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@gethulked-a
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i. accept the fact that you are a world on fire
ii. if your anger is killing you, swallow it whole.
iii. if your anger is killing you, pound it into pieces and spit on the remains
iv. if your anger is killing you, kill it first.
v. turn out the lights. wave away the smoke. let yourself go home.
- there’s peace in ashes///magpie
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bannertm
THE SLOW PROGRESS IN ADAPTING TO to the new surroundings and lifestyle didn’t feel any easier than the rest . in his mind , the sounds of familiarity came from the sounds of village chatter – his home previously . his small single room apartment at the third floor and the sticky heat he would wake to almost became a routine . now he was comfortable – staring up into decorated walls from the suns rays that shined from his skyline view of new york city . Bruce would wake startled , fighting against blankets with thread counts he never thought would tangle around his body as he struggled to remember . and for a moment he didn’t and his heartbeat drummed ..
‘ Doctor Banner , good morning . it is currently 8:56am Eastern Standard Time and you are currently residing in Stark Tower in New York City . shall i call– ’
“ no .. no.. thank you , Jarvis . ” Bruce quickly interrupted , hand over his chest as he tried to collect himself and ease his rapid heart beat . he wasn’t sure if it was Tony or Jarvis’ own programming that began the gentle ‘reminder’ wake up calls . they helped but something inside him was still frantically trying to keep itself on the ground .
FOR A MAN WHO HAD SPENT YEARS IN locations that required different levels of adaption , Bruce still found the settlement at the tower to be unbearably overwhelming . it had been a little under two weeks after the battle of New York . Bruce couldn’t escape the news and constant hailing from people that now considered him a hero . a hero . Bruce took to keeping himself away from newspapers and television . something Tony enjoyed to bask in and show excitedly to Bruce whenever the Other Guy made an appearance . Bruce just wanted to hide , grateful only that the city had crowned them saviors instead of giving out a warren for Bruce’s arrest . the thought always crossed his mind and every morning it made his stomach flip . letting him settle on coffee nothing more for a morning start .
THE WORKERS WERE ALREADY THERE , doing repairs that Bruce was sure were also upgrades to the interior structure that had been damaged . he faintly remembered Tony talking about trying to get a ridiculous expense report done on the view . Bruce spent his time on the top floor with Tony considering both of their rooms to be damaged now and hardly a place to work . Bruce found the company to be , at first , stressful . it also reminded him of the company he missed and how much he longed for it for a time . perhaps the slow integration into a sense of normalcy was something Bruce would indulge in until he would firmly yank back into his right mind like a dog tethered to a tree . being back in the United States was risky enough and was half expecting the military to now come knocking at Tony’s front door .
instead it was family .
HE REMEMBERED DREAMS OF MEMORIES that would wake him in the middle of nights and leave him sadden . happiest of memories that made his chest feel as if it were cracking open and collecting his aching heart for interaction . he missed Betty , he missed the only family that he had left that he felt he abandoned – and she unexpectedly now stood in front of him like a dream .
“ .. J..Jen ? ” Bruce muttered inaudibly but his mouth moved slowly as if it were testing the hum of her name . Jennifer . Bruce felt the familiar chest pang but this time it wasn’t pain , it wasn’t sadness … Bruce’s face was lit with confusion , “ how .. did you know ..? ” Bruce asked but it was hardly important right now . he gently set his coffee mug on the table but didn’t advance forward .
no time is wasted in approaching him — slowly. not out of fear of the Other Guy, but rather of startling the man she grew up with. her own flesh and blood hovered in a hazy daze before her and she almost cried. but she held back; bit the inside of the left cheek and furrowed her brows. a nervous habit they shared, sure.
“ hey, Bruce. i, uh, i called Pepper to see if she could keep tabs on you. y'know, since you’re so close with Tony. but he, uh, he wasn’t answering. and, tch... i see why. ”
a breathy laugh is exhaled, calmly, as she looks around at the repair-process state that this entire building is still in. she’s relieved that he’s still standing. not that she doubted he would be, but call her the biggest worrywart among other mother hens — that’s her. and she’s not even his mother.
dress shoes, with haphazardly tied laces from the hurry she was in, tread the floor heavily as if she were ready to collapse. god, how she’d missed being around a familial presence. how long had it been ? five ? six years ?
six years, and he didn’t think to let her know, ‘ hey, cous, i’m alive ! ’
a wary smile graces kindly features as her shoulders shrug nonchalantly. a contrast to the confusion he must be feeling.
“ so, why wasn’t i called in sooner ? do i really embarrass you that much ? ”
another laugh, this one more wholehearted than the last as she reaches out; gentle hand caressing tense shoulder.
@bannertm ( plotted starter. )
the lawyer’s heart races — beating, unforgiving, against the bird cage of her ribs. her pulsating organ fluttering no longer, but thrashing. insanely so. eyes shift warily to scratched, old wristwatch. a gift from her cousin, who was the source of her concerns. well, personal concerns — the attack on New York shook her and everyone else abroad who knew someone there.
time drags its feet as hands frantically bang against elevator buttons. relentless in her persistence, she might as well have taken the stairs. having called Pepper ahead of time to confirm her cousin’s safety, information regarding his whereabouts was shared. if there was one thing she learned over time, it was that Tony Stark cared about her brother more dearly than anyone she’s met — herself not included.
briefcase drops to the floor upon entering the top floor. gaze lingering on the once elegant structure, now in shambles. sternly, and laced with worry, a name falls from down-turned lips.
“ Bruce ? ”
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*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine
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negüi . ' i'm hungry for a manlet, want one ? '
“ well, we both know i’d remind you that hobbit definitely sounds cuter and then i’d tell you to go fuck yourself —but hey, that’s none of my business. ”
❝ Never send a boy to do a woman’s job. ❞ :^)
❝ or rather never send an architect to do a lawyer’s job, considering my status as a ‘ boy ‘ is a tossup. ❞
