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★★★★★★

- Liam is slightly claustrophobic. He get's uncomfortable in small rooms if he's alone. He's not bothered so much in tight trains, but if he's in a really small office without windows, he gets really nervous and fidgety.

-Liam gets headaches very often. Migraines are usually what bothers him. 

-Liam hates the summer because of his penchant for wearing jackets, scarves and long sleeved shirts and jeans. He really doesn't like the idea of taking any of those articles of clothing off unless he's home. 

- That being said, Liam really loves the beach. He enjoys going into the sand. It's probably the only place aside from his house where he'll willingly be shirtless. Of course, that's only if someone else is with him. If alone, the most he'll do is wear shorts with a long sleeved shirt and sit in the sand for a while.

-Liam gets sick a lot--not necessarily from an actual virus, but from the heat, from migraines, from lack of sleep and generally not taking care of himself. 

-Liam can drive a car, oddly enough. But when he does, he's always on edge with his hands white knuckled on the steering wheel. It's best not talk to him. He can only drive for twenty minutes to an hour before he has to pull over and get out.

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Run!

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The closet where he had hid reminded him too much of his childhood, the darkness overbearing and the four walls closing in. There was the sound of thunderous footsteps, of furniture and walls breaking under fist. Liam shut his eyes tightly, wondering knowing that if he made a sound, if he left this claustrophobic inducing closet he might end up dead. It was his fault anyway--it had to be somehow. Fingers clutched at the doorknob, ear pressed up against the wood to listen to the noise just outside. Heavy breathing was loud and close. His heart was hammering in his chest. If he knew how to do something with his ability perhaps it would help, but right now he was left utter darkness. He opened his eyes, lungs holding onto breath for one instant when suddenly the ground beneath him shifted and he was no longer pressed up against the door, but face down on concrete. He scrambled to his feet and from within the darkness that was the alleyway he could see a large gargantuan shadow, taking in large heavy gulps of air. Liam swallowed, staring at the shadow until he noted a flash of green eyes, and a deafening roar broke his stupor. He pivoted, but tripped over his feet, slamming hard into the pavement and The Hulk--Bruce, his alter ego, his personality disorder manifested-- "Puny human." 

His eyes widened, lips trembling as he parted them to shout--

Only his eyes blinked awake to stare up at a white ceiling. He trembled, wiping sweat off his broke from the vestiges of the nightmare. Liam shook his head, sighing and leaned back into the pillows. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

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moving

Unknown to most people, Liam could actually drive. He had a license and he renewed it every time he needed to at the nearby DMV. He didn't have a reason for even having a driver's license seeing as he didn't own a car and never planned on owning one. However it was useful to know how to drive, and therefore he had learned, with a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. That was how he had gotten a moving van in front of the building despite the fact that he could have easily asked a certain mischief god to drive it for him. But he was being stubborn, and wanted to get everything done with the least amount of help as possible. At least until he had to get the boxes out of the apartment and into the back of the truck. He would have had the help of two other people instead of one had he not asked his roommate to go wrap-up some loose ends with potential buyers of some pieces of furniture Liam no longer wanted. So, once he had parked and calmed down a bit, Liam called up a certain scientist to enlist his help in loading up the van. 

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Goodbye

Death was something inevitable that humans had to live with. They were born, they lived and then they died. It was how the universe had made them, and how life had been from the very beginning of man. It didn’t make it any easier when someone left the Earth, when they gave their body back to the planet that had given them life. Liam stood at the edge of the burial site, watching the casket lowered into the six foot hole they had dug. There were quite a few people offering platitudes to the four standing across the hole from the brunet, saying things like how good a man he was, and how he would be missed. But they were all people who had been afraid, their words meaningless and Liam could hear the truth beneath their words even as they spoke them. They hadn’t known Bruce Banner, hadn’t known the reclusive scientist whose world was a heavy weight on his shoulders, who was always blaming himself, who was always trying to redeem himself. They didn’t know the look of utter disapproval when a person he actually cared about did something stupid, or the scolding tone he took, or the way he gave that slight smirk when someone said something stupid. They didn’t know how many stupid jokes and riddles didn’t make him laugh, and the one or two that did. They didn’t know him as a human being, they knew him as the man that carried a monster inside him, ready to destroy the next person in his way. 

Liam had never really known that side of him; perhaps he hadn’t known anything about him at all. He had never known the Hulk. He only knew how much Bruce had despised “the other guy” and how hard he tried to get rid of him. Liam knew that was what had caused this death, that he had succeeded but at the cost of his life. He wondered if in his last moments he was glad that he could finally rest or if he had been frightened of what would await him on the other side of that abyss. Liam stared blankly at the dirt as it was piled on top of that black casket, faintly having heard the sounds of voices saying their last words—Tony’s choked up joke, Steve’s heavy words, and the other’s quiet tones as well as he was a great warrior. He felt the grief acutely instead, like a vice grip that took hold of his lungs making it hard to breathe.

The lab back at Stark Tower would be empty. The coffee pot would be filled with nothing but black dregs. There would be several post-it notes on the table that Bruce would never read. He’d never get to shake his head as he glanced at them before throwing them in the garbage. Liam would never be able to barge into the lab and take coffee without asking. He wouldn’t be able to take a seat in one of the chairs when he was having a bad day and just watch Bruce work since that always had a calming effect on him. He would never be able to sketch out a drawing of the man when he wasn’t looking—his sketchbook had quite a few but he had always liked drawing him anyway. He’d put one of the charcoal drawings in the casket. Liam knew he would still walk into the lab tomorrow morning, like clockwork, out of habit and remember that Bruce wasn’t there anymore. He knew he was going to take a seat in one of the chairs and randomly mess with whatever the man had been working on before his untimely death. He knew that he was going to swallow back tears and hide himself beneath the one of the work desks like a child. Liam already missed him. Taking a deep breath he raised a hand to his eyes, wiping away gathering moisture.

“Goodbye, Bruce. I hope you’re happy wherever you are.”