// ooc

i’m very ill at the moment guys, i have a really bad flu and looking at a screen kills me so i’m not going to be able to reply for a while sorry! thank you all for understanding

I find it hella attractive when a girl has a smart mouth on her and can be a little bossy. Like yes, boss me straight into your bedroom.

“I have to keep her safe this time if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

me *blows a kiss towards the oncoming storm clouds*: for thor

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ // @angerbuilt

Sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, often causing wildly unthinking behaviour,  a panic enthralling both mind and body was something that the doctor was no stranger to. Calm and concerned hues focus on the young woman now as a reassuring hand is cautious, careful, placed on her shoulder. 

Her whole body was working against her and Banner continued with his reassurances, reminding her of where she was and that he was there, that he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

“Just breathe. Nice deep breaths alright? Nothing else at all, you don’t need to do anything but breathe. I’m here.” He spoke, tone gentle and kind though held with an air of authority- he could be trusted, he could help. 

“Hey, look at me? Look at me. Just breathe, you’ve got this.”

ɪsᴀᴀᴄ

“Oh, sorry, that– that’s me.”

Isaac always felt like an idiot when he had to talk about his codename, because, well, the story made him sound like an idiot.

Because, he supposed he probably was one.

“When I was first starting out at SHIELD, I needed a codename, and, I, uh… I looked up ‘gravity’ on wikipedia, saw something about Event Horizons, thought it, y’know… sounded cool.”

Isaac rubbed at the back of his head, realizing just how small he felt next to Banner, even though he wasn’t Hulked out. Isaac knew he didn’t have an ounce of the guy’s brains or experience, or the same level of respect from the rest of the team. And here he was, talking about how he picked his name off Wikipedia because it sounded cool.

“Kinda dumb, yeah. But I dunno what I’d change it to, if I… changed it.”

The flicker of embarrassment crossing along the young man’s features was almost endearing, if Bruce had been in the mood at all for endearment. Amongst insect-themed heroes, norse gods and wizards, Bruce didn’t care at all what the other decided to call himself, as long as he could get the job done. It would be an asset to the team for sure to have another enhanced alongside them to defend the stones, but it didn’t mean that the doctor had to trust him at all, not after Sokovia.

“Well, perhaps next time don’t opt for Wikipedia.” Was all the Bruce offer in that moment back, hands rung together as he decided to settle down, just for a moment. “It’s....a better name than Spider-Man. At least you didn’t call yourself Gravity Boy. Then I think we might be at odds a bit.” If small talk must be made, then that was the best Bruce was able to offer, wishing that the prepping of the quinjet would hurry itself up as Bruce was still trying to get his head around all he had missed.

i miss them ⚡⚛️

WALKING / DISASTERS

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴋᴇs ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ - ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ! ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄs ᴏғ ᴊᴇɴɢᴀ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀsʜᴍᴀʟʟᴏᴡs ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɪʟᴇᴛ ʀᴏʟʟ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇғɪʟʟᴇᴅ?

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Bruce “Lost Puppy” Banner

Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) dir. Joss Whedon

me: i love slow burns

also me: 

“If you’re about to tell me to look on the bright side, I’m about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Well that would be an awful waste of a perfectly good sandwich.” 

Bruce smiled, a brow quirked at such a threat coming from the woman. He relented, however, hands raised in surrender as he leant back in his chair. The doctor felt no cause to argue with the other further; wanting just to lighten the air a little.

ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ

{✗} “I’m really glad we’re able to do this. Just sit and have a beer.” Natasha hums, clinking the neck of her bottle against Bruce’s. She leans back against the outdoor couch, watching the stars twinkle in the distance. The fire crackles on the balcony, a soft warmth radiating from the petite fireplace. 

She’s silent for a few moments, getting comfortable. 

“So, have you heard from Betty recently?” She quizzes kindly, turning her head. Her face is friendly, soft, and genuine.

Over the last few months, there had been barely enough time to breathe with how busy they all had been. Morning rolled its eager head far too quickly to nightfall. Its what made nights like this ever more special; time to just breathe. Bruce smiled, in agreement as his head rest back on the couch and found himself sinking more and more into the plush as the night went on. The crisp, summer night’s air was a welcome respite from the clinical gleam of the lab, especially with the company of the woman beside him. After the the satisfying clink of their bottles echoed out, a long needed sip of the drink was needed.

Seldom the doctor found Natasha’s company a bore, he never felt any obligation to do or say anything though he found that conversation flowed with ease. She was incredibly funny, something Bruce never expected of the assassin when he first met her in Calcutta. Between alien invasions and Norse Gods, that felt like a thousand years ago. He hummed happily as he took another sip, watching her for a moment as her eyes rest on the gentle flames in the fire place, the crease of her smile lit in its evening glow. They didn’t need to say anything at all, this was nice.

“Betty?” Bruce’s brow quirked at the question, having not expected the topic of the doctor to arise from the other. He knew Natasha meant it all in good faith, her smile returned with his own as he took another sip from his bottle. “She emailed me last week actually, yeah. She’s uh--doing great. She’s teaching at Culver now, they’re lucky to have her.” He commented before turning his attention back to the fire, “She’s been pretty busy. I guess we’ve all been, hm?”

ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ

Wanda folded her hands in her lap, eyes roaming over the peaceful water. The soul world had a similar place to this one, or maybe it had only been a fabric of her imagination. She still wasn’t sure if what she had experienced had been the afterlife, or something constructed by the soul stone to trap their souls. Either way, she had always found water to be the most calming. So sitting here next to Bruce lifted a little bit of the heavy burden she felt, now that death was no longer there to bring peace to her. 

She listened to his words, an absent smile flickering across her lips. Always the optimist. Even after all those years, she could still remember her conversations with him, while they had all been on the run together. Back then, Bruce had always insisted that there was a better life out there for all of them and that they would find it one day. She had found hers for a little while, before it had been ripped from her again. Maybe that just was her fate; nothing good could ever last. A witch’s curse. “I think I am done helping people”, she said softly, gaze dropping down to her hands. It was probably a selfish decision, but given she didn’t even have an ounce of will to live left, helping others was the last thing on her mind. She had given her life, her future, vision and so much more in the fight for humanity. Maybe it was time to retire.

His following words caused her stomach to twist in a nod and she exhaled heavily. Nat. Given the eventful turns of the last two days, Wanda hadn’t been able to wrap her mind around her loss yet, so whenever it was brought up, it felt raw and painful, like acid slowly dripping into an open wound. For everyone else, her death had been weeks ago, but for those who had just returned from the dead, time was entirely different. Not that a few weeks made it any better. “I am sure she can see us now and she is PROUD of what you all achieved. She died for this. At least it wasn’t in vain.” Too many had lost their lives for nothing, Vision being one of them.

The smile he had shared with the other was far from his features as his eyes focussed on the gentle glimmer of the water below. It was hard to talk about her, to talk about that loss with another. In fact, Bruce understood that it might have been the first time he spoke about Natasha out loud since everyone had returned. Half the universe had experienced a great loss, all losing loved ones and friends- he felt somewhat selfish that the smallest part of him felt bitter about it all.  He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, he would have always taken the steps to bring them all back, but it came at such personal cost. He and Hulk had taken their time, alone, after the Titan had been defeated. She wouldn’t want him to stay upset. 

Bruce empathised with Wanda’s situation, he understood how she felt- the want and need to keep to herself, to do what  she wanted for a while. He had kept to himself after Wakanda, locking himself away for months inside a lab for his work- though it had been more to just be alone, to handle his grief in private. Wanda hadn’t been afforded that luxury, not yet. It would be a shame to see her go after spending so long apart, though the last she would want to do with her new found life was to spend another second with the rest of the team. 

With Natasha and Tony gone, Thor leaving for the stars and Clint with his family, Bruce wasn’t too sure what he was going to do himself-perhaps pay Valkryie a visit in New Asgard. As kind as Wanda’s words were, he knew there was no chance of Natasha knowing, having died for them all but not knowing of the success that would have prevailed. He frowned, thinking about speaking for a moment, holding his tongue before turning to the younger woman with the faintest of smiles, a whisper of a look as eyes returned to the water.

“When I did it---when we did it and everyone returned...when we had the gauntlet on. I---,” Bruce shook his head, his free hand tugging slightly at greying curls, “This is going to sound stupid but when the power of the stones was all going through us...I felt her. I know she’s dead and gone but...I felt her there. I know its just wishful thinking, my brain must have been going crazy with the infinity stones but. Yeah.” he stopped himself from embarrassing himself further, not looking at the woman beside him. 

“Canada’s pretty this time of year, you know.”

“Well, I don’t every time get what I want.”

im sorry but great odd couple on a road trip is jUST TOO CUTE