them and have Illyria figure out what was what. Sheâd save that for later. Or never.
Bruce hoped she was as good as she sounded. There was a certain comfort in knowing that if he had to leave there would be someone around that might be able to repair their makeshift filtration system until the utilities in this area were back up and running. He liked the way she talked. It was kind of fun to hear her ramble a little and hear the odd thought segues. Heâd become more quiet and reserved since heâd gone on the run so it would be nice if one of them filled the silence.
âDo you have a notebook or something to write in?â he asked. âI have a couple of spares if you donât. I just donât want to give you a bunch of information without any way to make notes. I have a great memory, but I find it helpful to be able to make notes especially when itâs a new subject.â It had been a long time since heâd had someone to teach.
Bruce nodded. "Well, the nice thing about here is that there are several damaged cars that have been taken to the junkyard which means they're free for us to use," he said. "Of course think of the trash or salvage yard as my hardware store. If we have a problem with the build or if you're worried about making a mistake you'll see that we have plenty of spares." He really wasn't good at optimism, but sometimes his realism could look like it in a pinch.
He reach the door to his workshop and opened it. "I don't bother to lock it, nobody really comes in here. It's away from everyone else just because I can get noisy and I don't sleep on the same schedule other people do."
Post AOU - He Ain't Heavy
Matt enjoyed cooking and the more things he could make from scratch the better for his sensitive sense of taste. He hated the taste of preservatives and most other things packed in food to make it last longer or taste better. To him, they were an overwhelming chemical bath that distracted him from the actual food. No matter how much they got to him, he never complained when someone made him food. As he smelled the food, he could tell that Bruce knew how to mitigate most of his issues. He wasnât sure if he had done it on purpose or his own tastes, but Matt appreciated it.
He couldnât see Bruce as he looked at the paper, but he could feel every bit of his reaction. He could feel his pain, his rage. He could smell as gamma started to flow more freely from him. He knew that feeling, that urge to destroy something, to hit something, to release the energy pent up in your muscles that threatened to turn into a weight if it wasnât let go. He heard the paper crumple and then hit the waste basket. He shook his head, indicated that he didnât care about the paper being sacrificed. He could hear his heartbeat and how he strained to slow it down. He could hear the anger in his voice and how it made it thin and taut. As Bruce laid out her crimes against him, Matt felt sick. He could imagine his own pain, his own struggle were he in Bruceâs position. âNot from everyone,â he assured him. Perhaps it was because he was blind, but monsters were monsters to him, no matter the package.
Matt waited in silence as Bruce fought for control of himself. There was no look of judgement, fear, or pity on his face. He was only concerned for his friendâs well-being. When he finally spoke, Matt nodded. âWhy would I hide it?â he wondered. He knew why Bruce thought he would. He knew that he was used to having people dance around him as if he was a bomb that would go off at the slightest provocation. He knew better. He knew Bruce better than that.
âI know where everything is,â he assured Bruce with a smile, glad that something old and familiar could be said at the moment. âAnd tea sounds perfect,â he agreed.
Bruce wasn't sure if it was funny or sad that a man he he met years ago and hadn't spoken to in a long time knew what to say better than people he'd practically lived with for a few years. Maybe it was just his life. It likely had something to do with the fact they kept each other's secret and they understood the other in ways nobody else could. Three words 'not from everyone' were a simple surgical strike that said so much more. To Bruce it seemed Matt agreed that her actions were monstrous. Anyone else he might have thought it was to stand up for a friend, but Matt had a rigid set of morals that he applied regardless of the person involved. At the same time he knew Matt knew innocence when he encountered it.
Bruce filled the teapot with water before answering matt's question. "I think anyone with a heart that heard everything I just spilled out might think it would be best to leave that kind of news until another time," he said. "They might think that waiting would be kinder. Truthfully, I haven't been myself since she messed with my head. I feel more unstable and that's not good with my condition. Not that I think you would consider that a valid reason to keep something from me. Everyone else would, but not you."
In spite of the situation a quick, fleeting smile crossed his face at the familiar retort. "I was going to have some jasmine tea. That might not be best with the pasta, but it's good for me," he said. "I'll probably be doing some stress baking while I'm here. If you have requests just let me know."
It Can Only Be Seen By the Eyes of the Blind || Bruce and Matt (closed)
guardiandaredevil:
There was a sadness to David that Matt could only understand on the surface. The way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he walked. His condition had taken a lot from him and from the sounds of it, it only continued to take from him. Matt could understand the feeling. He could understand the struggle to not let one aspect of his life overwhelm everything.
Matt listened as he spoke. âHmm, well, only our costumed friend can know why he felt how he felt about you. Personally, I do everything to remember that people are innocent until proven guilty. Even the most grim situations can be misread if one doesnât give them proper consideration,â he told him. He knew David was innocent, but he couldnât tell him why. Not now and probably not ever. âWell, if you remember anything as we walk, just tell me. If you need to pause or stop for tonight, tell me,â he told him.
Bruce thought for a moment that he wished he could adapt to the change in his life as well as Matt seemed to have adapted. He thought Matt had a good point about not focusing on everything heâd lost. It was difficult because heâd lost so much. He wondered if Matt knew about the entirety of his grim situation would he be able to give it proper consideration. Not that it was safe for Matt to know more than he already did if people came around asking questions.
âWell, men wearing costumes in this neighborhood likely have their own perspective on everything,â Bruce said. He felt the stirrings of a memory and he stopped in his tracks. The flashes of his time as the Other Guy were noisy and overcharged as usual, but now sometimes he could get a little out of them. It was somewhat worrying, but at the same time he could learn something. This one was just a brief picture of carrying the woman down the alley. His body jerked a little, but he was conscious of the feeling of Mattâs hand on his shoulder and it kept him from going too far. âSorry, just give me a second,â he said rubbing the bridge of his nose. âI think she was already dead by the time I brought her this far.â It was odd using what he considered to be the wrong pronoun. The Other Guy was always 'he' never 'I'.
binarymoonbeam:
âIâm actually completely interested in everything you just said,â Moon clarified. âIf you hadnât noticed, my name is a bit odd. My parents are hippis. Like, really real hippis. Freedom of everything and love one another and protect the earth and hug a tree and a squirrel if it holds still enough hippis. I donât agree with them on a lot of their⊠points of view, but Iâd love to work on ways to help with the environment, both here and elsewhere. I do have to go to work, but would you want to hang out afterwards to see if we can team up on something?â
Bruce understood the point of view of the people Moon was talking about. He agreed with them to a certain extent, but disagreed with them on other points because he was a scientist. "I would like that," he said. "I keep odd hours so you can find me here or just ask JARVIS where I am. Most of the time I'm somewhere in the building. It was very nice to talk with you and I hope we can work on something together very soon."
notpurplearrow:
[Text: Hulkster] Yeah, you are right. Damn it.
[Text: Hulkster] Nope, that would be wrong.
[Text: Barton, Clint] The dangers of having an extremely smart dog.
[Text: Barton, Clint] We snark each other too. I wouldn't want you to think we don't.
further-proof:
Winifred followed Uncle Bruceâs instructions very carefully. She made sure to follow his instructions as best as she could. She wanted a delicious cakey-pie and she was going to make sure they got it. She watched him work when sheâd done her part and she smiled when it came time for her favorite part. The filling was always the best.
âFilling time!â she cheered, getting a clean bowl. She was almost bouncing off her stool to get things ready. âWhatâs first?â she asked.
Bruce smiled at her enthusiasm. âWell, the first thing we do is chop up this chocolate. How about you break it up with your hands while I chop it up better?â he suggested. âThen you can measure the butter and vanilla extract and put it in this bowl.â
He liked to give her the measuring jobs and the pouring jobs because they were the safest. âThen you can measure these things into this saucepan,â he said highlighting the ingredients then marking them âfor saucepanâ. âOnce you get the dry ingredients in there I will explain more.â The other part of the filling had to be heated and he wanted to keep her from handling anything hot. He kept an eye on her because he wanted to make sure he hadnât confused her.
binarymoonbeam:
âIâm interested in anything that tells me how the world works,â Moon told Bruce. âIt gets me in trouble sometimes. If I think too much about how things work, then I start thinking of the equations for everything and I get nothing done. It got me in trouble a lot in school,â she admitted. âI understand liking physical books, but beyond the smell, digital is superior in every way to me,â she shrugged.
âI am thankful for her passing on her expertise to you,â she smiled. She considered learning how to bake and decorate. âI like baking,â she told him. âI like the chemistry to it. If I do everything the same way under the same conditions, I get the same result. I like that. Iâm terrible at decorating. I want everything to be too⊠neat? I want everything to have itâs own space and believe me, that does not work with elementary school poster board presentations,â she sighed. âBut if you would be willing to teach me, Iâd love to learn. Iâve always loved looking at the decorations. I know how to do them, but I donât know how I would do them, if that makes sense,â she explained.
âThen Michio Kaku is someone to check out. Stephen Hawking is another good read. They try to make their work accessible to people who donât have degrees in their fields and I think they do a pretty good job,â Bruce said. âIf youâre interested in videos as well then Iâd suggest you check out âCosmosâ. Thereâs the classic one with Carl Sagan and they just released a new one with Neil deGrasse Tyson that is very good as well.â
âIâm kind of the same way with cooking and with anything really. It was a habit to make sure everything was tidy and in its place when I began doing chemistry because that was just safety. It carries over into other aspects of my life,â he said. âI could teach you a few things, if youâre interested. I also think if you like the chemistry of cooking then youâd really enjoy molecular gastronomy. Look into it and if you like it I can show you that too.â
Post AOU - He Ain't Heavy
guardiandaredevil:
Matt stayed at the table, listening quietly. He could hear the pain in Bruceâs voice, then the anger and the helplessness. No matter what good this group had done, it had caused Bruce more pain and suffering than any of them could understand. He could feel Bruceâs relief when he was told that the girl had no right to mess with his mind. Had no one told him that?
Matt couldnât understood the gamble that Bruce and Tony had to take to right their wrongs. He wasnât there. He couldnât know. He knew by the fact that the world wasnât being plagued by a robot menace that their gamble paid off, but heâd let Bruce get to that part in his own time.
Matt listened as Bruce discussed seeing the woman again, the woman that had hurt him. He knew how Bruce felt in that moment. He was against killing, but heâd had time where that line had grayed. Heâd had times where his anger overwhelmed him and heâd beat his opponents almost to death, either with his fists or his words, or both. He rubbed his eyes, remembering Mysterio and how heâd walked away from him. He hadnât killed him, but he had taken his life with his words.Â
âRomanoff,â Matt repeated, remembering the name. He nodded soundly, but said nothing else for the moment. It was Bruceâs turn to speak. He sighed again when Bruce talked about being used for his alter. That sounded like something SHIELD would do and do happily. It angered him enough that he felt his knuckles almost pop as he made a fist. He forced himself to open his hand and relax.
âWell, you are safe here, for now,â he assured him. âYou can stay as long as you feel comfortable. I know that we are close to the Avengers here, but this is New York. Itâs a good place to hide in a crowd.â He paused for a moment, thinking of the woman that hurt him. âWait. This womanâŠâ frowning, he stood up and grabbed a newspaper off of the table. It had been in the plastic and he hadnât realized it wasnât his until a couple of days later, so he hadnât bothered to correct it. He ran his fingers over the title to make sure it was the correct one.Â
âIâm sorry,â he told him. He felt terrible that he was the one to tell Bruce, but he needed to know. âIs this her?â he asked, turning the paper around for him to see.
Bruce listened to Matt as he finished plating their dinner. Heâd elected to make some pasta for them. It would have been better if heâd been able to make the noodles from scratch, but he wasnât sure Matt had the equipment so he purchased the noodles. The sauce he made himself. He compromised with the bread as well by buying the bread and making the garlic butter by hand.
Bruce put Mattâs plate down in front of where he was sitting along with his utensils before pulling the newspaper toward him. He was sure Matt read the headline, but Bruce saw the photograph of the Maximoff woman. When people talked about being angry they use the phrase âsaw redâ, Bruce always saw green when he was angry. Seeing the picture of that woman in the paper sent him far beyond anger or rage. Part of his wanted to scream and throw things, but this was Matt's place. Even tossing the paper on the floor was out of the question because Matt could trip on it. Finally, he grabbed the paper and began crumpling it into a ball before he tossed it in the garbage. "Yes, that's her. I'm sorry if you wanted to keep that," he said in a voice that was low and oddly calm though the underlying tension could easily be heard. As he spoke he placed his hands on the counter trying to maintain his calm. "I have to live with the nightmares that she gave me. I have to live with blood on my hands that she put there. I have to live with what she did to me." He took a deep breath and let it out. "She gets to join the team. She gets to be called a hero." He let out a hollow, bitter sound that might have been a laugh. "I guess monsters only get sympathy when they look like frail, young women."
He lifted his hands and covered his face as he tried to get control of all of his emotions. It took him a couple of moments of regulated breathing before he felt calm enough to lower his hands. "Thank you for not hiding that from me," he said. "Please eat. Your plate is directly in front of you. There's a fork to the left of the plate. Your left. The garlic bread is at the twelve o'clock position. Would you like something to drink?" He'd try to eat and probably manage some of it. Though his appetite hadn't been very good for the last while. "I was going to make myself some more tea."
binarymoonbeam:
[Text: Banner, Bruce] Wonderful!
[Text: Banner, Bruce] Iâm right there with you. Iâm just not interested. I give reasons because âI donât want toâ doesnât seem to work for most people.Â
[Text: Banner, Bruce] I thought it was a game too. I completely understand. But no, they are serious. And not being able to tell when someone is flirting with you isnât always part of it, but for many of us it is. I canât tell the difference between flirting and nice either. Tony told me that a lot of the guys at work flirt with me. Iâve never noticed.
[Text: Hunter, Moonbeam] It was more of a problem for me in high school and college. As far as people asking me questions. Though my answer was the same, I just wasnât interested. Iâm not interested now, but the Other Guy is a much easier explanation. Once people hear the words âIâm radioactiveâ they back off.
[Text: Hunter, Moonbeam] Yeah, I donât pick up on things women say or what they mean by what they say.
[Text: Hunter, Moonbeam] I honestly thought it was just me. I tried to fake it and play along, but it doesnât go very well.
The Reaction Paradox // Clint and Bruce
notpurplearrow:
Clint watched Waldo looking really intensely at his work. He didnât say anything, not wanting to distract the man. It looked tedious, but also really important. With a compound like the one he was asking to use, he wanted someone that was concentrating when working on it, not trying to fit it in during their lunch break. He left Waldoâs side, not wanting to worry him by looking over his shoulder, and stood with Bruce.Â
He nodded in agreement with Bruce. âYeah, I do need them to blow up when I tell them,â he agreed. One dud could be nothing that couldnât be corrected with a second arrow, or it could be life and death. He wanted to keep from finding out what one it would be.Â
He smiled when Bruce talked about the holographic effects. Thatâs what he really loved watching. When he made new arrows by himself, he just had to fire them and hope for the best. Bruce could test them a hundred times without actually making one first. âIâm sure I will,â he grinned.Â
Waldo knew that if he added too much of the chemical after the color changed that it would reduce its potency and he preferred not to do that. It wouldn't have bothered him if Clint had stayed put, but he appreciated the fact he moved away. He'd be able to resume talking soon enough.
Bruce nodded. "I will do my best to ensure that you get products that do exactly what you tell them to do every time," he said. "I'll also be able to give you an idea of the blast radius as soon as I start running tests. If it is too weak or too powerful just let me know and I can adjust the quantity of explosives to where you need it."
Bruce actually smiled. "It's a bit like watching some of those old 80s science fiction movies for the first time with some of this stuff. It was all new technology back then and it looked amazing. This stuff is far more advanced, but there's the same feeling."
Standard Sci fi plot #143 (Tony, Moon, Bruce, Matt)
binarymoonbeam:
consulting-mechanic:
guardiandaredevil:
When the door opened, Mattâs primary concern was Bruce. To anyone else, there would be a little bit of noise and maybe some air, but he knew that Bruce would feel a wave of air currents that would feel like they were scraping his skin raw. He knew that the noise from the outside would be deafening and he knew that the sounds of two more people, even people that stood as quietly as possible, would be more noise for Bruce to have to manage.
He got up and closed the door as quickly and quietly as he could. He knew that the two of them had no idea what Bruce was going through, but he knew they needed to stop talking until he could help Bruce manage. He tried to find a nice place to cut into their conversation, but one of them was Tony Stark and the other one was taking his bait. Finally, he put his hand over their mouths. âShut up,â he whispered.Â
When they were quiet, he went over to Bruce and crouched about five feet in front of him. âFocus on me, Bruce,â he said, almost inaudibly. âBreath with me,â he told him as he started to go through a breathing exercise heâd used when he was a boy.
Tony was too focused on teasing Moon that he didnât realize until Bruce clamped a hand over his mouth that something was wrong.  Or maybe that wasnât Bruce.  Just watching him walk Tony knew it wasnât Bruce.  Bruceâs posture was terrible and he always seemed like he was trying to make himself smaller.  Of course the big clue was the fact âBruceâ crouched down a few feet away from âMattâ. Â
Tony wasnât usually known for his compassion, but it was impossible not to have some for a person that was curled up the way âMattâ was.  It looked like the man was being tortured or assaulted by something.  Then he realized what it was.  Like Tony was dealing with the influx of information, Bruce must be dealing with Mattâs hypersenses.
It was probably the first time in Tonyâs life that someone told him to âshut upâ and he actually had.
Moon was about to say something else to Tony until âBruceâ came up and covered her mouth. It took her a moment to realize how bizarre the situation was. It wasnât that he had covered her mouth, heâd covered Tonyâs. She wanted to ask what was wrong, why âMattâ was in pain, but she worried that saying anything would just hurt them all. She saw that Tony was silent and she followed suit.
She bit her lower lip and looked over at âTonyâ. She didnât know anything about Matt besides the fact he was a lawyer and in this body, she couldnât fill in the gaps in her knowledge. She frowned and shrugged her shoulders in question.
Bruce couldnât really understand much of anything. âMake it stop,â he repeated. There was noise, lots of noise. The loud drum sound that he knew were heartbeats. One was as steady as a metronome as if it was being timed by a machine. If heâd had less assaulting him he would have realized that it was being timed because Tony had a pacemaker. Smells were starting to choke him again. The air current against his face felt like it was sand blasting him. He was trying to use his hands to shut some of it out, but he could feel the sense that he was being crushed and overwhelmed. The thought that he was going to change soon entered his mind because everything was becoming too much.
Then the sounds reduced greatly and so did the smells. The air stopped blasting his face and it gave him space to start finding some way to calm down. Then he could clearly hear his name. The voice wasnât immediately familiar, but the words made him think it was Matt trying to help him. He kept rocking because he found the motion soothing and he tried to slow his breathing. He used the steady sure beat of the timed heart to measure his breathing. He had no idea how Matt lived like this.
notpurplearrow:
Clint smiled for the first time in days. Hearing Bruce strong arm the agent was absolutely perfect. Bruce walked around and he was all nervous and worried looking, but it wasnât because he thought someone was ready to take his lunch money. He knew that he could take out the whole building and not have a scratch on him and he wanted to prevent that. He liked Bruce on his side. Right now, he could have kissed Bruce for making his demands.
His smile was gone before Bruce returned. He relaxed against the glass, forcing himself not to get too comfortable with the idea that he was leaving. A lot of stuff needed to happen before he walked out that door and he was going to make sure that it happened before he got his hopes up. He didnât think Bruce was in on the whole âOperation Make Barton Talk About His Feelingsâ, but that didnât mean SHIELD wouldnât use an opportunity.
Then, Bruce said a magic word. âOh please, God yes. Pizza. I need pizza,â he told him, pleading. âThe food here sucks. SUCKS, YOU HEAR ME!â he shouted. âAs if not eating enough broccoli was my issue. Broccoli, which warns you that it is bad for you because of itâs TERRIBLE TASTE!â he protested, punctuating his shouts by pounding on the glass. He knew he should continue to hold back hope, but he figured he should remind them why they should let him leave.
Bruce was glad that his tactics didnât unnerve Barton. He was never really sure what to expect from people when he saw them use another personâs fear of him against them. Whatever Barton thought about it, he seemed to take it in stride.
The other manâs reaction to the mention of pizza was probably the part of the conversation that made him feel completely sure he was doing the right thing. Whatever issues the man was having after what had been done to him, this place wasnât equipped to give him the help he needed. âFrom what I understand from Tony the best place to get pizza is Rayâs Famous Pizza, but it has to be the one on 52nd because he thinks the other one is âassâ, but your choice of course,â he said calmly. âItâs interesting I think Tony had exactly the same response to surprise vegetables. I think he thinks of them as attempts to poison him or something. Though I seriously doubt they were cooked in a way that would be appetizing.â
He heard the doorknob turn and an orderly came in with a couple of bags that were marked with Clintâs name followed by another person likely a nurse that had a clipboard with lots of paperwork on it.
Gift Shopping Disjunction // Winifred and Bruce
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Winifred scrunched up her nose. âWell thatâs lame,â she pouted. âI canât be a superhero if Iâm not super. Everyone has a brain. Not everyone has a suit, or repulsor rays, or super strength. I want to have all three,â she told Bruce. âAnd more. I need to ask Clint or Natasha to teach me how to be really, really stealthy,â she frowned, upset with herself at this oversight.
When she got her presents, she smiled to Bruce. âOkay, where to next!â she wondered, clearly excited. She and Brucde didnât spend a lot of days together outside of Stark Tower and she was going to take advantage of it.
Bruce gave her a mildly amused smile and reminded himself that she was only five. She probably didnât really understand that her fatherâs superpower was his brain and heâd used that brain to build his suit. âI know I think of my brain as my best superpower,â he said. âIt doesnât matter what else you have itâs that brain of yours thatâs going to make you a success.â
He held out his hand to her so they could make their way out of the store. She was a smart kid, but sometimes forgot that she shouldnât just dart away if she saw something interesting. âWell, I think we should go to an electronics store or a hardware store so we can get what we need to build the rest of the present. Why donât we go ahead and put this stuff in the car and we can see where the nearest good place is,â he said.
Unsustainable || Bruce and Vision (closed)
pleasecallmejonas:
Many were saddened⊠concerned about Doctor Bannerâs disappearance. In the brief time the android had known him, there was not too much kindness being sent his way⊠but they had all been afraid. This, however, didnât cause him to worry less.
Wanting solitude was an understandable thing from Visionâs knowledge, but simply disappearing seemed⊠wrong. Bruce was difficult to track, impossible really. The android found himself wandering from points of interest, all giving him very little results. Until this last one that is.
He found himself stopping his verbal tracks, gaze lingering to a nearby figure. Perhaps if he were not an AI, such small movements would have gone unnoticed. Vision thanked the men for their time to before pursuing the retreating form.âExcuse me, Sir. I have been told you have a tendency to work the most. Perhaps you should take a break. Rest. You must be hot.â He just needed to hear him speakâŠcatch a glimpse of his faceâŠ
Bruce felt dread in the pit of his stomach when he heard Vision speak. It wasnât even a question that it was Vision, Bruce knew his voice far too well. He kept walking as if he hadnât realized someone was speaking to him. It wasnât that he thought there was any possible way he could escape him, he just needed to get to a place that was away from prying eyes.
The room he used as a workspace was only a few feet further when he reached the door he turned his head and looked at Vision for a moment. Then he put a finger to his lips as he opened the door. He had no doubt that despite the beard and weight loss Vision would know it was him.
He made a motion for Vision to follow him. They could talk inside, he hoped heâd be given that much consideration. The problem was that Bruce didnât know why the android was here. Had he been looking for Bruce? Was it just a coincidence? Were they looking to arrest him? All he could do was get into a private place to talk and hope things went well.
Bruce took his cap off once he was inside. âPlease shut the door, Iâd prefer that nobody else find out who I am,â he said.
(Post AOU) Â Make My Demons Run
bxttyrxss:
The attempt was appreciated, but she could see the trouble behind his eyes, a trouble that only seemed to cause concern to settle within her. He deserved better than this, he deserved to be left alone, to be allowed to follow the life he wanted to do without the threat of someone using him lingering over his head. Yet, she knew such a future would not be possible, not with the constant conflict that continued to plague the world.
âVegetables it is then.â She confirmed, playing the other packet on the side before she headed back towards the bed. It was going to be a slow process before Bruce was anywhere near to the man he was before this event, before he was able to function without anything plaguing him. Carefully, Betty climbed back onto the bed, sitting herself next to him with her shoulder pressed against his. She held out the package for him to take, observing every move and emotion he showed. She would remain by his side, she would ground him when he needed her to. Â
Bruce had no idea how long it would take him to get back to some semblance of what his normal was, but he knew that having her with him would help that process. He watched her settle in next to him and felt a sense of peace when she did. âThank you,â he said taking the package from her.
A memory kicked up at random as he opened the packed and pulled out a piece to eat. âFor some reason I just thought about Stan. He once told me that he measured a personâs distress in how many slices of pizza he thought it would take to deal with whatever the problem was. A three slicer was his top rung,â he said. âThe last time I saw him the first thing he did was put a slice of pizza in my hand. No questions after all that time just put some pizza in my hand.â
He ate a couple of pieces before he looked over at her. âYou want some?â he asked holding the open bag so she could take some. For the moment he was keeping food down which was good. "I didn't ask, how have you been doing? I don't know what you heard or how you heard it or how that was for you." The last part came in a rush of words as if once the thought occurred to him more facets started occurring to him and he had to say them.
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[Text: Hulkster] I donât know, but please donât suggest it to him.
[Text: Hulkster] Well, at least you have that. Iâd hate to think that someone would get out of being mocked by all of you.
[Text: Barton, Clint] Iâm sure that he will come up with it on his own if he comes up with it.
[Text: Barton, Clint] We wouldnât want anyone to feel left out.
