Dr. Robert Banner

'Remember this, puny humans. We came here for justice, not murder. So no one on your planet has died by our hands. And no one will. But we'll make sure no one on Earth will ever forget what you are. Liars. Traitors. And killers.' I'm just a runner, doing what I do best.

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[seething-nerve]

     her lips pursed, looking up at him. “ oh, c’mon, banner. don’t be a party pooper. it’ll just be a little deflating. no one would even notice. ”

“Not so much a party pooper as I am... overly-protective of my big-headed dog,” Bruce admitted.

“How do you... you know who I am, then?”

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        FOR ONCE, TONY WAS SILENT. anything he had to say was trapped in his throat after catching a glimpse of a striking shade in his friend’s eyes. okay, he’d obviously clipped a nerve. a large, unstable, unpleasant nerve. tony glanced around, though only to make sure that no form of authority was flocking over, that no hands were slipping into pockets.

“hey,” tony began, attempting to keep his voice soft though it certainly wasn’t void of concern. “we can go somewhere else. you really could come back to my place. we’re totally pet friendly. or, i mean–i won’t ask bad questions. well, i won’t make any promises that i won’t but—” he probably sounded too desperate; too clingy or emotional. certainly none of the qualities that he was proud of. but this was bruce, and shit tony would be damned if he let someone he cared about slip through his fingers again.

“hey–” he murmured, stepping into bruce’s path. he was momentarily relieved that his voice was a bit steadier this time around. “hey, don’t run away again.”

Bruce came so close to escaping. He actually thought Tony would stay quiet and just let him go, as foolish and naive as that was. He should have known the engineer better than that. But, lately, he didn’t even know himself-- let alone those he once could claim to be close to.

His eyes darted from side to side, panic clearly behind his eyes and his body tense. Bear was worried, but rather than barking, growling, or doing something that would bring attention to them. The dog just stood at his side and licked his hand in a comforting gesture.

What Tony offered was... well, it was foolish. Bruce wasn’t the same as the last time they’d spoke. Tony should have seen that seconds ago, yet, here the man is offering to take him to the tower again. What other choice did he have, really, though? Go back to his shitty apartment and enjoy his minor (major) panic attack? As fun as that sounded...

“I --” he spluttered at first. “Yeah... yeah, okay,” he responded softly. As nervous as he was, no doubt Bear would be excited once they arrived.

[seething-nerve]

         HAD BRUCE ALWAYS HAD A DOG? tony wasn’t actually sure, but he quickly concluded that he wasn’t a fan of his friend’s new companion. he managed a scoff, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to appear put out.

“i don’t see why not. i mean, sure things were a bit rocky and some weird stuff went down, but – if you haven’t noticed, weird stuff always goes down. not to make this a motivational speech or anything, but we carry on. we don’t run to the bahamas – is that where you went? that’s where i would have gone. if i had run away. which, just to be clear, i DIDN’T.” he quirked an eyebrow, lips pursed impatiently before a sigh passed through them.

“but seriously,” he began, leaning forward a bit; humor gone and replaced with rare sincerity. “where did you go? what the hell were you doing? were you in, like, india again or something? because you could have sent a postcard.”

Bruce fingers eventually left the dog’s fur and clenched together in a fist tight enough to turn his knuckles white. When he was questioned on his whereabouts for the last year, at first, memories of Ross were fresh in his mind. Waking up in that operating room. Coming in and out of consciousness for minutes at a time.

Then a few memories popped up of Sakaar, ultimately flashing to the bomb going off. His vision went white as he came back to reality and Bear began whining at the tense vibes he was getting off the scientist. “India... a postcard...” he said to himself with a chuckle. His tone was a little more hoarse than normally. Like he might be coming down with a cold. Then, his eyes shot up to Tony and flashed green.

“Where did I go?” he found himself roaring. It caught some attention of those around them and caused Bear to bark to snap him back to reality.

Bruce sat back in his chair and seemed out of breath for a moment. “I have to go, I can’t be here,” he admitted. “It was a mistake-- I shouldn’t have...” he found himself stammering as he stood and gathered his few textbooks and his coffee in shaky hands.

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    her lips pursed as daisy checked his statement, finding it to be true as she made herself comfortable. the more you knew. “  ah, i didn’t even look. thanks for the tip. ”

     “ i don’t know, he kinda rocks the big head, though. it fits with his name, really. but if you want me to shoot his ego down, i can do that too; i’m a multitalented woman. ”

Bruce picked up his coffee to finish the last few drops. “You could deflate his head a little, but then I’d get mad. This is a lose-lose situation, honestly.”

[seething-nerve]

“yeah, well, i ain’t considered no price a’kindness myself, so really ya shouldn’t be exceptin’ anything other than rude comin’ outta me,” rocket said offhandedly, having clambered up onto the chair, standing on it to match banner’s height. “ain’t everyone out there lookin’ for ya? don’t seem to hard to find, considerin’s i just found ya here, readin’ a book,” rocket said, his nose crinkling in distaste. “of all the things you could be doin’…” he glanced at the dog by bruce’s side, ears flattening in annoyance. he didn’t like dogs, but if he were honest, he vastly preferred them to cats.

Bruce looked up at the strange accent and his lips fell into a frown. A raccoon. No, no, a talking raccoon. Maybe they’d gotten it right when they threw him into that mental asylum as a teenager. He would give them a call, but he believed in self-diagnosing, and he decided this might be normal for your everyday goddamn Avenger.

“Be careful, he eats anything smaller than him,” Bruce offered as he gave Bear a pet, settling the large dog at his side.

“Humor me. Why would everyone be looking for me? I haven’t broken anything on this...” fucking useless, waste of space planet. “Country in months."

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[seething-nerve]

"I wanna die. I wanna burn into nothing.  But with your bomb, you just made me stronger.  The strongest one there is.”

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[seething-nerve]

“I’m naked and I have no idea where I am... So, just a regular Wednesday.”

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what about all the damage and lives youtook as hulk?

"I didn't... They..."

"Did it ever come across that empty head of yours that those puny humans deserved it?" he asked in a coarse tone.

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if you could go back so you could never be the hulk again, would you do it?

"I'm not so mad about the Hulk these days. He's quiet in my head for now."

"Besides, that's an unfair question to ask. If I hadn't done what I did, a young man would be dead and I... I can't think about this right."

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are you a monster

"Some months ago, I could have answered this easily. 'No, I'm not a monster. The other guy is, I'm not him'."

"Now... I don't know anymore."

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“… Curiosity, more than anything, I think. And I was in need of a break; I’ve heard a variety of different opinions on this country – this city especially, but figured I’d be better off seeing formyself… So to speak.” Reader smiled wryly, fingers drumming lightly upon the surface between them. “What subject do you teach – or would you teach, I suppose??”

“Well, I’ll give that to you. America and... New York, especially, are... a different breed.” Bruce claimed softly. It was hard to tell if he said that in a good way or a bad way. “Physics, I suppose. It seems a lot of people fail that course over semesters and opt to take it during the summer. I wouldn’t really be teaching it. A few lectures and helping the actual professor of the course with whatever he may need.”

[seething-nerve]

“Not that I’m aware of?? I’m actually from Greenland, and I don’t really know where I got the name Forey from – most likely a book.” He chuckled, lifting both shoulders in an idle shrug. “Ah, good. What are you reading??”

“Greenland, I see. And, what brings you here?” Bruce asked curiously. He couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d gotten to sit down and have a conversation. It was... nice. He sat back in his chair and managed a small smile. “It’s a coursebook for the community college nearby, I was thinking about helping out with a few summer classes there.”