still human

for once in his LIFE, bruce banner wasn’t afraid, yet in the back of his MIND he felt a sensation of hatred towards the strange woman in front of him. he wasn’t a HATE filled being, not at all. in fact he prided himself in his ability to rationalize his fears and not turn them into SOMETHING more. perhaps it was the fact he should have met DEATH sooner that brought hatred to his simple mind.

  i got a job!!!!

congrats !!! :*

❛ ✧ : @radiatedissues

           ❛   well HELLO  !  it’s nice to meet you  …  apart from the two city blocks that took a real beating  …  but i heard that they were working on an incentive to fix those heritage buildings anyways.  no sweat  !   ❜

      ❝ Thanks, but I already ordered one.  Must have gotten the same thing, I wouldn’t have grabbed yours otherwise. ❞   There’s still an apology in her voice, but she look at least like she’s gotten over the startle.

Iolai took a deep breath, planting her hands on her hips as she gazed between this.. Hulk, and the destruction he’d caused. She ran a hand through her hair as she considered how best to speak to him.

“I spent a lot of time and energy making this place healthy.” There was a slightly forced calm to her voice, but there was no audible anger any more, her volume only slightly raised to be sure that he could hear her. “I will do what I can to keep you from harm, and you will have your quiet. But first-” she cast a pointed look at the trees, “I want an apology.”

He stared at her, the grimace like frown turning into what seemed like a snarl. He had never been told to apologize before, not that he remembered at least. He sat down heavily in the clearing, the birds flying off into the distance as he did so.

{ ➼ } » — “Wait, shit, is it Christmas already…?!” In that moment, he appears genuinely confused. Sure, he’s known to have a particular penchant for getting his head banged around a lot and a concussion at least once a week, but he didn’t think he would manage to overlook something that big. Was he finally losing it?

                  Clint scratches his head, mentally trying to confer with his calendar prior to realizing that they’re still holding a conversation. Those thoughts are forcefully shoved aside when he’s questioned, and only then does he notice that Bruce doesn’t appear as pleased as he did before. “Oh man, sorry. I wasn’t looking to interrupt or anything. I was just figuring that–”

                  His guilt is thwarted in lieu of laughter that bursts forth. It’s like a scene straight out of a television show, and he finds himself positively unable to contain his amusement with the situation (as if he’s any better in the self-care department). He nods his head, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “Bruce, buddy, I’m deaf and even I could hear that. I think that much is obvious.” Granted, he has his hearing aides in, but, he consider that he’d still be able to hear that without them. “Yeah, let’s do that. I think Spider-Man mentioned a pizza place ‘round here that he said was really good if you’re down.” Because what else would the man-child who lives off a diet of coffee and pizza suggest?

“No, it’s November, Clint. I just finished them today and you showed up.” He flashes a smile, chuckling to himself about the thought of someone missing Christmas. It’s everywhere, even in mid November and Bruce is the type of guy who protests early Christmas decorations and November Christmas music.

He may not look pleased with himself but Clint’s laugh makes him smile for a few moments. “You’re okay, I’m not that busy.” He really wasn’t, he just likes to make himself look busy. It’s not always a good thing. Grabbing his coat off the back of his lab chair, he turns back at Clint and raises an eyebrow.