Hello Darkness My Old Friend

[notsoangry]

WHO: Bruce Banner
WHERE: South Village Fountain
WHEN: 9/17
OPEN TO: Open to all!
WARNINGS: None yet

BUNKER/SOUTH VILLAGE FOUNTAIN

In the tube, Banner was unconscious. Nothing so restful as a simple dream, that would be too kind, instead his mind was restless. It was a waking nightmare, seeing people turn to dust before his eyes, seeing the looks of pain and loss on the few people in the world he still cared about, and the friend he knew best was missing, gone, who knows where. Everything was wrong. And now he was here. His hair was newly short and gray, his figure average and unassuming, and he woke up suddenly to propulsion that he couldn't possibly be ready for.

This wasn't really the first time he woke up somewhere he shouldn't be, in a place he couldn't remember; this was a common situation. It wasn't even the first time he was in the water, struggling to breathe, his limbs wildly flailing. But it was a rare occurrence that this moment of concern didn't follow with the feeling to the tip of his toes of the other presence waiting. Then again, he and the Hulk had issues. Issues not even close to being addressed. It meant he was vulnerable. It meant many things. Banner finally got himself together and swam up, figuring out which way was up, and broke the surface gasping. To where? To here. Where was here?

Exhausted and with a heavy heart, he sat on the edge of the fountain and breathed deeply, running hands through his wet hair. Nothing seemed familiar around there, but hey, it wasn't a planet geared toward trying to kill him or freak him out. So far. Don't jinx it, Banner. He sat there for a long time, he had no idea how long. He was in no hurry to move. The world was too much right then, and whatever this was, it was a few steps above.

The strangest part of everything was the clothing. The extras. Normally he woke up naked. So there was that one small good thing. It took him awhile before he was up and walking, but eventually it happened.

INN

At first he simply walked around. Nothing was familiar. In fact, he was fairly certain it seemed dissimilar from anything he'd known before. Some things were the same, yes, but Banner couldn't see how the Hulk brought him this far. And he was wearing clothes. What the hell was happening now? Was this another trick from Thanos? That made sense. He clearly liked to torture people. When he saw the inn, he paused. He tried to avoid people most of the time. It was too dangerous, he was too dangerous, except now he wasn't at all and that meant people he walked into could in fact be dangerous to him. He tried to reach out to see if the Hulk was still ignoring him.

There was nothing. No touch. No moment of anger or denial. No feeling whatsoever. Nothing. He was the only on home. At first he couldn't figure out what that meant. All these years later, how could it be? All the years trying to get here, and it just happened when he woke up. Stunned and overwhelmed, he could only stumble over to the outside wall of the Inn and lean against it. Not going in, just hovering there, and then he started to crumble down until he was sitting on the ground, staring off into space.

What was he feeling? Relief? Loss? Fear? Confusion? All of it.

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[notsoangry]

"I was never really meant for this life," Bruce said softly, a sad smile twisting at his lips. And that was one of the exact reasons why Ross thought he was soft. He wanted a quiet philanthropic life where he learned extraordinary things and died peacefully after being married to the love of his life since college. "But here I am." He could dwell on his dreams and his lost future all he wanted, but it really didn't matter. This was the path his own choices led him down. There was no one else to blame. So instead of blame, he was going to have to swallow it down and keep going on.

Tony needed him. Maybe to to fight anymore, but he told Thor that Banner was useful too. He'd have to prove it. He really would prefer to curl up on Tony for the foreseeable future and maybe sleep for a week, which was a nice thought but not one they had time for. "With the both of us, that list can go faster." Bruce got to his feet and could feel it in his bones now, the reality of not having any special blood in his veins to heal him or keep him healthy. This was going to be one hell of an adjustment. He leaned forward one more time, cupping Tony's face with his hands and pressing their foreheads together. Alive, alive, alive.

"Of course there are things that eat people out there. We're going to need some volunteers in the future if it comes to building an entire wall. You and I aren't exactly getting young---wait a second." One of the smartest people in their universe, and it took him this long to put it together. In his defense, they'd been wallowing over serious things. He pulled back and took a very thorough once over of his friend. "You are actually younger, what happened?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"No one is." Not him, not any scientist he's ever known was meant for the conflict driven and constant paranoia that made up Bruce's existence No one he could think of would thrive like that- and yet somehow Bruce found a way. If it were possible to undue any of it, to give him back the peace of mind he'd lost? Tony would do it in a heartbeat. But some things were beyond fixing.

Here and now- there was the work that needed doing, Bruce's safety he could be certain of so long as he stayed in the village. And the quest space between them as Bruce leaned in to rest their foreheads together. It as a special kind of intimacy he didn't often share- but Bruce earned it. He had Tony's trust, his affection. His relief. They survived, somehow, and they would keep surviving. As long as he had any say in it.

"Mm? Oh. There- in the bunker? There was a machine, something you stick your wrist device to and select a power and..." He sits back, spreading his hands, smiling up at Bruce. "So I grabbed rapid regenerative healing which patched up my side and fixed the mess that is my chest cavity. Got all my lungs back. No idea how long it'll last, but...Felt like it was worth it."

[notsoangry]

The only reason Bruce was still alive and made it through his ordeal was that he couldn't die before. Now he could, and he was focused on continuing to live. He was already considering the upside to living in a place like this for longer than a short time. It sounded bad, yes, but he was also free of the Hulk and all the reasons he could never be free on their earth. It was too early to make any decisions on that, and first he had to come up with a way for people to choose whether to stay or go.

"Trust you to say sure why not I'll let these strangers give me super powers." Bruce would have done the same thing if it wasn't for his experience with what happened the last time he thought 'hey wonder what this will do.' He never thought about having other powers. Being a super soldier would be interesting. It was the plan of his project in the first place. No, stop it, Banner. "You look good, that's for sure, I mean, not to say you don't always, but...."

It wouldn't be Bruce if he wasn't thinking about the buts. "What happens if it goes away? Will the changes stay, or will you bleed out on the floor? Because that might be something we should plan for. Make sure someone's within ear shot of you until it looks like it'll stick."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I had a through and through injury that was healing slowly, keeping me from working." Because he did keep his work mostly light, theoretical or drafting or detail work while he was healing as to not tear his side open but- long list of shit that needs doing, not a lot of ability to see it done. Having strikers helped but- at least like this? He could stretch his working hours a little.

A lot.

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm waiting it out with a pack of gauze and my emergency beacon on hand just in case but I was healing alright. This goes away it's back to...bad joints and not being able to breathe easy." Best he could think, anyway. "I doubt it'll stick. I'm not that lucky."

[notsoangry]

"Well since I'm staying with you at least you have a sort of doctor nearby if something happens." Bruce was very calm under pressure and it wouldn't be the first time he looked after his friends from injuries. He liked doing that instead of focusing on whatever the Hulk did during a fight. Healing was better. "You have a doctor on call. You can literally just yell my name." He smiled wryly. That's an extra good thing about staying with Tony, outside of the fact he was needy and attached.

"We're old now, pal. We're just ahead of the joints because of all the action." Bruce himself was in worse shape than Tony in general, at least in terms of exercising and fighting. But he'd never really needed to focus on it before. He felt a decade older than his friend and usually a few decades older than everyone else. "I don't have someone healing me now though. So I'd better start stretching, huh?" The Hulk meant that Bruce was the safest and healthiest among them, most of the time. His own blood was radioactive, but that kept anything else from poisoning or hurting him. It wasn't just the physical manifestation of the monster that existed, it was in him down to the cells.

Now it was gone.

"You think almost fifty is too late to learn how to punch without a supersuit?" It was said as a joke, but also not.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Of I could yell for you." He huffed quietly, pushing himself upright. Standing without an ache in his spine, in his chest? Fucking novel, and he meant to hold onto the feeling and get as much out of it as possible or as long as he could. Much like helping Bruce adapt to the village- he had no way of knowing it would go well but- this would help him pick up something of a semi-regular schedule. "Join me for pre-dawn yoga."

Woke him up better than coffee-

Well no, that was a lie, but it was a lie he held onto for the sake of his sanity. "...You want to learn how to punch? I walk you through it. Don't think we have any sandbags around here but I could maybe make one? It'd be worth setting up."

[notsoangry]

"You can sit still long enough for yoga?" Bruce can't help teasing him. It's easy with Tony, going from serious discussions to nothing important in a short amount of time. It was all they did during their time in the lab, when things were good and he remembered how to talk to humans again. His smile was full of warmth and he wandered a bit to get a better look at this forge and the work Tony was doing. All keeping Tony directly in his sightline of course, he wasn't really ready to lose sight of him. Sleeping was going to be a struggle.

"I probably should, shouldn't I? I'm no good to anyone in a fight the way I am now, if we need to fight." This forge felt like Tony. Old school, lacking in his characteristic shininess, but it was what they had in front of him. They were both mad scientists. They needed work or they'd go crazier. "I'm probably never going to be as tough as the rest of you, but I'd like to be a little more useful than I was with the wizards." Which was not at all. He was actually a hindrance to them, he was no better than a bystander.