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mistressxfmagnetismā:
Lorna had been wary of Avengers for a long time. Sheād spent far too long struggling and fighting for mutants, only for these heroesĀ to come in and get praised and lauded. It hurt. And then when the Accords came out, backed by one of the most prominent Avengers? It had felt like insult to injury. They chose to be heroes, Lorna hadnāt chosen to be a mutant. She didnāt exactly feel bad that she had broken into the Stark tower multiple times now, nor taken it hostage to get Genosha built. Sheād do it again in a heartbeat.
But Bruce Banner hadnāt exactly chosen the Hulk. Nor was the Hulk always celebrated as a hero when he helped. Lorna wished she didnāt, but she understood now what it was like wake up and know that someone had caused all this damage and that all the public had seen was you. Plus, importantly, Banner seemed close with Erik. He had helped bring Erik back andāeven if Lorna was still a little bitter that no one had told her about that until it had happenedāshe was grateful for that. And she wanted to know him better.
He seemed nervousāor was that her powers sensing his nerves?ā but Lorna decided not to mention it. Could just be being on Genosha. Some tourists seemed to get nervous, she knew. Or maybe it was her.Ā
Lorna shook his hand when he offered, giving him a smile.Ā āNice to meet you, officially.ā She glanced back at the island with a nod.Ā āRictor did a good job with her,ā she agreed.Ā āAnd then we all built from there. Have you seen it before?āĀ
Something about Lorna, the way she carried herself or her general aura, reminded Bruce heavily of Erik. A pang of hurt rang through his chest when he thought about the fact that he would never have children; while Bruce had never thought much about being a parent, it wasnāt even an option for him. The radiation, his sterile body, his inability to be a reliable person - it added up to bad parenthood at every corner.
God forbid he ended up anything like his own father.
āTwo or three times, now,ā Bruce explained, remembering his first meeting with Erik in the gardens, lush green surrounding them as they shared smiles and quips. How simple things could be if Bruce let them.
āDo you have a predominant part of taking care of the island?ā The question was one of genuine curiosity. Everyone seemed to have some part or another on Genosha, keeping it running as self-sufficiently as possible, needing very little from New York itself. It seemed Erikās family had the biggest hand in it all, many fingers in many pies, he supposed.Ā āI imagine itās a lot of work to keep things in order here.ā
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rictorscalesā:
āYou just said tussle,ā Ric pointed out.Ā āIāve never even heard tussle. Christ, man, youāre not helping your case here.ā He turned towards the man, eyeing him warily. He didnāt look like a cop, but⦠Rictor wouldnāt be surprised if he was one. An officer hanging out in a dive bar, looking for someone to bring in to meet his monthly arrest quota? It wouldnāt be the dumbest move anybody ever made.
Ric continued eyeing him, noting the baseball cap, the way he fiddled with it absently, hid under the shadows. It could have just meant he was someone uncomfortable with eyes on him⦠or it could have meant he had something to hide. Rictor shifted, wrinkling his nose as the man spoke again.Ā āNobody says scrapping, either,ā he deadpanned.
If was on edge before, it was magnified now. The last thing Rictor ever wanted to talk about was his mental health, whether the person on the other end of the conversation was a psychiatrist or not.Ā āHow about you mind your business? Huh? I like that idea,ā he snapped, taking an angry swig of his beer.Ā āYeah, well, nobody cool says beefing.ā
Bruce shifted as the manās entire demeanor changed. Where he had been friendly, if not entertainingly obstinate, he was now defensive and prickly. Bruce had to figure most people would be, in a place like this. He glanced at their surroundings, pointing to the empty seat next to his newĀ āpal.āĀ
āItāll end up being my business if the next guy you punch sends a swing your way and misses,ā Bruce argued, amicable despite the very real, very dangerous consequences if that exact scenario actually happened.
āWhat would you say then, Mr. Cool Guy,ā He mentioned as he took a swig of his own drink. He needed a significant amount of alcohol for it to actually have any effect on him, but Bruce enjoyed drinking. Got lost in the motions of it, enjoyed the tingling sensations as it poured into his stomach. He knew why Tony was so eager to bring the substance to his lips, too.Ā
catalystsofchangeā:
Heād been there before, of course. He had a feeling most people had. There were few things more universal than being caught with your proverbial pants down, staring across the counter at someone and realizing your pockets were emptier than youād thought they were. In Dickās case, it was often because heād been out late in his Nightwing suit and only thrown something on over it before running to grab a coffee, or because a concussion prevented him from remembering whether or not heād tucked it into his pants. It was a position heād been in often enough to make him more than willing to help someone else when they found themselves similarly down on their luck.
āAh,ā Dick replied with a chuckle,Ā āyou know, I have heard wallets are a lot more useful when you remember to bring them along.ā There was a playful lilt in his voice, teasing and easy. Alfred said once that Dick could walk into any situation, no matter how mundane, and walk out with a few new friends. Dick always liked to think that was a good thing.
Smiling, Dick huffed another laugh, waving a hand as he picked up his own coffee at the counter and took a sip.Ā āYou donāt have to do that. Consider it a random act of kindness, yeah? Or, you know, just pay it forward or whatever. I donāt need the extra help, promise.ā Heād gotten a pretty sizeable bonus for his undercover work in Madripoor, and if he ever did run low on funds, he had no doubt that heād find a mysterious safety net in his bank account. (Heād never accept it, of course, hadnāt felt right taking money from Bruce since he was nineteen with a bullet in his shoulder and an aching in his chest, since maybe before then, but he knew itād happen anyway.)Ā āHey, Iāve never seen you in here before. Do you come in a lot?ā
Theyāre a lot more useful when they actually have money in them,Ā Bruce thought, smiling small and grateful at the younger man. It was fascinating, how many people were willing to help others in need.Ā āIāll make sure to pay for the next guy with his pants down,ā Bruce promised, laughing along with him.
There was something disarming about the guy, Bruce thought as he sipped his boiling hot tea, hitting the spot even in the too-hot weather of New York in the middle of summer. He seemed to exude confidence, and had charisma and charm that oozed from his very person. The physicist wondered what that would feel like: to be so sure of who you were and what you brought to the table. To be unafraid in every day situations, even there with a smile on your face.
Clearing his throat, Bruce took a look at his shoes, scuffed sneakers heād had for years and years. Those shoes had been on just as many adventures as Bruce had - running cross country and fading into the background. What sorts of stories could they tell too?Ā āAh. Not really. Iām a bit of a...wanderer.ā It took a lot for Bruce not to snort at the double meaning of it all, not wanting to give his identity away to a stranger,Ā āThe only place I consistently go is to the Shake Shack. Canāt say away from those aƧai smoothies,ā He admitted in a whisper, as if it was some big secret.
āAnd you?ā
impulselanternā:
āI donāt want to assume his type. Iām sure heād at least consider it!ā Simon flashed the other man a bright grin, hoping it came across as encouraging and hoping that he wouldnāt take him up on his offer to play wingman for the slime monster. As much as Simon would love to help a stranger find love, he had a duty to the Green Lantern Corps that involved dragging this particular slime alien off to a jail cell.Ā
Snorting at the manās assessment, Simon shrugged.Ā āI donāt think itās me specifically,ā he said defensively.Ā āI had a friend come across one when I wasnāt even there!ā It was worrying, in a dull, background kind of way. This many aliens of the same origin didnāt tend to flock to one place without reason, and given the way theyād all been relatively violent in one way or another, Simon couldnāt imagine the reason was a good one.Ā
Glancing back over to the man ā the Avenger, because Simon had seen enough of them on television to recognize one when he saw them ā he shrugged.Ā āYou donāt have to do anything,ā he offered.Ā āI can take him out on my own. Iāve done it before.ā It wasnāt easy, and heād wound up dripping slime onto Zatannaās floor, but he could manage it. Heād never ask a guy to get pummeled by a slime monster unless he was volunteering for it.Ā
āIām not gonna punch you. Especially not if itās gonna make the Hulk mad. I just need a second to think of a plan. Iām really good at plans, okay? No need to worry.ā
Humming, Bruce searched their surroundings idly while the slime monster seemed content to continue to wreak havoc on the civilians and buildings around them. It was a consideration, he thought, to let Hulk out in a public space like this. Especially when the monster was naturally just as destructive as the slime monster they were facing, and could potentially be an even biggerĀ problem that even the Lantern couldnāt contain on his own.
āOur atmosphere is one of few in this galaxy that can contain something that is both a liquid and a solid - probably why the slime people are coming in troves,ā Bruce remarked, pulling out a small data pad,Ā āWe need to get some sort of liquid on him. It will begin to break down its base components, I think.ā
Blunt fingers pointed toward an obviously green outfit,Ā āHow do your powers work? Are you capable of replicating something like that?ā He grinned, something sharp and awkward,Ā āBecause if not, you may just have to punch me.ā
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Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that Iāll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. SendĀ š for a random number instead.
01. ā first 02. ā kiss 03. ā final 04. ā numb 05. ā broken 06. ā wings 07. ā melody 08. ā rules 09. ā chocolate 10. ā nostalgia 11. ā heartbeat 12. ā stranger 13. ā confusion 14. ā bitter 15. ā afterlife 16. ā daybreak 17. ā audience 18. ā endless 19. ā fireworks 20. ā wishing 21. ā birthday 22. ā tomorrow 23. ā oppression 24. ā agony 25. ā return 26. ā protection 27. ā boxes 28.Ā ā hope 29.Ā ā preparation 30.Ā ā beautiful 31.Ā ā lies 32. āĀ underneath 33. ā hide 34. ā diary 35. ā unforeseen 36. ā conditional 37. ā gone 38. ā clear 39. ā heartache 40. ā wired 41. ā insanity 42. ā foolish 43. ā words 44. ā study 45. ā love 46. ā skies 47. ā stars 48. ā lucky 49. ā shake 50. ā punctual
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twentyninetyninesā:
A lot of things in the past were different than what Miguel was used to. That was a given, he supposed. Eighty years didnāt sound like a long time on paper, but in reality? It had been more than enough time for capitalism to crumble the quality of life that people enjoyed here, more than enough time for corporations to take over the world, more than enough time for people to forget about things like petty arguments surrounding pizza and focus instead on larger, more encompassing things like aforementioned evil corporations. But⦠There was something kind of quaint about life as it was in 2021. There was something undeniably charming about the idea of people swapping lab partners because they didnāt like one anotherās choice in pizza toppings. It was the kind of thing that made Miguel understand why Xina had been so fascinated with this time period.
āNah,ā he replied with a shrug.Ā āA lot of fish are endangered or extinct by my time. Temperature changes in the ocean, oil spills ruining poisoning the water, undersea construction disrupting their natural habitats⦠Thereās a lot of seafood I never tried before I came here. And after your glowing review of anchovies, I think Iāll give them a pass.ā
Bruce went quiet, and Miguel wondered what he was thinking about, shifted uncertainly in his seat. He always got uneasy during quiet moments like this, especially when there was a mask between him and the rest of the world. Heād lived most of his life waiting for someone to pull the rug out from underneath him. That hadnāt changed much.Ā āWhat toppings do you like, then? And I mean the weird ones, man. None of that boring,Ā āpepperoniā shit.ā
A simple sadness always seemed to worm its way through Bruce, hearing what the future turned into; what little impact they will actually have on the world, even with all that theyād fought for in their time. Heroes seemed to be a thing of the past, and what they gave apparently wasnāt enough for what the future held in its clenched fist.Ā āThatās more depressing than the snack wars, man,ā He complained, full and outward despite the fact that his heart wasnāt really in it. Was there anything they could do to changeĀ it? SD was under the impression that they would be what they are until they werenāt, and Bruce had a hard time accepting that for what it was.
āSo no sushi then either? Thatās disappointing too. Weāve got to get you to try that,ā Since youāre not going back to 2099.Ā Bruce drank from his cup for a moment after swallowing a bite of pizza, seriously considering the manās question.
Bruce Banner was a boring man - people only assumed he wasnāt because of his other half. Hulk was a presence: a light so bright that you couldnāt ignore him. While the beastās actions couldnāt be justified, Hulk didnāt carry around abject apathy like a briefcase the way that Bruce did. Didnāt let it consume him like the darkness was all he had left. What he deserved. Hulk was mighty, and noble in his interests, at the very least.
Clearing his throat, Bruce put a fist to his chin, pretending to think hard despite knowing his answer,Ā āI had one of those overly-expensive pizzas with fig jam as the base, and prosciutto, gorgonzola, and caramelized onions on top. That was fairly good,ā He shook his head again, smiling with his teeth,Ā āBut the weirdestĀ had to be tarantulas in Cambodia.ā
sovietavengerā:
He pushed against her words and Natasha tipped her head to the side. It wasnāt strange that he was questioning if she meant what she said. Most people did. She was a double agent, a manipulator, a liar, a murderer. Trust wasnāt something anyone afforded her. But she had thought that she had an understanding with Bruce. A relationship that had been laced with something that had looked like trust. But five years (more than that, if she remembered correctly) of them not speaking⦠she couldnāt bring herself to fake taking offense to his second guessing. āIf you didnāt believe it the first time I said it, would you really trust it if I said it again?ā
The sting that she covered up was still there, touching the back of her mind because she was confused. Where had he been? Why had he called her? Why did he doubt what she was saying when he had contacted her? āWhatās the saying?ā She asked, āDonāt look a gift horse in the mouth?ā
Despite his questions, he seemed to be relaxed in her presence. (Maybe thatās why it had stung before. He had always looked at her like she was a person, like she wasnāt the monster she had confessed to being years ago. But a single moment of doubt brought her back to India, when she was pointing a gun at him.) āAre you? Settling back in?ā The way he looked, the warn way he walked⦠she wasnāt confident that he had a destination in mind - or a place to rest his head.
Her expression warmed at the confession, nodding her head. āTell the big guy I missed him too.ā It was remarkable how far they had come from those first moments together. Her running through and trying to dodge the Hulk to being one of the few people who could reach out and touch his hand without being thrown into the sun. It didnāt always work, but it was progress. It mattered. āIāve been busy,ā Natasha confessed, figuring it was her turn to offer a piece of something to him. āTrying to face my past.ā
āI meant more that most people havenāt been too keen on seeing me lately,ā He shrugged by way of explanation, taking a post beside her on the wall. The muggy New York air was a surprising comfort, though less so than the woman beside him was. His heart rate picked up slightly at the admittance, knowing damn well that Natasha didnāt want to babysit anymore grown men in her lifetime.Ā
She didnāt need another burden.
Guilt seeped in, with the thought that heād called her for selfish reasons. Just that he --
He wanted to see her. Be near her. Soak in the camaraderieĀ of someone who was just like him: living with a monster inside of them, begging to be seen as something else. They didnāt make their monsters, but they had to live with them.Ā āFor the time being, yes.ā Bruce licked his lips, feeling exhausted and worn out from his travels.Ā āI havenāt told anyone else that Iām back yet,ā TheĀ āI wanted you to be the firstā was left unsaid.
Surprisingly, Bruce did tell Hulk, even right away. The thoughts filtered through his brain like an echo off of cave walls, Hulk grumbling happily in return, like a cat whose owner has returned for the first time in years. No one else make Hulk feel happy,Ā he encountered back. Green eyes opened again, brow furrowed, and Bruce wasnāt entirely sure when heād closed them.
With a sense of recklessness, Bruce reached forward, confident but slow, to gently touch Natashaās hand with his own, invisible static crackling beneath his fingertips at the thought of feeling her closeness again for the first time in so long,Ā āFacing our demons is never easy,ā He agreed with a hum, giving her what he hoped was a comfortingĀ smile,Ā āHow has it been going for you?ā What have you been facing?
sharcartersā:
(āļø ā”ļø banner ): [ read. ]
[⦠two nights later.] (āļø ā”ļø banner ): i gave what you said some thought.Ā (āļø ā”ļø banner ): thank you for the apology. (āļø ā”ļø banner ): [unsent] you keep throwing tony in my face andā (āļø ā”ļø banner ): [unsent] heās my /cousin/ and if he could have been in the delivery room he would have been andā (āļø ā”ļø banner ): but i donāt think us talking about this further is going to help either one of us (āļø ā”ļø banner ): goodnight doctor banner.Ā
( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā goodnight, sharon.
vengeancedemonsā:
can you please stop talking? iām trying to read the terms of use. // @hulkout
Robbie wasnāt someone whoād ever been accused of talking too much. He was quiet (brooding, if you asked Gabe, which was why Robbie never did ask him), and typically pretty unassuming. He only tended to talk when he had to. Like, for example, when someone showed up in the shop. Greeting customers wasnāt technically his job, but Kathleen was out sick and he was the only one in the shop so it wasnāt like he had much of a choice.Ā
He cleared his throat as he approached, mumbling out a greeting only to be interrupted. Blinking, he squinted and followed the manās gaze up to the sign behind the desk.Ā āDude, thatās not even our sign,ā he said dryly.Ā āThing was hanging up when we moved into the space. Canelo didnāt feel like getting a ladder to get it down.ā
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It was an active hustle for Bruce not to be easily frazzled. After all, when the stakes were as high as they were for the physicist, it became a little more pertinent to make sure he was meeting his goals. So, maybe he was on edge today - after very little sleep (a few hours slumped over his desk in the lab here or there over the last three or four days) once again, Bruce could feel a headache blooming at his temples, pushing pressure on the backs of his eyes.
Snapping at some guy he didnāt even know, poking around a shop full of items he wasnāt particularly knowledgeable in, Bruce kind of felt like a dick, berating the guy like that. With a deep sigh, running round fingers through thick curls, Bruce looked up at the man under his rimmed glasses,Ā āSorry - that - I wasnāt.ā
Taking a deep breath, Bruce tried again,Ā āIām sorry. That wasnāt necessary. Itās been a long -ā Week? Year? Life?Ā ā- day.ā Trying again, Bruce pulled out a printed out picture of a car part, needing it for - well, not itās intended purpose, that was for sure,Ā āDo you happen to know where I can find this?ā
Natalie Diaz, "Like Church." Postcolonial Love Poem
sharcartersā:
(āļø ā”ļø banner ): itās fine. my sleep schedule is irregular anyway
[ā¦] (āļø ā”ļø banner ): bruce, you realize my issue isnāt just with that, right? you said something thoughtless and reduced me to steveās babysitter and i donāt even know where to start with how offensive that was (āļø ā”ļø banner ): but then you continued to belittle my intelligence and called me a monster and steve one for not bending to your will (āļø ā”ļø banner ): you insulted my profession, my intelligence, and so many other things (āļø ā”ļø banner ): and you didnāt realize what you said was offensive until now?
[ā¦] (āļø ā”ļø banner ): tony apologized to me immediately and he and steve always argue (āļø ā”ļø banner ): sd doesnāt owe me anything. i donāt even know him (āļø ā”ļø banner ): you attacked my character to prove a point and tried to make me feel small (āļø ā”ļø banner ): youāre not the first person to do it and you wonāt be the last, i just didnāt think itād come from someone who claims that iām on the āteamā
[ā¦] (āļø ā”ļø banner ): thank you for the apology.
[ā¦] (āļø ā”ļø banner ): what do you want me to say to that? good for you and steve?
( āļø ā sharon carter ): I think thatās a given, living the lives we live. ( ... ) ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā No, not that I didnāt realize, just that I didnāt comprehend the impact. My words tend to leave my mouth at a relatively thoughtless rate, and I was very...focused on getting my point across. Doesnāt make it better, but I recognize that. ( ... ) ( ... ) ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā While I am not asking for forgiveness, I just wanted to make sure that you knew I was sorry to drag you through the mud like that. I know what itās like to be reduced to something small and insignificant for the sake of someone elseās argument. Manipulation comes pretty naturally to me - Iām not a good guy, Sharon.Ā ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā Iām selfish. I wanted Steve to cave, you were in the way, and I wanted you to move away from the hits if I could hurt you hard enough. ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā And Iām sorry for that. ( ... ) ( āļø ā sharon carter ): And realistically, I should have apologized in the moment, but my anger got the best of me. ( āļø ā sharon carter ): Like it always does. ( ... ) ( ... ) ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā Iād like to not outlive all of the people I love my friends. And Iād like for Tony to be able to live past 60. And Iād like SD to be able to back to living his life without all of the nasty side effects in the way. ( āļø ā sharon carter ):Ā And at the end of everything, despite what you likely think I feel about Steve now, Iād like for Steve to finally have a choice to not have to sit at the edge of the universe with me if he doesnāt want to. ( āļø ā sharon carter ): Doesnāt make what I said right, but itās the truth.
firstxmanā:
āMost people do want things to be better,ā Scott replied,Ā ābut typically only for the groups of their choosing.ā It was something heād understood since he was a child, since even before his fatherās plane went down and he found himself unable to look at the world without destroying it. He looked too much like his mother, people would say. His eyes were shaped like hers, his skin the same pigment, and heād never understood why that was a bad thing but some people had certainly seemed to think that it was.Ā
And even more thought that it got worse when his mutation developed.Ā
If he werenāt fighting for his very right to exist, he might have understood it, to an extent. It was fear that drove humans to attack mutants. It was the same fear that had driven the Brotherhood to fight back, the same fear that had Erik holding a gun to the head of a highly populated city and begging them to understand why his finger was on the trigger. But fear didnāt make a person right. Fear could explain a personās actions, but it couldnāt excuse them.Ā
He studied Bruce uncertainly now, remembering that lab where they had stood together and raised a man up from the dead, remembering all the anger in the air there. He had regrets, after Erikās death. He ached with them, carried them in his chest, and the weight of them threatened to tear him in two. But⦠He still wasnāt sure heād done the wrong thing in that silo. Eight million people were still alive. Erik was alive again. And pieces had been broken along the way, some irreparably, but he had to believe that it was better this way. He had to believe that Erik, in spite of everything, would have never done what he had if not for the Phoenix lighting his veins aflame. He had to believe that a man he respected, a man he loved, would prefer a world in which he didnāt kill millions of men, women, and children in his grief.Ā
He liked to think other people believed it too.
āI appreciate that,ā he replied, even if his nostrils flared briefly at the slip, at the almost utterance of our people. He understood, of course, that other powered people went through hardships just as often as mutants, but⦠Scott had been murdered in a park for trying to help children get to safety. He had been dodging slurs and insults since he was a child, had had fingers buried into the deepest parts of his mind, had had parts of him cut away little by little because of something that existed in his DNA that he couldnāt help, that heād had nothing to do with, that had been there since he was born and would be there after he died. He had to build an island for his people just to stop them being murdered in the streets. It was difficult to imagine an adequate comparison to that.Ā āBut I hope we wonāt need it.ā
Mentally kicking himself, Bruce tried for a disarming smile, Scottās demeanor changing somewhat drastically at his slip up. While he may not have been born with The HulkĀ on a technicality, heād been born with gamma in his blood, his fatherās work boiling over into his DNA and changing him irreparably. He knew that that same DNA was the only reason heād survived the bomb in the first place - the only reason heād survived the birth of Hulk - but did surviving mean living?
Bruce wrung his hands together idly, staring blankly at the manās obvious discomfort at his presence. The physicist had a way of doing that to people, he thought. Since he was a child, an actual genius from birth, never fitting into the shapes of normal childhood, heād had a way of making his being too big, too much.Ā āThatās always the hope, isnāt it?ā
Genosha was beautiful, in both its meaning and its physical presence. It was literally alive beneath their feet as their meaningless conversations passed through the oxygenated air around them. It seemed like such a simple thing - living.
Bruce finally met Scottās gaze from beneath the round rims of his glasses,Ā āIf it could be cured,ā He started, swallowing with a soft click,Ā āWould you want it to be?ā He didnāt know if he was asking for him, or if he was asking Scott directly, but he was sure the man would understand the meaning, would answer nonetheless.
immortalweaponā:
i think weapons are really just accessories. // @hulkout
Danny hated guns. In Kāun Lun, heād been trained in several disciplines of hand to hand combat. He knew how to take someone out a thousand ways with his hands alone, knew how to steal consciousness away from a grown man with a single punch or keep him from getting up with a well-placed kick. It wasnāt arrogant to claim that there were very few people Danny couldnāt take in one-on-one combat, because it was true.Ā
But guns made it hard to get close enough to try it.
Guns tended to send him crouching behind a dumpster with sweat dripping down his face, bandanna covering the lower half and hands clenched tightly into fists. Heād pulled a civilian down with him, but the guy didnāt seem scared. It was enough to make Danny nervous.Ā āItād be nice if they could accessorize without trying to shoot us,ā he commented, poking his head out from around the dumpster only to pull back when another bullet fired his way.Ā
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Bruce was never sure how he always managed to get himself into these kinds of situations. Ones where lead was shooting at a rapid rate toward his head and someone else had to cover for him without knowing that Bruce could actually take a bullet for them. Was it better for him morally to admit who he was to someone actively saving his life (or, they thought so anyway), or was it better to keep it secret, keep them safe from the Hulk?Ā
Pulling his watch out from under his jacket sleeve, Bruce twisted the dial on the side, a green shield surrounding them with a semi-transparent haze.Ā āNow, I know what youāre going to think when I say you canāt let me get shot, but Iām going to say it anyway. It is vital,ā Bruce says definitively,Ā āthat I donāt get hit.ā
Bruce nodded toward a more secluded cover behind the next building, eyes flickering back to the shooters, then to his newest companion,Ā āIt can typically take about 20 bullets. Good news? Theyāre pistols. Bad news? Theyāre pistols. You think we can make it?ā Statistically, he started in his mind...