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kore_logs2013-03-02 09:42 pm
greenisnteasy) wrote in kore_logs2013-03-02 09:42 pm
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i must live with my quiet rage
Who: The Hulk and Tony // Bruce and Tony
Where: Out by the woods. // Their house
When: Day 46
What: Tony wants to talk to the Hulk and then also ask his help to catch a saber-tooth cat thanks to an ill-advised bet with Party. // After successfully catching the cat, Bruce and Tony regroup at their house.
Note: You're welcome to have your character hear/notice the Hulk from a distance, but he won't be bothering anyone but Tony (and the log is closed).
Bruce needs to stay calm, but trying to stay calm when he's about to let the Hulk out for something as mundane as a chat isn't easy. He can barely wrap his mind around the concept of letting him out just to... let him out. The cat thing after the talk is weirdly comforting even though it shouldn't be, but it seems like if he's letting the Hulk out, it should be for something... well, Hulk-worthy. That seems like the responsible thing to do, to keep a monster like that concealed as often as possible -- that's been Bruce's life since it happened, his number one goal. Right behind that was keeping out of the hands of the military.
He can accept throwing that away for the sake of saving people, but this... This is so different. He keeps sliding back in his conviction and willingness to do this, but maybe... maybe Tony's right. Maybe the Hulk is... more than a monster. Or not a monster at all.
By the time they get to the woods, he's almost relieved he doesn't have to think about this anymore. He takes a breath and then tugs his shirt off, toes out of his shoes. He's actually wearing the pants Sharon got him for Fake Christmas because they are, indeed, extra-estrechi. He starts to reach to take his watch off, but stops once his fingers slide too much and he realizes there's no fastening because it isn't a watch. Ha. Good. He hopes these bracelets are expensive. Screw you, scientists.
There's a thought to end on. He needs some anger to tug him out, but not too much, so he teases that thought out and then he's changing slowly, his skin turning green and his body reshaping itself, bones growing and muscles expanding. It's still not pleasant, but it's a far cry from acid being poured on his brain, and far more fluid than when he's fighting it off the whole time.
And then Bruce stops having conscious thoughts, and the Hulk raises his head, taking in a lungful of air. Oh, this place still. The woods have metal Hulks in them that aren't better than him no matter what they might've been made out of, so there. He turns and spots Metal-less Man, and no one else. There's no sense of urgency, no smell of a fight in the air, no tension.
"What's going on?"
Where: Out by the woods. // Their house
When: Day 46
What: Tony wants to talk to the Hulk and then also ask his help to catch a saber-tooth cat thanks to an ill-advised bet with Party. // After successfully catching the cat, Bruce and Tony regroup at their house.
Note: You're welcome to have your character hear/notice the Hulk from a distance, but he won't be bothering anyone but Tony (and the log is closed).
Bruce needs to stay calm, but trying to stay calm when he's about to let the Hulk out for something as mundane as a chat isn't easy. He can barely wrap his mind around the concept of letting him out just to... let him out. The cat thing after the talk is weirdly comforting even though it shouldn't be, but it seems like if he's letting the Hulk out, it should be for something... well, Hulk-worthy. That seems like the responsible thing to do, to keep a monster like that concealed as often as possible -- that's been Bruce's life since it happened, his number one goal. Right behind that was keeping out of the hands of the military.
He can accept throwing that away for the sake of saving people, but this... This is so different. He keeps sliding back in his conviction and willingness to do this, but maybe... maybe Tony's right. Maybe the Hulk is... more than a monster. Or not a monster at all.
By the time they get to the woods, he's almost relieved he doesn't have to think about this anymore. He takes a breath and then tugs his shirt off, toes out of his shoes. He's actually wearing the pants Sharon got him for Fake Christmas because they are, indeed, extra-estrechi. He starts to reach to take his watch off, but stops once his fingers slide too much and he realizes there's no fastening because it isn't a watch. Ha. Good. He hopes these bracelets are expensive. Screw you, scientists.
There's a thought to end on. He needs some anger to tug him out, but not too much, so he teases that thought out and then he's changing slowly, his skin turning green and his body reshaping itself, bones growing and muscles expanding. It's still not pleasant, but it's a far cry from acid being poured on his brain, and far more fluid than when he's fighting it off the whole time.
And then Bruce stops having conscious thoughts, and the Hulk raises his head, taking in a lungful of air. Oh, this place still. The woods have metal Hulks in them that aren't better than him no matter what they might've been made out of, so there. He turns and spots Metal-less Man, and no one else. There's no sense of urgency, no smell of a fight in the air, no tension.
"What's going on?"
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"You know what I mean, Tony. Back home to anyone who knows, Bruce Banner doesn't count for anything except as a kind of pre-state for the Hulk."
He's still holding Tony's hands in his, and he lets one go to turn the other one over, palm-up, so he can trace the lines as he talks.
"I was trying to ask if I mean more to you than he does, if you like me more, but I think I can guess your answer, now that I'm thinking about it." He looks up finally, and he doesn't look upset; maybe a little sad, but this is all so new for him.
"You care for every part of me equally, right?"
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Bruce is worth it, though. He thinks so, anyway. Just like he thinks that if the conversation was going well, Bruce wouldn’t look as sad as he does right now. He wouldn’t look sad at all.
“I’m saying that I care about you. And sometimes you get man-PMS and turn green, but that doesn’t make me care any less. Would I rather you were like this all the time? Yeah. And not just because we can have sex when it’s not your time of the month.” Trying to make it a joke is probably a bad idea. He knows that. But he doesn’t know how to combat the sadness and joking is the only thing he can think to do.
“I just—I don’t know why you’re not happy. I would’ve thought the fact that I accepted the Hulk wouldn’t be a problem. Why is it?”
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"Because I hate him and resent him and you're supposed to be on my side of wanting to find a way to get rid of him," he says, and then wrinkles his nose. "Or that's how I felt before. You've changed my mind today I think, Tony, but I'm going to need a while to absorb that." Not to mention the idea that if what Tony's saying is true -- and despite Tony's vision of the world, he does believe him here -- then Bruce needs to think about he's been treating the Hulk.
"When you cut the infection out of something, it hurts, doesn't it?" He shrugs and then wraps his arms around Tony this time. "I'm not saying I'm on the road to healing, but I'm better because of today. Because of you."
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He has been since the day he met him.
“I have a hard time hating the guy who saved your life,” he says quietly, settling his arms around him again. Bruce’s life. Not his own. The Hulk’s saved it quite a few times now, not just in New York, but it isn’t his life that matters to him. It’s Bruce’s, and the Hulk’s been protecting – from other gamma experiments, aliens, bullets, mad scientists, and everything else in between – him for years.
“But if you want me to stop talking about it now, I can. Give you some time alone with your thoughts. I mean, I don't know. You’re the doctor here, not me. You know what’s best. I brought home a sabertooth cat. Clearly I don't know what's best for anything.”
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"I might argue with that." He smiles warmly and a touch shyly at Tony before he backs away, letting him out of his embrace. "But a change of topic is good. We need to take care of this cat before it eats our living room. Or, you know, us."
Smiling still, he brushes past Tony to finish bringing their new pet its water dish.