radiation poisoning

H-hi, Bruce Banner. PhD. Can I help you at all? [ independent Bruce Banner roleplay. Multiverse and multiship. ] [ Check out the "about" and "important" pages down below when you hover over this before you interact. ]

[starkresilience]

Popcorn first. I can definitely do that. Butter and salt or are we going raw? 

{The laugh has him grinning widely and he nudges at Bruce lightly with his elbow.} 

You don’t want to pick the movie? Are you sure? I might pick a cartoon. Or a thriller. Or cheesy romance.

[radiasiya]

   I'm good with any three of those. Just choose something that you want to watch.

   [ His eyes went a little soft, wanting to say that he would likely just be watching Tony the entire time anyway. He would, too. ]

   Any type of popcorn works. Really, Tony.

[starkresilience]

You can even pick the movie and I’ll get popcorn if you say—

{He was still in the midst of convincing Bruce when he realized the affirmative answer. Tony lifted his head only to prop his chin against Bruce’s shoulder.} 

Yes? Yes. Okay, good. Popcorn first or cuddles? 

[radiasiya]

   [ Bruce laughed. He loved it when Tony jumped ahead of himself, it was cute. ]

   Popcorn first, then cuddles. And you can pick the movie.

[radiasiya]

starkresilience replied to your post:{Makes grumbling sounds as he leans his weight completely against Bruce's back.}

Let’s avoid going to the meeting. We can hide in the lab and cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. {He’s not moving from his spot at all, words muffled against the other man.}

   [ Honestly, cuddling and a movie sounded absolutely wonderful. He didn't want to go to the meeting any more than Tony did, so... ]

   Okay. Sure.

[radiasiya]

{Makes grumbling sounds as he leans his weight completely against Bruce's back.}

   Yeeees?

[vingthor-deactivated20180526]

     It’s not that simple — there’s no fucking bar exam.

[radiasiya]

   Well, I have time. If there's not a bar exam for something like that, then couldn't anyone be a god?

   Explain to me. Really, I want to know.

[starkresilience]

Is that a bad thing? 

{Because he definitely doesn’t think it is. What’s wrong with monopolizing someone who he considers important? Besides, Tony returns it all with his own attention and focus.}

Teavana, burger joint, and maybe one of those shops you like. 

Find me a kettle of my own and teach me how to make drinkable tea.

[radiasiya]

   Well--the kettle is just where you boil the water, not where you make the tea.

   [ He laughed softly, but shook his head. He'd have to go through the whole process with Tony probably six times over for him to finally get that the tea wasn't made in the kettle, and how to steep the tea, how to do such and such. Though, at the thought of it, Bruce didn't mind. He didn't mind helping Tony, he didn't mind teaching Tony, he didn't mind learning from Tony, and he definitely didn't mind loving the absolute hell out of him, either. ]

   No, that's not a bad thing. I was just saying.

[nomorethaniron-moved]

lingerie.

[nomorethaniron-moved]

   As Bruce knelt down, Tony let his bottom lip roll into his mouth. He watched him closely, wondered how he was going to react. A part of him didn’t want to know - the rest of him far too curious for his own good to make it stop. He didn’t even know if he wanted it to stop.

   But then his tracksuit pants were being pushed down and his teeth pressed into the flesh in his mouth, felt hands on his bare skin. His hands moved to Bruce’s hair, let them curl into the thick locks and held on with a small mixture of a smirk and a smile play on his features.

   ”You like ‘em?” He questioned, voice low, on the verge of cautious. The fact that he hadn’t said anything yet was unnerving, but Bruce hadn’t left - or tried to leave. That had to be… somewhat of a good side, right? Right. Or at least Tony assumed so, anyway. 

[radiasiya]

   He nodded his head. "Yeah," he whispered, "Yeah, they're... they're fucking perfect," he laughed softly before he let his nose touch Tony's thigh, slowly turning so he could nuzzle into the bulge in his shorts

   "Oh my god," Bruce hissed, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. He wanted to tease Tony, mouth at him, say something dirty, but... all he could get out was that. He could feel that he was getting hard in his underwear as well, and though his underwear weren't as great at Tony's underwear, they would definitely do. He let his hands wander over Tony's hips again before hooking under the sides of the underwear, looking up at Tony for permission.

[ironinmyspine-archive]

saudade // closed.

[ironinmyspine-archive]

Tony relaxed into Bruce’s arms, for a moment just breathing in his familiar earthy scent. Tony wondered about all the things that Bruce had seen, the places he had been, where he’d stayed, if he had been safe - it wasn’t new though, that constant concern. To say that Bruce was always on his mind was fairly close to the truth, it was only a slight exaggeration. Tony constantly worried about him, but then Tony had always been over protective. 

Tony almost made a sound somewhere close to a whine when Bruce pulled away but he swallowed the sound up, his smile a little sentimental as Bruce just looked at him - not really releasing him, more just taking in all the subtle changes in his appearance. He was still in decent shape, and the closer he got to fifty the more he noticed old wounds that ached from time to time, but it wasn’t enough to hinder him. Tony’s smile softened a bit when he saw the tears standing in Bruce’s eyes and he had to sudden urge to kiss the man. That….that would probably be too much. He’d left once already, and Tony wanted to keep him there as much as possible.

"Can’t stay perfect forever," He admitted, eyes closing briefly at the contact as Bruce touched his hair. Before he opened his eyes again Bruce had pulled him back into a hug and Tony nuzzled into the embrace. It had been….well, months since anyone had touched him. He’d built his walls and kept them up and people just let it happen. They didn’t fight him on it. "Where did you go?" He asked, though he suspected the answer. He had always seen that glimmer in Bruce’s eyes when they talked about India, the places that Bruce had lived and worked in - all the good he’d done. Tony had been jealous, he’d been selfish and he’d wanted to keep the man to himself. It hadn’t worked though, thanks to Tony’s stubbornness.

A little shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed back a sigh. He hadn’t thought he’d get this chance again, not to have Bruce near or be able to touch and hold the man again. “I was scared I wouldn’t see you again,” He admitted in a voice that was too vulnerable for his liking, too honest and too real. Even if he’d managed it with everyone else he couldn’t hide the truth from Bruce. The man had always seen right through him.

[radiasiya]

   When Bruce imagined Tony old and weary, he thought of the man having shaved his beard so it was just a moustache left, like the pictures of his dad that sometimes were glanced at in the hallways of the tower. He expected him to have shorter hair, a leaner body, more like super villain than a super hero.

   Perfection, though, was just what Tony was. He didn't have to be young or old or any size, he just was perfect. Seeing Tony soften made his heart melt, and he wanted nothing but to pour it out and sob into Tony's shoulder, telling him what amazing things happened, how many lives he had saved. He wanted to tell Tony everything, about the life he lived there, the woman he had met and how she had died, how he had gone without incident for over four years--

   Everything. He wanted to tell Tony everything.

   He pulled back and cleared his throat, bringing his palms up to his eyes and wiping away tears with a small laugh. "Well, I'm here. I'm really here. And you're here--" Bruce wasn't going to say that he thought that Tony would have died of liver failure from all of his drinking, maybe since he didn't have any heirs that he knew of, he would have made a will that left all his things to Pepper, a cousin, maybe sell it all. Bruce thought he would come back to nothing but an empty tower where the Avengers used to stay, but instead he found his friend. His best friend.

   "--Look at you!" he repeated himself. "You're not... you're okay. You're fucking okay." Again, tears sprung up in his eyes before he shook his head and wiped them away again. "I don't know about you, but I could go for some American coffee. I've been living off stuff that tastes like dirt with no sugar--can you believe that?"

[thefairytalecliche-deactivated2]

Breaking and Brunching

[thefairytalecliche-deactivated2]

He wasn’t wrong. The omelet bar in the building they parked outside of was symbolic of more to her, what she wasn’t completely sure, she had a good idea though. 

"Do you ever feel like they’re just using us to further themselves? Because I do. More and more everyday I think they are just using me for whatever new weapon or preventive measure they want to take next. Before the Aether my research didn’t even matter to them and now… . now they want to help me?" 

[radiasiya]

   "I knew it wasn't about the omelets."

   Bruce sighed, listening to her intently. He sunk down in his seat at the same, time so only his shoulderblades touched the back, the rest of him being slouched so severely that his knees were hiding under the dashboard. He hoped Jane wouldn't get into an accident or anything while he was in this position. Breaking his legs wouldn't be a very nice thing, even if soon after he would turn into the giant green rage monster that he was trying to work with and his legs would be better again, but...

   He closed his eyes and tried not to think about what scenarios would pop out if they got into an accident.

   "They're an undercover agency, they're always trying to screw other people over sot hat they can further themselves. They work with and against aliens like your boyfriend, they have to further themselves."

[ubiec-archives]

                      —— “Mmmm.”

                                                                                  [Loki hummed lightly at seeing the other blush, and shrugged lightly at the others words. As much as Loki seemed like he should be an ass-hole, it was actually a fact that he /hated/ being rude to people and in the end, if he was, the guilt would attack him full forced. It was Sad, but at least it meant Loki wasn’t heartless.]

                                                                  “So, Dr. Banner. I am curious. Do you believe your friend… Hulk Is a mindless being who just likes to smash things, or do you think he thinks before he does something like such, hmm?” [A pause.] “He is, after all, just a very big green man with anger issues, is he not?”

[radiasiya]

   [ The words entered his ears but they got jumbled up somewhere in the middle, or at least that's what he thought they did. Did Loki just suggest that the Hulk was sentient? Well, he was sentient in the form of rage, but he was... he was a lesser person. He had no right and wrong, that was Bruce inside of him, being caged in a giant ball of muscle and power, something he wasn't used to, and then hearing the blurry words of someone he liked, someone he didn't want to hurt. He was the Hulk's conscience, Hulk didn't have one other than him. ]

   There's a possibility that the Hulk might have some intelligence, but not much. You haven't met him before, he speaks like a three year old. He goes through... fits. Rage fits, where he just hurts whoever's in his way. It's the sentience of a child--cause and effect, not morality.

[vingthor-deactivated20180526]

      Strength and magic does not a god make.

[radiasiya]

   Then what does a god make?

[starkresilience]

Then take the Buick. It’s not even like I drive it out often enough or anything. 

{He usually opts for something a little showier. Like the nicely polished Ferrari. Occasionally the Porsche. Once upon a time, the Lamborghini.}

  To the garage then. Chop, chop—we need to get there before it gets busy. I intend to monopolize all their time and buy you things. 

We should also stop by a burger place afterwards.

[radiasiya]

   You monopolize everything you touch, sometimes not even intentionally. 

   [ Like Bruce himself, all of his time, his friendship, his... well, his love, too, but Bruce wouldn't admit that out loud. ]

   Teavana, then burger joint. Okay, we can do that.

[radiasiya]

"Knock Knock."

Send me “Knock knock” and I’ll generate a number 1-20.

Your number: 11.

  11. My character walking in on yours waiting in bed for them.

   He really thought it was Tony who was going to come in. Really, it wasn't Loki or his fault, it was Tony's for not appearing on time. He was in the lab, dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts and slippers (the floor was quite cold), and when he heard the door starting to open, he leaned over and touched the floor, as if picking up something, showing off his rear to whoever came in.

   What he was not expecting was the small squeak the teen made when Bruce leaned over. That was not a sound that Tony Stark made. Bruce got up quickly, turned around, eyes wide as tea plates. "Loki--" he gasped, "I was--you're--"

   He quickly rushed behind a table and ducked behind it, only his head poking out from where it was. "Are... you in need of anything?"

[radiasiya]

knock knock

Send me "Knock knock" and I'll generate a number 1-20.

Your number: 10.

    10. My character walking in on yours being attacked by a masked assailant.

   Good lord it was frightening to be in a room where someone was being attacked. It was like all the lights shut off on his head as he took the masked stranger by the back of his neck and pulled him off of Darcy once he had gotten close enough, bringing him to the floor and knocking him out with one fist to the side of his head.

   Sitting on his chest, he panted hard, looking back at Darcy, who was beaten and bruised all over, and he wondered what could have caused something like this, who would want her of all people dead.

   "Are you okay?" he asked softly. When he got a nod in return as well as her folding in on herself with tears running down her face, Bruce got up and told JARVIS to get a police officer or Thor or someone in to Darcy's room to take the guy away. He wrapped his arms around Darcy's shoulders and held her close, letting her cry into his shoulder. "It's okay," he murmured, "it's okay, no one will hurt you now."

[inboxideas]

Put "Knock Knock" in my ask

I’ll use a random number generator and respond to…

1. My character walking in on yours naked. 2. My character walking in on yours on the toilet. 3. My character walking in on yours having a tea party with stuffed animals. 4. My character walking in on yours in the shower. 5. My character walking in on yours waking from a nightmare. 6. My character walking in on yours kissing a stranger. 7. My character walking in on yours making a shady transaction. 8. My character walking in on yours in a revealing costume. 9. My character walking in on yours in bed with someone. 10. My character walking in on yours being attacked by a masked assailant. 11. My character walking in on yours waiting in bed for them. 12. My character walking in on yours singing at the top of their lungs. 13. My character walking in on yours watching pornography. 14. My character walking in on yours in the middle of a mental breakdown. 15. My character walking in on yours piss drunk. 16. My character walking in on yours having a heart attack. 17. My character walking in on yours having an embarrassing fall. 18. My character walking in on yours throwing up. 19. My character walking in on yours masturbating. 20. My character walking in on yours… [mun’s choice]

[vingthor-deactivated20180526]

        Yeah, I remember — you told me about that.                  The Avengers. With your buddy Thor the god.

[radiasiya]

   Which, that was my next topic of business. Why do you say he's not a god?

   I mean, I suppose he's an alien, not a god, but he's really--really strong. And the whole magic things still gets me.

[vingthor-deactivated20180526]

                No.

       [ must have been off-realm or something. ]

           The fuck did y — he — do to get ‘imself on the news?

[radiasiya]

   Well, I'm in the group called the Avengers, and... well, he's not so friendly to everything as I am. Usually how they describe us saving the day is "smashing," and not in the good sense.