strange lands || open
Meanwhile, somewhere in the South Pacific...
More and more often, he found himself standing waist deep in water. The ocean waves slapped at his hips, salt spraying into his eyes, and the currents pulling at his ankles, like a child begging him to come and play. He would stand like that, perfectly still just long enough that the idea of simply washing away with the tide was almost too good to resist. Then he would turn, and head back towards the shore, and the small run down hut tucked in along the rocky slope.
He liked this place... this home away from... everything. Here, it was easy enough to slip into the background and simply disappear. Amidst the rocks and crashing waves, and far from the prying eyes of locals and tourists alike, even the unearthly howls and screams of The Other Guy seemed small against the crashing of the waves. He liked that. Being small. Invisible.
The sound of an engine roaring along the distant road caught Bruce’s attention, and he stiffened slightly, a frown pulling at his lips. Sighing, the former Avenger turned back towards shore, and headed back up to the house. As he came around the front, he eyed the figure approaching his home, and tried his best to smile.
"Maeva, cousin. You lost?”