Light the Fuse || Shae & Bruce
"Shae... You're looking... particularly angry," Bruce said, frowning ever so slightly and pushing himself away from his lab bench, standing to greet the agent as she entered his space. With a wave of his hand, he minimized the holographic blueprint images he had been studying, and carefully put down the screwdriver he'd been holding. His dark eyes briefly flicked towards the small, twelve sided metal cube on the table between them, but beyond that his expression was completely unreadable.
He had, of course, been waiting for this. Been waiting ever since the moment the idea had first pushed its way into his head. Someone was, as always, invariably watching. That was SHIELD's way. Observe, neutralize, pray you've avoided a conflict, and sit back wringing your hands when conflict invariably turned up. 'Phase two,' the physicist thought to himself, amused. 'Neutralize.' At least it was Shae. It had been hours since Bruce had slept last, possibly days--he could never tell anymore--and at least Shae usually had enough tact to know when she'd managed to push something too far. And she listened. Sort of. Even when she didn't really want to be, she at least tried to be diplomatic.
The scientist smiled broadly at the dark haired woman, and tilted his head to one side. "So! Come to see my brain-child? Or did you just miss me? I heard about your-..." he faltered, bit his lip, and then fixed his eyes on hers, concerned. "... I am sorry. About... what happened. How are you feeling?"
