[mcnstcrinside]

@thundrgcd sent:  “Hi! We’re having a party for no reason.”

Bruce’s eyes go wide as Thor is standing at his door, “oh, uh-- Thor--” but as h e looks around, there is not a crowd with the man, and of course he doesn’t have the easiest time saying no to a grinning thor, so he steps aside to let the god in, “well, alright, we can do that,” he sighs with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, “come on in, buddy.”

[mcnstcrinside]

ofgerrys‌:

“Uncle Bruce?” caught off guard at first. Gerry, very obviously, was not in a good place. He was stumbling walking back from the bar at eleven on a Monday evening. He squinted his eyes, yep, it was Bruce. Bruce. Not Uncle Bruce. He was an adult now. “Ah, this is pretty early for me these days.” he folded his arms. Gerry, was pretty far gone. He was functioning most days, but today he had gotten started early. “I think I’m going home though, like, my moms’ house, home. It’s a closer walk.” He pauses. “I don’t know where they are. Space, probably. Wherever the Kree live. Kree-land. Hey, are they still at it with the Skrulls?” he scratches his head. Of course they were, Gerry, ya idiot. “Home’s that way. I know, I’m a SHIELD agent. Used to be, anyway.” He points in the correct direction. “It was good seeing ya Unc- Bruce. Bruce.”

Bruce's smile seemed to have his affection melted onto it at Gerry called him Uncle, and would never think to correct him. In fact the older man put a solid arm around the other-- not too forceful, but a sign he wasn't about to go anywhere, "an early night is never a bad idea, feel free to call me an old man, but I stand by it. I haven't been to your moms' in a while, let's go," and without skipping a beat, he begins walking them that way, "Hala? Oh, the Kree and the Skrulls are always at it, let's be honest," he chuckles, keeping things light, "hey, I've known plenty of SHIELD agents to take a break, there's plenty of time to get back out there. You don't think you're getting rid of me that easy, huh? Nope, we're going back to your mom's, like you said," and making sure you're safe in bed, with a bucket next to you and enough water to at least try to put a dent in that hangover, though surely it was a little late now.

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girlcfiron‌:

she has to resist protesting with words along the lines of “ do i really have to ? ” or “ i don’t wanna, ” wanting to preserve some of her dignity. she couldn’t reduce herself to a whiny kid. she sighs, giving bruce a look as she sits up and does as he says. truthfully, she’s thankful he’s around. so many of her friends and classmates had grown up with only one parent, or none at all, and here she was with four adults who were happy to claim them as her own. hell, five, if you counted steve. it made her feel even worse about fucking up so bad. but still, she was grateful. ❝ i’m fine. ❞ she doesn’t know why she even bothers lying, but the words are almost a reflex, a sort of shield against prodding questions. finally, she grabs the fork he set out for her and pokes the food, bringing a small bite to her mouth. ❝ thanks. ❞

the look he gives her is gentle, grateful once she sits down. He doesn't bother to argue, saying she is certainly not fine, that it was so obvious to him that there were things piled up inside that needed to come out. He resists the urge to baby her, though to him she is still a child that he wants to protect, in reality he knows she is far from a child anymore. She's a very real adult, that made a very real mistake, and that was never the easiest thing to deal with. "You're doing well, you know. I'm proud of you," and though it's a gentle statement, there is a firmness to it, one that comes with dealing with recovery and relapse more than anyone would care to. Bruce knew after years of study ( and perhaps after a few times cleaning up Tony as well ) that they were dealing with a sickness. he continued, not making solid consistent eye contact as they ate, though still getting a feel for how to handle this with her, “I’m... not sure if you want to hear that, so I won’t go there if you don’t want me to, but I am, Alli.” 

[mcnstcrinside]

bruce as COSMO BROWN

“What's the first thing an actor learns? "The show must go on!' Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show MUST go on!“

ft. @rcdshvlk as kathy selden & @posionhearted as don lockwood

[danielthorson]

“I just need to sit down for a few minutes and I’ll be good to go,” Daniel explained with a laugh as he took a seat on a conveniently placed booth, gently placing Mjolnir next to him. “I’m not sure how dad does this,” he sighed, “It’s only been a couple of hours and I’m already exhausted,” he continued, allowing a small sigh to escape from his lips. “And if one more person asks for a picture, I might smash their camera,” he continued, this time adding a small laugh to his sentence. 

[mcnstcrinside]

“that’s alright,” Bruce happily sits next to the boy, and he can’t help his proud smile at seeing Thor’s hammer be carried by the God’s son. it was a big deal, and bruce couldn’t deny that he got a little excited at the idea of the next generation of Avengers. even if that wasn’t the end goal, it was truthfully just impressive to see Mjolnir with someone other than Thor, “my guess is it has a lot to do with the whole,” he waves around in the air vaguely, “super god thing. also, what else does thousands of years of muscle toning get you?” he can’t help the chuckle, “i won’t tell anyone if you do. sometimes, you gotta smash.”

[mcnstcrinside]

he couldn’t help but follow the music he heard, smiling as soon as he heard the Ramones echoing. to end up finding a kid that looked like he’d have been best friends with Bruce himself had he been younger is a little surprising, but doesn’t stop bruce from making his presence known, “now you have a good taste in music, I have to give you that.” [ @teddybrocks ]

[mcnstcrinside]

“you know, I can’t help but laugh a little when people tell me Tony is the intimidating Avenger,” Bruce chuckles with his friend, “I mean, the Big Guy aside, you have wings, Cap and Buck have the history, Nat and Bobbi could both drop a guy with a wrong look,” he shrugs a little, “also, seeing Tony in slippers is probably the quickest way to soften him up in anyone’s eyes.” he chuckles, sipping his root beer before tilting his head, “who would you say is the most intimidating, huh? for science, of course.” [ @cfsamwilson ]

[mcnstcrinside]

“good morning, but don’t--” and before he could finish his sentence, a large sneeze wracked Bruce’s body. he sighs before continuing, sniffling a bit, hugging the red blanket he had draped over himself closer “don’t get too close.” he smiles, even if it’s vastly unconvincing, “what’s on the schedule for today for you, hmm?” he hums before coughing into the blanket.  [ @ofstcrk ] 

[mcnstcrinside]

“excuse me-- uh, this may be a little weird but--” Bruce offered the bag of donuts that the cashier had been so intent on getting rid of... and how could Bruce say no to free donuts? surely someone would want some, “the donut shop around the corner was closing and decided to offload some excess stock... want a donut?” [ @ofempyreans ]

[mcnstcrinside]

“do you think you’e going to audition for the musical when it comes around?” Bruce quizzed Jake as he set down some chips and salsa-- a stash he kept in the lab’s mini fridge for when he got hungry. the lab table was clear of all projects now, and Bruce was happy to just be doing some easy grading now. [ @scldiercn ]

[mcnstcrinside]

his stop by the hospital had been quick, looking for a particular doctor to speak with about the project they’d been working on. on his way out, he was happy enough to see a familiar face, and quickens his pace to catch up with her, speaking from behind before he appeared at her side in an attempt not to startle her, “sofia, is that you? I’m glad I saw you, how’s your work at the hospital going?” [ @sofstrange ]

[mcnstcrinside]

“careful! careful,” Bruce darts over to the lab table, “careful, things on this table are a bit unstable. i don’t want too much wind to ruffle anything,” but, there is a smile on his face. his scolding is gentle, not really holding much scolding in it, “everything alright, Tommy?” [ @feelthestcrm ]

[mcnstcrinside]

“ah-- Gerry,” Bruce could smell the booze before he reached the young man, patting him on the back, “you’re out late. have a good night star gazing?” not that he actually needed an explanation. Bruce certainly wasn’t about to leave his friend’s child out drunk, so he already was mentally preparing to get him home. [ @ofgerrys ]

[mcnstcrinside]

svmnium‌:

it was supposed to be a relatively fun experiment. tye’s interests were mainly environmental & biological sciences but just about any form of science peeked his interests. and it was supposed to be fun. easy going. nothing dangerous. but things always seemed to go wrong around tye , he assumed that it was just natural for things to blow up and go wrong. he was just waiting for the experiment to take effect when it caught on fire instead. “ uhm , i don’t think it’s , uh , supposed to do that ? “ he took a few steps back and was about to head towards the fire extinguisher but bruce had grabbed him before he even had the chance to. he just wanted to help. but he didn’t argue , he had next to no experience with experiments gone wrong.

Bruce rushes to extinguish the fire, and is suddenly very aware of his heart pounding. whereas he could feel that they would all be fine, he focuses a few moments on just his breath, getting it under control. with Tye next to him, he’s suddenly thankful of his years of control, as even the vague idea of explaining to his daughter that he hulked out in front of her boyfriend... simply not something he wanted to do, ever. a few more breaths after the fire is extinguished, simply in silence, he puts it down on the counter, letting out a long sigh, “well then,” he manages a weak smile, scratching the back of his neck, “that didn’t go well.”

[rcdshvlk]

❛ when true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice ❜ — @posionhearted + @mcnstcrinside !!

betty was so lucky to be alive and in love. truly, deeply, completely submerged in this all-powerful feeling for the two people who had been beside her for her entire life. she felt so fortunate to be with them. without obstacles, without fear. finally, they could be openly, and unapologetically together. ❝ i didn’t know you were considering a career in poetry now, ❞ she teased. ❝ but you’re absolutely right. ❞ falling in love with both bruce and tony demanded a complete surrender. rational thought, something the scientist was known for, was out of the equation. this was something else. ❝ when it comes to our feelings we don’t have a say in the matter. ❞ the redhead glanced at bruce, her best friend, husband, widower. an excited glint in her eye, voice steady as she wasn’t the slightest bit nervous. ❝ we do have a choice to make. or, well, you do, tony. ❞

[mcnstcrinside]

bruce squinted in thought a moment, “have i heard that somewhere?” he teases, though a rather bashful smile spread across his face. it has taken a lot to get to this point for bruce, so openly expressing all these feelings he was now certain were present, and not only for betty. between the two of them, he wrapped an arm around each’s waist, looking between them, meeting betty’s eyes, letting his eyes rest on tony after betty finishes. he tilts his head a little, eyebrows raised in curiosity, though a firm hand also on tony’s back, reassurance where he was sure it was needed, “there are a lot of good reasons to make this official, what do you think?” [ @posionhearted ]

[mcnstcrinside]

ofstcrk‌:

“really?” he questions, all doubtful tone and cocked eyebrow. “okay, i guess i can see it you two trying.” knowing the two men ( his father specially ), it did sound plausible enough. more than that, actually. “but we’re talking about 20th-century pranks here, right? that shit doesn’t work anymore, uncle b. if this was a prank war you guys wouldn’t have a chance,” he scoffs, unwilling to even entertain the idea. “family doesn’t keep secrets from family, uncle bruce,” he admonishes playfully. 

“really,” he confirmed, a rather cocky smirk on his face now, throwing a fair bit of sass in there for good measure, “excuse me, leo stark, did you suggest your father used technology that matched the decade?” bruce laughed at that idea, “you’d be toast, kid,” he mimics some bad accent, not thinking too hard on the state of his office with leo around. “even if i did share, do you think you could understand mixes of advanced gamma radiation research, nuclear effects, such and such? nope, my plans of a... massive hulk army will stay under lock and key.”

[mcnstcrinside]

[ @girlcfiron ]

“eat, alli,” it’s as close to admonishment he’s likely to get while she’s in the place she’s in, firm words for someone that needs to take care of themselves is all. he digs in anyway, purposefully laying out food on a plate for her, some overly-expensive italian restaurant in bruce’s eyes, but he stopped saying anything about that around his family a while ago now. he offers her a soft smile, gesturing at the chair, “sit and eat. you’re shaking. please.” his voice was gentle, and he marveled for a moment how different it was, taking care of his father and taking care of alli. bruce absolutely intended on keeping it this way