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( open ) I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
Who: Bruce Banner & YOU
Where: All around the mansion and the grounds
When: During the second half of August
Rating: PG13 for likely mentions of trauma and violence, will update if need be
Summary: Bruce slowly tries to cope with Wonderland, Ultron, Sokovia, and the mutant event. It doesn't always work well.
The Story:
[ Coping is a pretty word. But like a lot of complicated words, it's pretty on paper, with a clean cut description added at the front like a dictionary, explained just right. Here, this means that in the English language, and that's how it all works.
But it's not. Adapting words to reality makes it obvious just how some things can't be described with precision, how fallible language can be. Bruce finds himself at a loss as of late, lost between what he feels and what he thinks, what to do or say in face of the experiences he needs to work through.
By comparison, the mutant event really shouldn't have affected him that much. But then it does, because he was so put-together then, he had principles, a purpose, something he genuinely believed in and was willing to fight for. Now? Now he's back to normal. His normal, messed-up and lost self. Well— slightly better now, but does it make much of a difference? He's still completely out of sorts, and he doesn't mean just in Wonderland. He means in life overall. Like he doesn't entirely belong there, or anywhere.
He tries hard to cope, though. Just a pretty word, but he does. Mostly this means burying himself neck deep into science, work, whatever he can study in this place. When even that gets too frustrating and leads nowhere, he heads out for a walk around the mansion, tries to eat something— loses his appetite after a couple of bites but forces himself to finish anyway. Can't have him getting so hungry he'll lose his handle on himself.
The gardens are pretty but it all seems a little hollow to him, still he'll make his way there, sometimes walking one of the stray dogs currently being looked after by Sam and those who'd shown interest in helping. The beach is, by far, one of his favorite places, considering it's usually more deserted, and he finds himself the quietest and farthest spot to sit by himself, eyes fixed on the horizon.
In the meantime, he keeps an eye for familiar faces. People he knew during the mutant event, people he felt like he'd shaped a bond with. Some of them he does want to get to meet here, and the ones he'd had less than pleasant encounters with he also hopes to find. Even if there's one in particular he's keen on avoiding, but that's something to worry about later. Way later. ]
Where: All around the mansion and the grounds
When: During the second half of August
Rating: PG13 for likely mentions of trauma and violence, will update if need be
Summary: Bruce slowly tries to cope with Wonderland, Ultron, Sokovia, and the mutant event. It doesn't always work well.
The Story:
[ Coping is a pretty word. But like a lot of complicated words, it's pretty on paper, with a clean cut description added at the front like a dictionary, explained just right. Here, this means that in the English language, and that's how it all works.
But it's not. Adapting words to reality makes it obvious just how some things can't be described with precision, how fallible language can be. Bruce finds himself at a loss as of late, lost between what he feels and what he thinks, what to do or say in face of the experiences he needs to work through.
By comparison, the mutant event really shouldn't have affected him that much. But then it does, because he was so put-together then, he had principles, a purpose, something he genuinely believed in and was willing to fight for. Now? Now he's back to normal. His normal, messed-up and lost self. Well— slightly better now, but does it make much of a difference? He's still completely out of sorts, and he doesn't mean just in Wonderland. He means in life overall. Like he doesn't entirely belong there, or anywhere.
He tries hard to cope, though. Just a pretty word, but he does. Mostly this means burying himself neck deep into science, work, whatever he can study in this place. When even that gets too frustrating and leads nowhere, he heads out for a walk around the mansion, tries to eat something— loses his appetite after a couple of bites but forces himself to finish anyway. Can't have him getting so hungry he'll lose his handle on himself.
The gardens are pretty but it all seems a little hollow to him, still he'll make his way there, sometimes walking one of the stray dogs currently being looked after by Sam and those who'd shown interest in helping. The beach is, by far, one of his favorite places, considering it's usually more deserted, and he finds himself the quietest and farthest spot to sit by himself, eyes fixed on the horizon.
In the meantime, he keeps an eye for familiar faces. People he knew during the mutant event, people he felt like he'd shaped a bond with. Some of them he does want to get to meet here, and the ones he'd had less than pleasant encounters with he also hopes to find. Even if there's one in particular he's keen on avoiding, but that's something to worry about later. Way later. ]
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No, [ He looks down and away from her again, lips pressing into a thin line. He swallows dryly before continuing. ] I have another... ability, if you'd call it that. Much more destructive than that.
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Okaaay... So are we talking like lasers and explosives or...?
[The words seem a little cavalier, but her tone is the opposite: gentle and concerned, obviously trying to cheer him up rather than make fun of him.]
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Though if she were, it'd be a pretty stupid thing to mock him for. ]
More like... turning into an invulnerable unstoppable monster. That kind of destructive.
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Not that-... that it sounds awesome.
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[ It grates him just a little, the way she says it, but he swallows down the urge to be bitter at her, taking a calming breath, then adding just as softly. ]
I've killed people. Hurt some that I deeply cared about. There's nothing— nothing good about not knowing when you might just... lose control.
[ It's likely more than she wants to know, and more than he'd be otherwise inclined to share, but the words just spill from him before he can even think twice about it. He wants to take them back almost immediately, but since that's not an option, he just closes his mouth and falls silent again, a breath stuttering quietly when he exhales. ]
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She completely botched that, didn't she? He starts explaining exactly what it feels like, what he's done, and she wants to cringe at every single word.
Way to go, Max.
By the time he's quiet again, she's basically bursting with the need to apologize.]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said! It must be so terrible having to live with that... You're a good guy, Bruce. You wouldn't hurt anyone if you could help it. I'm sure of it.
[She keeps glancing at him as she speaks, wanting to see his expression but worried that he might be really pissed at her.]
There must be something you can do to... make it better, right?
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But that's just the thing, she doesn't know. She's never seen the Hulk, after all, so how could she possibly understand how horrible it can be, for both him and everyone else? ]
It's fine, Max. It's... I'm not mad at you. I'm just...[ He sighs, lifting a hand up to rub at his forehead. He forces out a chuckle. ] Tired, I guess.
[ Of the event, of the monster, of everything. He'd lie down and sleep for weeks on end right now if only could manage to fall asleep. ]
There used to be. Right now, I'm not so sure anymore.
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Max fidgets, unsure of what to say.]
What was it? It... stopped working?
[It's hard for her to imagine what it could be. In fact it's hard for her to imagine his entire situation.]
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You could say that, yes.
[ It's hard to explain or even bring up his (former) team, and it's evident that he doesn't want to. ]
You don't have to worry. If something happens here, I'll... there's always the forest. I'll just go in there.
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I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about you.
And I've heard that whole... forest thing before. It doesn't really end well. That's not how things get better, right?
[But she trails off, worried that she might be pressing him too hard. Toward the end her voice softens considerably, her sympathy showing.]
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Things never really end well when I lose control. The forest is... well, it's not ideal, but it's safer. For everyone— myself included.
[ He opens his mouth again, glancing at her for a long, silent moment. ] It can't hurt me, anyway.
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...I don't think I'd ever think of you as a monster. Not after the last event. And there's... more than one kind of hurt.
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[ True, Bruce could control the Hulk a lot of the times now, but if there's one thing the most recent times have shown him is that even then, he can still lose control in a very catastrophic way. ]
I liked meeting you. [ He changes the topic, in hopes she'll let it go. ] Despite the circumstances. I hope... that your life's not as difficult as it was then.
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I liked meeting you, too. And I like knowing you. [She doesn't know how much she'd like him, the other guy, but Bruce is A+ in her book.] And no, life's much better now. I hope things end up better for you. Way better.
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[ And he does mean that, smiling up at her once she stands up. He says nothing to the rest, though it's likely obvious that he doesn't share in that hope. Not right now, anyway. ]
I'll see you around, Max.
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She waves once as she walks away, leaving him to enjoy the rest of the sunset.]