Dr. Banner (and the Hulk)

Tony, there isn’t anything you could have done to avoid this. It’s not like anyone exactly expects ninjas to pop up during a meeting at a school, even one that has experience with weirder things.

*Tony takes the mug, and looks up at Bruce. His eyes are bruised from lack of sleep, and the reactor light shines weakly through his shirt.*

Yeah. *Tony nods, head bobbing like a puppet, then again, more strongly, and reaches to put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.*

Tony, there isn’t anything you could have done to avoid this. It’s not like anyone exactly expects ninjas to pop up during a meeting at a school, even one that has experience with weirder things.

*Tony takes the mug, and looks up at Bruce. His eyes are bruised from lack of sleep, and the reactor light shines weakly through his shirt.*

Tony, there isn't anything you could have done to avoid this. It's not like anyone exactly expects ninjas to pop up during a meeting at a school, even one that has experience with weirder things.

*Tony stares at the screen, then drags his hand across his face, sighing*

Well, they were ninjas, even for us that’s still not run of the mill…

You don’t know that. Jesus, she doesn’t even like me, but… what if she dies?

You, uh—*exhales*—you sound like you want to make peace with her, for all the difficulties you two have had.

She did wake up, briefly.

I don’t think that one is personal.

Which is weird, cause we’ve collectively had a lot of practice at it.

It's one of those things that doesn't really get easier with practice.

*Tony stares at the screen, then drags his hand across his face, sighing*

Well, they were ninjas, even for us that’s still not run of the mill…

You don’t know that. Jesus, she doesn’t even like me, but… what if she dies?

You, uh—*exhales*—you sound like you want to make peace with her, for all the difficulties you two have had.

She did wake up, briefly.

I don't think that one is personal.

*Tony stares at the screen, then drags his hand across his face, sighing*

Well, they were ninjas, even for us that’s still not run of the mill…

You don’t know that. Jesus, she doesn’t even like me, but… what if she dies?

You, uh--*exhales*--you sound like you want to make peace with her, for all the difficulties you two have had.

*Tony stares at the screen, then drags his hand across his face, sighing*

Well, they were ninjas, even for us that's still not run of the mill...

I wish I was. JARVIS can’t even analyze the origin. It’s like the stuff was engineered just for her, it doesn’t match any toxins on record. 

*puts his glasses back on, and squints up at the molecules on the screen*

I don’t know, they could have.

We are…pretty limited with what we have right now.

*waves his hands, dismissing the screens, then brings up a simple grid workboard, banishing the rest of the images to the outer edges*

*looks up at the grid, pursing his lips*

I wish I was. JARVIS can’t even analyze the origin. It’s like the stuff was engineered just for her, it doesn’t match any toxins on record. 

*puts his glasses back on, and squints up at the molecules on the screen*

I don’t know, they could have.

We are...pretty limited with what we have right now.

I wish I was. JARVIS can’t even analyze the origin. It’s like the stuff was engineered just for her, it doesn’t match any toxins on record. 

*puts his glasses back on, and squints up at the molecules on the screen*

Lab Work

*Tony, working on his holographic screens of SCIENCE, leans forward and knocks his forehead head gently on the desk*

*points without looking*

*Tony peels his face off the desk and looks at Bruce through some floating blue equations*

*nods*

Lab Work

*Tony, working on his holographic screens of SCIENCE, leans forward and knocks his forehead head gently on the desk*

*points without looking*

Lab Work

*Tony, working on his holographic screens of SCIENCE, leans forward and knocks his forehead head gently on the desk*

*smiles softly* Go ahead and recycle them, if it makes you feel better. But you can’t stop marketing singlehandedly, you know.

I know. *sighs* It took a while to get used to the toys, and shirts, and all of that. This—*gestures at the cards*—I don’t know…seemed more personal.

Well, if you’re okay washing buttercream out of someone’s hair, that sounds amazing. *grins*

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the sake of dessert. *sticks his hands in his pockets, smiling; he wiggles his toes a little*

*holds up another box containing Avengers-themed Valentines*

*pulls out his glasses, putting them on and bending over to get a better look at the card* Really? Not ironically great or anything, just great?

But they’re—it’s—

*shrugs, pursing his lips* I’ll, uh, I don’t know, recycle them or something. It seems like it’d defeat the purpose if I just gave them out, but…I guess that’s an option too.

*smiles softly* Go ahead and recycle them, if it makes you feel better. But you can’t stop marketing singlehandedly, you know.

I know. *sighs* It took a while to get used to the toys, and shirts, and all of that. This--*gestures at the cards*--I don't know...seemed more personal.

*holds up another box containing Avengers-themed Valentines*

*pulls out his glasses, putting them on and bending over to get a better look at the card* Really? Not ironically great or anything, just great?

But they’re—it’s—

*shrugs, pursing his lips* I'll, uh, I don't know, recycle them or something. It seems like it'd defeat the purpose if I just gave them out, but...I guess that's an option too.