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The Rageful Ones

He could hear them all practicing from all the way across the base. The sounds of sparring and running echoed inside the large building, traveled all the way down the hallways. There were plenty of rooms that were soundproof, but Bruce wasn’t standing in any of them. He seldom participated in any of the training sessions, and when he did, it usually wasn’t one of the sessions that took place indoors.

Deciding to look in on the session, he walked down the hallway towards the noises. He heard a few more voices than usual, and raised a brow in response. Occasionally the X-Men came by to train with some of the Avengers, but he didn’t know that they were stopping by today in particular. He rarely spoke to any of them, but figured that he might as well stop by. There was no harm in making a few new friends.

As he entered the room, he glanced over to the various X-Men. The training session appeared to be just ending, since the teams were no longer sparring- just talking. Steve Rogers still seemed to be coaching a few of the younger X-Men, and appeared occupied. Unsure if he wanted to approach anyone just yet, Bruce settled for standing by the door with hands in his pockets.

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Disappearing Act

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Bruce had always had a habit of disappearing, which technically made him very bad at it. If he was any good at it, he would have never tried to disappear more than once. It seemed that every time he left SHIELD, the government, or anything else, they always found him again. And he somehow still returned, even if he was unsure about it.

After his last disappearing act, he had returned to the Avengers once more. The tension that had been present during the battles against Ultron had only been growing. The the team outwardly appeared strong, the disagreements among them still remained. Those issues compounded with the events at Johannesburg all weighed heavily on Bruce’s mind. He had half a mind to step away from it all.

The strings of unfortunate events had led to him to a decision (or at the very least, an idea.) He made his way over to where he knew Tony would be working in the lab. He might be able to provide some insight, or maybe even convince him that his idea wasn’t worth it. Either way, he needed to talk. 

Bruce stepped through the door, and glanced over to some of the mechanical parts lying on one of the lab tables. He then looked over to Tony, and smiled slightly. At the most, he might even be able to convince me to stay.