(OOC: Currently on hiatus, as I am out of the country. Will return in June.)
Hello. I'm Bruce. Dr. Bruce Banner. I, uh...had an...accident in the lab years ago, and... Well, I don't really like to go into details. So let's just say...it's best not to...anger me.
Hey guys. I’m really, really sorry that I have not been around. I promise I’m not just making excuses, even if it feels that way. There has been a lot going on, and I’m actually leaving the country today for the month of May. I promise I will be back in June. And I promise to have responses to everyone when I am back.
I love you all.
- Tony, Bruce, and Angrboda
She smiled thinly, and shrugged. “I am a damn good agent, yes.” If he didn’t realize she was Deputy Director, she wasn’t going to enlighten him. ”And you, Dr. Banner, are one of our more valued consultants. It was thought that having a seasoned agent along as your escort might be of some aid in any situations that might arise.” Mostly to avoid The Other Guy from needing to come out.
“If you could follow me, our chariot, such as it is, awaits.”
He stood, shrugging his shoulders to shake off the chill from the chair, and followed her out of the room. He didn’t relax completely—he never could around government agents, even if these particular agents were on their side—but some of the tension in his body dissipated with the increase in space. “I’m not sure why I need an escort in the first place… I’ve been to India plenty of times on my own. Why now?”
Maria approached the door to the room and paused only long enough to verbally ream the agent on the door for A. Putting a man with Issues into an enclosed closet space like that and then B. standing outside the door like he was under arrest or something. She sent the agent off and opened the door to enter the room, leaving it open behind her to create some semblance of openness.
“Dr. Banner. I apologize for the accommodations even for so short a time. It will not happen again. If you are ready, I am to escort you personally.”
He flinched slightly when he heard the raised voice out in the hallway, the words muffled and unintelligible. He looked down at his hands, trying to distract himself from his boredom and hoping the voice had nothing to do with him.
His gaze returned to the doorway and his shoulders sagged with some relief when the agent left it open. “Agent…Hill, right? …Why are you escorting me?” He scratched at the back of his neck, somewhat embarrassed. “I-I didn’t mean to imply that I thought… I’m sure you’re a fantastic agent—probably one of the best here. That’s…actually…why I was wondering…”
Bruce sat fidgeting in a small room on the Helicarrier, the cold metal of the chair slowly making his back go numb, as he waited for his escort. He still hated it here. The flying ship held too many bad memories that caused the Other Guy to stir sluggishly at the back of his mind. Honestly, he didn’t understand why whichever agent was escorting him to India couldn’t have just met him at Stark Tower, since he’d been spending most—all right, all—of his time there.
Maybe Tony had something to do with everyone staying away…
I severely apologize to everyone for my absence. I’m not going to go into details, because it’s probably a lot of things no one wants to hear. But I am back (as far as I can tell) and welcome any approach to begin (or continue, in some cases) an RP.
Pairing: Bruce/Tony (ScienceBoyfriends)
Summary: (established relationship, set some time after the Avengers movie) Tony and Bruce are on a bit of a vacation to Tony’s home in Malibu. Tony is just working down in his shop when he’s “accosted” by Bruce.
For kyoukinohana. I hope you enjoy it. ;)
A/N: There will probably be a good many edits, because no one has read over this but me. I apologize for any awkwardness in the writing style. Feel free to critique/criticize/etc.