plotted starter for @reassembledfuture
Since the snap and the takedown of Thanos, things on Earth had been...uneventful. There was a heavy sadness that hung in the air, weighing down on those who were fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to have been spared. For the time being, it seemed, the remaining Avengers had disbanded, to task themselves with the duty of maintaining the remnants of the universe.
Without a fight, and with the Hulk still playing hooky, there was no point in staying in New York. The most able-bodied group of defenders had been faced by an intergalactic menace...and they’d lost. Science stood little chance if it had no direction, and Bruce didn’t even know where to begin. This did not leave him purposeless, it just meant that his talents would be displaced if he were to stay.
Fortunately, he had connections.
When Rocket and Nebula were preparing to leave, after the fallout with Tony, Bruce had wagered with them to permit him to join, arguing that he would be resourceful. Even if this theory was disproven in practice, at least he would not be laying in wait on Earth, allowing the guilt and isolation to consume him. Hell, it might even be good for him.
And thus, they were off. He was more than fine with Rocket captaining the ship--nothing surprised him anymore. However, Nebula was...intimidating, to say the least, but he thought that he might be able to break the barrier between the two of them.
“Nebula, would you mind giving me a hand for a minute?”
He thought it best not to order her to come, but he had noticed some of her parts malfunctioning since the beginning of their journey and, since the equipment was available, he thought that she might be ready for an upgrade.









