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Bruce: [to Tony] Don't tease me about my hobbies. I don't tease you about being an asshole.
Yes, please. [she nears him, grinning and as soon as she leans in to peck him on the lips, slips her hands beneath his shirt. Her laugh’s stifled in the kiss before she pulls away and moves to shuck off the thicker clothing she needed for the walk.] Tea, if you will~
[he's pleased, smiling gently as she kisses him, only to muffle a yelp against her lips as he attempts to pull away from her frozen hands] EVERY TIME. [he shivers, and shakes his head, grinning despite himself as he busies himself in the kitchen. he puts the kettle on, setting aside two mugs before returning to the couch]
Official character poster for Hulk — Age of Ultron.
That’s comforting. [Wanda doesn’t mean to sound sarcastic, if she does in fact sound like it; she means it genuinely, more or less. Knowing that someone has gone through what she has is not lessening. It helps in its own way. She is so used to feeling different that similarities come unanticipated. The divide between man and mutant, human and inhuman, had engraved in her mind for so long, it is difficult for her to even consider that someone would be able to relate to her in any shape or form.
Not even the person who contains the Hulk.
Her fingers are restless, rubbing against each other and her rings. She wonders if anyone has come looking for him, or her, for that matter. Would they even find them here? No. She should stay positive. The doctor would get better, and they would leave here together. As she insisted, she has no plans of leaving him behind, no plans of touching the case either. A hand wraps around her wrist. No matter how drawn she might be to the relic, she has no intentions of being another Pandora, and letting loose what is in there.
Wanda’s made mistakes. She is determined not not to make another one.
She looks over at him with some sympathy. She can see that Doctor Banner is struggling to stay awake. She doesn’t move from her spot on one of the steps, but she does place a hand against her cheek, an elbow against her knee, observing quietly.]
You can rest if you want.
[If Wanda wanted to take the case, she would have already done so. If she was going to leave him behind, she would have already done that too. Maybe this isn’t too different from watching Pietro recover from his wound, but he doesn’t need protecting. The alter-ego of the Hulk is in a precarious position; so is the Infinity Gem. Should there be any enemies left over, she hopes to be able to defend them both. Aside from fighting Ultron in the end, she never seemed to use her powers for any good. But making sure both of them don’t end up in the wrong hands… That’s her priority right now, at the very least.]
You don’t trust me. I know. [She shrugs.] But I’ll be here.
[when she tells him to rest, he nods, grateful. he would have called it quits eventually, and sooner rather than later, but her gentle permission somehow takes a little bit of the edge off, a little less pain, a little less tension eating away at his muscles. he sinks against the corner, temple pressed against the wall, still curled tightly against himself, arms crossed and hands pressed hard against his biceps. when hulk seemed to be through with him, he always felt that there was nothing holding him together, and that the lines between the two of them were too blurry to be safe. his posture reaffirmed this attitude: warning. contents under pressure.
occasionally, the corridor echoes with the sound of footsteps or shouts and the occasional gunshot. HYDRA had largely been subdued over the course of the attack, but it wasn't a stretch to think a few may have been lucky or even smart, and were still trying to escape. in his condition, bruce can't tell if they were getting closer, and although he doesn't doubt his ability to fight them off, he's worried that the tower might just collapse for good. he's about to bow out, mentally speaking, when he hears her. you don't trust me.
the shame that seems to flood through him is surprising.
in another life, he would have been comfortable, even happy to rely on this- he didn't trust anyone. it wasn't safe to trust someone, because that was a one way ticket to capture, experimentation and death. his trust had been violated so many times, even (and almost especially) after joining the avengers. so what? he wants to say. can you blame me? with hulk, it was a non-issue. he didn't really trust much of anyone, save betty and jen. his family]
...Do you trust me? [it's not pointed or sarcastic, he genuinely wants to know. it wouldn't shock him if she didn't. instability was his power. it was hard to trust.
he can't stay awake long enough for her answer.]

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Indestructible Hulk #20 (2013)
Penciler: Joe Bennett Inker: Ruy Jose & Scott Hanna Colourist: Val Staples Letterer: Cory Petit Writer: Mark Waid
[She doesn’t realise her decision to simply wait for him is strange. Were their situations reversed, Wanda would have probably said the same as him, to be left behind; the last thing she wants to be is a burden, a weight on the shoulders on somebody else.&nsp; But it simply felt like the natural thing to do. She found him, he was here—to leave him now wouldn’t necessarily equal to abandonment, but the idea that he thinks she would simply go bothers her. She is capable of more feeling than that.
At his question, her eyes turn to him, then the case, then down at her feet, contemplating. Trying to be an Avenger. Trying to do something right. Or did he mean right here, in this moment and time?] Being an Avenger, I guess… I… I’m not sure. I was with my brother, Pietro. He was injured, but I was not. So I have no excuse not to do more. [She couldn’t simply wait at her brother’s side, even if some part of her wanted to. It wouldn’t be right to be idle when there was a bigger world out there and much more at stake.]
But… why I’m here now… [She pauses, trying to find the right words. She was so used to Pietro talking for her, though he would not expose this much and his interpretations did not always reflect hers. But she knows she needs to be honest—if she’s ever going to earn this Doctor Banner’s trust.] You’ll think it strange. That box—it was… calling out to me. [She looks at him, averts her gaze, and shrugs.] And it led me right to you. You are an Avenger, but you are also tired and hurt so I’m not going to leave you. [And… Her eyes glance at the case again. … I don’t trust myself with that. Something about it and what it contains…
Wanda doesn’t know why, but a part of her would rather it stay shut.]
Oh. [if that statement sounds like it carries no weight to it at all, it's not his intention. after thinking that maybe he should pay more attention to things, he finds that it's not so strange. better to have these powerful people on their side, after all. maybe it was just hard to put the ultron business aside, but it was possible that he was the only one who still felt that way. untimely death would do that to you. there were times when he woke up at night, half expecting to see two glowing red eyes hovering about him in the dark, displeased with the fact that he had not, in fact, completely eliminated bruce's constant threat to peace.
not that this was her problem.]
My first day on the job went about as well as this. [and then some, he though, a somewhat violent shiver tearing up his spine. he's trying to stay awake for her now, if she was going to stay with him, he could at least put forth the effort. 'i have no excuse not to do more.'
'i know where i could do the most good. it's also where i could do the most harm.'
the similarities were making him a little dizzy.]
It's not so strange. Whatever these things do...[he opens his eyes fully, glancing up at her. it doesn't last long, and he's back to watching the stars spin behind his eyelids] It's not rational. I've tried to rationalize them. They seem to do whatever they want. [swallowing back the bitter taste in his throat, he sighed, trying to tuck himself further into the corner, as if it would help. this is a kindness and he knows it. she would be entitled to tossing a blanket over him and leaving him there. or doing nothing at all.]
Thanks.
[She’s not entirely sure what to do in this situation. She supposes it’s best to simply follow. He probably knows where the others are. There’s probably some sort of safe meeting place in case their headquarters gets blown to smithereens.
When riots used to go south in Sokovia, the twins and their comrades had something similar. Fighting for freedom had never been a smooth path. With Ultron, it was different. A drone could be replaced by another, hoards of minions at his call. The same could not be said for the twins, two beings not human and yet capable of flaws working for one who strived for perfection. Ultron didn’t like flaws, she remembered, with no small modicum of disdain.
Following the doctor into the stairwell, she tries to keep her mind on other things. Not a difficult task for someone with infinite realities waiting to reveal themselves when she so much as moves a finger, but it is a good distraction from the bodies, destruction, and traces of blood. She rubs her arm uncomfortably. Even now, she can’t seem to get used to the sight; she thought she would be desensitized by now. Violence is no stranger to the woman; perhaps it never would be. Wanda is only ripped from her thought process the moment she hears him falter. Lifting up her gaze, she’s quick to move a few steps down, arms up but refraining actual physical touch. She blinks rapidly, processing his words.]
… I’m not going to leave you here. I don’t even know where that needs to be taken to.
[There’s a pause before she sits down on one of the steps, hands on her lap and planting herself neatly despite her disheveled look. The stairwell is narrow. Lights flicker bleakly.]
I can wait.
[he opens one incredulous eye, silently cursing himself, hulk, his pathetic body, HYDRA, the elevators that weren't working...surveying her as she sits, he sighs. it could be minutes between each word he speaks, its hard to tell at this point] This could take awhile.
[he's not shunning her at this point, he's not trying to, he just can't believe that someone, at least not someone who knew him and was already to accustomed to his various weaknesses and inconveniences, would want to stay with him. he'd done this all over the world, collapsed in some sad little heap wherever his body decided to drop him and tonight would be no different. he supposed that was the price of being indestructible, or really, one of a thousand different prices he found himself paying every other moment.
he drew his limbs in closely, shivering despite the heat pouring off of him, confused metabolism and radiation and leftover kinetic energy all fighting to fix the all-too-rapid change from human to monster. the bones and skin and organs healed instantly, leaving the rest of him to play some pathetic game of catch-up. it was hilarious, in a way. being so terrifyingly strong one moment, and laughably kitten-weak in the next. not flattering. it would be easy to take her kindness for pity]
What're you doing here, anyway?
[She nods because she gets it, she understands. Wanda might not understand what these Gems are and what they are meant for, but she understands that these things are as dangerous as her. They aren’t meant for this world, let alone in the hands of HYDRA.] I know. I… [Her voice falters, her gaze lowering. She can’t say it, can she? It’s impossible, she can’t even bear to admit it, that she knows what it is like to have one of those things inside of her, exposed to her, unmaking her and remaking her every day, every hour. … Torture. It’s easier to say she’s forgotten, that the electric prodding and the experimentation and the probing made her forget. And sometimes, it did. It’s the pain that makes her remember. Mostly though, she says she forgot to stop her brother from worrying, but she knows it’s really for herself, it’s a defense mechanism for her, because if she remembers, if she allows herself to remember…
She’s afraid of what she’ll find out and unleash into this world.] A lot of things shouldn’t exist, Doctor. [Like herself and her twin, for instance, and yet here they are… still living. It seems they can’t die just yet. Exhaling under her breath, she’s tempted to help him up when she restrains himself, hand returning to her side just as quickly as it’s brought forth. He doesn’t want to be touched, Wanda reminds herself. She wonders, if only she met the Avengers differently, maybe they wouldn’t have started off as enemies; maybe they would have started off as friends… But it’s too late to think about what-ifs and maybes. She’s here now, helping, trying to be someone and someone more than the person she was before. What matters is what happens now.
Now is all that counts.]
[For a moment, all of his emotions want to veer in several directions; anger, fear, resignation, distrust, and something that he could maybe call hope, and he has to make the conscious decision, something forced and physical, not to feel anything at all, because he just can't physically carry it. no, everything was focused on putting one foot in front of the other, on breathing, on staying awake.
a lot of things shouldn't exist.
hulk growls distantly in his head, a brief flare of offense that he pushes away along with the aching of each and every individual joint in his body. looking up at her, he just nods. earnestly agrees. a lot of things shouldn't exist. he begins down the hallway, gingerly dodging debris (human and otherwise) as best he could, not quite sure if she was following, or even where he'd go. was he just going to wander out into the street with this thing? opening the door to the emergency stairwell, he started the painfully slow descent, counting steps to keep himself focused.
a few flights down, legs and brain stop working in tandem. the case clatters to the ground, echoing around him in the stairwell. he sinks into the corner, hand pressed against the wall as he tries to force himself back up, sweating and shaking with the effort. behind him, hesitant footsteps. he's not sure how hulk knows its her, but the growling wakes him up again] ...I can't, I just need to stop... [he swallows hard, arms dropping away. one hand touches the case as if that would be enough to protect it] Just take it. Leave me here.

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[snorts softly] You wouldn’t’ve thought so watching him disappear into it, though. I couldn’t even see him before he jumped out.
[continues to give his dog an affectionate scratch which ends in the inevitable belly rub] Big doofus. [he stands up] Bet you're both frozen. This is the worst. Want something? Tea...hot chocolate...?
I almost lost Darwin in a snowdrift on our walk today. That was…fun.
[looks down at Darwin, who sits happily and obliviously between them, tail thumping on the floor, kneeling with a sigh to scratch behind his ears] Silly boy.
You’re not moving and there’s no one else here. [If she knew he was going to be this difficult, she would have brought a more familiar face.] I am not as fast as my brother. If you want me to go and fetch someone else, you won’t be conscious by the time I get back. [She doesn’t mean to sound so stern, but they had just survived a HYDRA attack. Former enemies or not, the least he could do is cooperate. The fatigue of battle was already hitting her, but forced herself to stay focused, alert, and calm. Since the doctor doesn’t know what he wants or doesn’t want, Wanda will decide for him. She’s used to mothering Pietro. It doesn’t seem like that much of a stretch to do the same to him. He is older than her brother, and definitely not as receptive as him, but if she left him here, what would that say about herself? Even if he lacked the confidence in her…] I’m more capable than you think. [… She still has some in herself. Lifting herself up from the floor, white, chalky debris stuck to her knees, she looks around. She can’t carry him, but they could not simply stay here.
At his question, the woman looks away, brief traces of red tint her gaze as her magic traces through the remainder of the floor.] Gone. Dead. Out cold. [They are no longer a threat. Those who escaped would fight another day; those who perished would be buried or however the Avengers see fit to take care of their foe. And those who are unconscious… Another matter for another time; the bodies are being rallied up on other floors as they speak.]
They didn’t take what they came here for… is that right?
[he rolls his eyes a bit, not proud of his petulance but he couldn't stop himself from showing it. he supposed that if he applied a bit of logic to the situation, he could reason that she was trying to help him, not hurt him, and maybe in the past she hadn't even meant to hurt him, because when it came to control, these things happened. Things slipped. looking around, he nods, swallowing back the bitter taste in his throat. he reaches out, shaky hands touching the case again to reassure himself that he had done the right thing]
I couldn't let them have it. Didn't let them....[he shakes his head and shrugs] No one should have it, it shouldn't exist. [whatever these things were, from what he'd seen, they only caused pain and suffering. finally, bruce takes a deep breath and forces himself to stand up. joints and insides protest, and for a moment, it seems he won't make it, but resolve and pride win. he reaches down and takes the case by its handle, surprised he can hold its weight (even though it wasn't heavy at all)]
Lets...lets get the hell out of here.
[Wanda frowns, bristling slightly. Now she knows how it feels like to be told that: 'I'm fine.' Either she has to start admitting how she feels or she has to widen her vocabulary. But first—him. She doesn’t know what happened, but she can certainly make a guess. There are enough things broken and bloodied and dead in this room. He probably came to, she realizes only too late. He woke up to this. Wanda is usually the one who is being comforted; she doesn’t do the comforting. It is strange to be on the opposite side of the line for once, not that it makes things any easier. Never mind the box—for now—or the mess. Dr. Banner should be looked at, at the very least. That is what should be most important, right? … A team is different from a twin brother.]
There are doctors here. ['Doctors.' Even Wanda winces at the word. Be more specific, she is quick to tell herself.] It’s a woman and a man. I think they’re your friends. They’re helping Pietro right now. They can help you too. Or I can… [—Help you? Who is Wanda kidding? She’s not even sure what she did back there. She found her brother and—healed him? Or preserved his body long enough for the doctors to take a look. The wound wasn’t too severe; her brother, the impenetrable fool. But she could never do that before. Her chaos magic is always unpredictable, always determined by some kind of probability, though a part of her is afraid to see what else they can do. It’s a rabbit hole she has no desire to further explore.] —Never mind. They’re not far from here. Can you stand?
[he shakes his head, looking down at the case.] I need- [need to what? he knew what was in the case, but wasn't sure what needed to be done with it, just that he needed to keep away from them, and hulk seemed to have taken care of "them" in short order, glancing about with muted horror at the bodies scattered around them.] I just need to... [to what? he didn't know what had happened, where his team was, and here he was with this thing that he wanted to be nowhere near but that he had to protect if HYDRA was still in the building. looking up at her, he realizes he isn't strong enough in the moment to maintain his own distrust of her] ...I don't- [he swallows hard, eyes fluttering as he looks ahead] Don't need help. It's not something you can help.
[he shifts the case back to the ground, knees drawing to his chest as he curled in on himself, pressing his temple against the wall] Are they gone?
[The sudden movements of sends a jolt into Wanda, startled and hostile. She doesn’t understand. Why would the Avengers have one of those… Why would they need it? Is that why HYDRA… She steals another glance at the mysterious box before she reels back, her head throbbing. Wanda’s about to pulled into another vision when she forces herself to stay in this reality, staring at him. No, she needs to stay here. She can’t lose herself now.]
I won’t touch you. [Wanda more than understands the feeling of not wanting anyone near her and the fear of losing control. But what is she supposed to do? And what can she ask and nor ask? It seems being friends and being Avengers aren’t mutually exclusive, and she doesn’t have a manual to tell her how to be both. But she knows what it’s like to be treated like a monster, lab rat, and freak. She inches closer and raises up her hands.] … But you’re hurt.
[his posture eases slightly when she promises not to touch him, not because he's anymore trusting, but because he's just too tired. the human body isn't supposed to tolerate these kinds of rapid changes, even if they healed instantaneously, sometimes "too much" was just that. a few more moments, he thinks as he stares back with pinpoint, unfocused vision, and she might just walk out of here with the briefcase whether he likes it or not.
but it doesn't seem to be her focus, at least not in the moment. at the words "hurt" he frowns slighty, looking around him. there's a bloody patch on the glass where he was laying, not that he can feel a wound in the moment. (the culprit lies in a bloody smudge he leaves as he shifts his shoulders away from the wall, a small patch of skin cut to ribbons on his back) he props himself against the corner, knees dropping away from the case. a feverish sweat blooms on his forehead.] I'm fine.

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[nothing like waking up in a pile of broken glass. bruce comes to life with a series of twitches and groans, head too heavy to lift, eyelids seemingly glued shut. something cold presses up against his chest, and as consciousness slips in and out, he realizes he’s holding something....
[he frowns at the sound of someone else's voice, stirring, forcing himself to wake up despite what his body wanted. bloodshot brown eyes blinked up at the vague shape hovering above him, struggling for focus before he scrambled back, arms tightening around the case.] No-
[his irises flash green for moment before he forces it back. Keeping Hulk in is a struggle, staying awake is a struggle, but he has enough clarity to know that he'd prefer to have an ocean between the two of them at the moment] Get away...d-don't touch me.
[nothing like waking up in a pile of broken glass. bruce comes to life with a series of twitches and groans, head too heavy to lift, eyelids seemingly glued shut. something cold presses up against his chest, and as consciousness slips in and out, he realizes he's holding something. hugging it, actually. his arms are wrapped around this thing as if life depended on it. after a few minutes of testing and fumbling, he realizes it's one of the z-grade brief cases from the lab- the kind only very dangerous and important things are stowed in. that little bit of realization is about all he can take in the immediacy of a post-hulkout and he quickly slips back under, curled up and motionless.]