#meanngreen

Carefully balancing a tray of food, Darcy made her way down the hall to what she's decided is her lab. Never mind that Bruce and Jane use it too, it clearly belongs to her. In the few weeks that she's been working there, she tidied up the the place, had somebody in to clean off the surfaces that didn't have an experiment on them, reorganized the file system, and added a mini fridge that Darcy prompted labeled (in every color sharpie she could get her hands on) "REAL FOOD. NO SCIENCE ALLOWED".

The place was starting to look more hospitable, even if she hadn't managed to get Bruce to stop sleeping on the cot in the corner, and actually go use his bed. That was her next battle. Darcy already had her little corner, desk and all. There were some photos up, and a small Iron Man action figure, Clint had gotten her as a joke back in New Mexico. Every morning, between 9am and 10, Darcy made her way downstairs with enough coffee and breakfast to feed more than a few hungry scientists. 

Currently, it was time for a late lunch, and she knew for a fact that one Doctor Bruce Banner hadn't eaten since she brought him dinner the night before. The bagel she had left out that morning had gone uneaten, as well as the carrot snack she tried to force feed. At least he had drank the juice. That had some nutrients in it.  

The cold confines of his lab had once again brought some comforting regularity to Bruce after his social poles had shifted. Yes, for the most part going out the other night hadn't been too bad, there were a few uncomfortable issues that had been brought up but for the most part he'd actually managed to have fun. Not that he'd be caught dead telling that to Tony, good Lord the man might want him to do that twice in a week! Currently he was just barely able to repress a hangover from the (laughably small) amount of drinking he'd done, he was quite sure making an outing once a month was the absolute most he could handle.

With a sigh he returned to his work, and was almost immediately found his mind wandering once more with thoughts of that mysterious Lori woman. He hadn't really spoken to a woman in that fashion since Betty, and he really hadn't any plans on it. It's amazing how the universe just loves to rub your nose in things you can't have. Like normalcy. This was why Bruce felt so comfortable around so many dangerous "unstable" compounds. Like attracted like, which really made Bruce wonder exactly what Lori was hiding if that was the case.

Tony leaned back in his seat, hands crossed over his chest and one leg tucked under him as he listened (or pretended to listen) to some socialite who thought he was a big man for spending all of daddy's cash while not doing anything with his life. Tony was far too preoccupied with the leggy, blue-eyed blonde in the group that was sitting next to him, running her hand up his thigh and also feigning interest in the conversation.

He smirked, knowing it would be way too easy to take her home for the night, meaning he'd certainly live up to his playboy expectation and finally throw himself back in the game after his break up with Pepper, and he was about to suggest they abandon the boring group when he caught sight of a flustered looking Bruce making his way through the crowd.

"Well kids, it's been fun," He said cheerily, patting the young twenty-something on the knee before vaulting over the lounge and making his way over to his distressed doctor friend. The night was still young, and there were plenty of other women he could charm later on. He was just glad to be away from that pretentious conversation.

Clint hummed as he walked, almost bouncing with anticipation down the last set of stairs into Bruce's laboratory, his coat flapping behind him as he walked. Asking him to retrieve Bruce from his lab was a little like asking him to put a square peg in a round hole. Didn't mean he wasn't going to try though, Bruce deserved to have a little fun now and then.

He opened the door into the lab and stepped inside, wrinkling his nose at the various scientific equipment. He needed his space and time alone like everyone else, but Clint had no idea how Bruce managed to isolate himself from everyone so completely. It must have been a lonely life as a man with a time-bomb tucked inside him. 

Total loss of control. He supposed he could sympathise, in an odd way.

Frowning, Darcy tried to remember the map of the Tower she had in her rooms. She was already on the last floor (and god, did her ears pop on that elevator trip) so Doctor Banner's lab should be just around the corner. 

"Right," she muttered, "because wandering around in the basement of an eight thousand story building isn't how horror movies start. Of course not. "Yes!" There was the door. "Finally."

Character: Bruce Banner First Movie: ...Can we please just say The Avengers? XD Appearance: [X] Personality: Bruce is a quiet man with a slightly fatalistic and sarcastic sense of humor. Rather reserved on the surface, it's not difficult to see that the man has the nature of a kettle attempting to keep itself from boiling over. Constantly afraid of lashing out as his alter ego and harming others, Bruce tries to keep his emotions under control which often makes him seem distant to others. He's not particularly used to working in a team, but he's decided to put some faith in the crew he's operating with now...maybe they can help keep the "Other Guy" in check. Weapons/Powers/Abilities: Bruce himself is a scientific genius with a background in the field of gamma radiation. Should he release the Hulk, his physical prowess skyrockets giving him almost complete invulnerability, terrifying strength, and his brawn increases exponentially the angrier he gets.  Allegiance: Good/SHIELD Sample Paras: 

No matter how many floors Tony added onto the place, the Tower was still just another prison he'd been forced into. Sure, it was a prison where he could spend a week exploring and still find new rooms but it was a prison nonetheless. At the very least it offered plenty of places to hide, which was exactly what Bruce was currently doing in one of the labs. 

He'd been working on some formulas to try and help keep his 'little problem' in check, but as per usual wasn't coming up with anything of actual value and he was getting frustrated. Removing his glasses he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and started slowly pacing back and forth while mumbling aloud different variables. That was when he heard it, the almost inaudible whirr of mechanical parts moving coming from the corner of the room's ceiling. Almost mid-stride he stopped and took a step towards the camera that was perched there...how on earth had he missed it?

"So, I can't even hide in here can I?" He asked the machine, not particularly expecting a response, but he couldn't help but smile slightly as the camera moved up and down in an affirming nod. Crossing his arms he dared to let loose a little laugh, "I'm amazed you guys don't have any armed guards escorting me around, don't tell me you're afraid to get too close?" The camera paused for a moment before it repeated its nodding action. Bruce's smile almost instantly evaporated before he put his glasses back on and replied simply,

"Good."