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I'm thinking this'll be a short para. We'll have to skip anyone that doesn't reply in a day, and once everyone replies once, we'll have an order. Haven't heard from Louis (Cullen mun) in a while, though.

He was hunched over a short stack of papers, trying to concentrate on an algorithm he'd spent most of the day trying to perfect, when he felt a familiar weight on his shoulder and a familiar mop of black hair brushed against the side of his neck. The physicist smirked slightly, glancing up at the clock, then looking down at Tony, craning his neck slightly so he could actually see the man resting on his shoulder.

Bruce woke up with a start, gasping and drenched in sweat. Instinctively, he looked to the computer monitor in his room, expecting to see yet another Red Alert flashing across the screen, before he remembered that he hadn't been on the Active Duty list for almost three years. The physicist lay back with a groan and closed his eyes, struggling to steady his breathing. When that failed, he jumped out of bed and, not bothering to change or pull on his boots, left his room.

Instinctively, he headed for the Jaeger storage floor, shivering slightly in the cold as he moved through the metal maze of hallways. He'd missed this. Despite the lateness of the hour and the haze of sleep that still covered his mind, he still knew these halls like the back of his hand. The Tokyo base always was, and always would be home, there was no debating that, not even now as the Costal Walls neared completion, and rumors of the program's shutdown hung like spiderwebs in the air.

When he reached the main storage unit, Bruce leaned against one of the railings, and stared down over the balcony at the Jaegers and their teams. Almost everyone was asleep by this point, and really he should have been too... but nightmares were hard to shake, and in all reality, he felt much better in those few moments when he knew he was really and truly awake.

He heard footsteps behind him, and smiled slightly, not needing to look up to know who it was.

He was uptown when one of the massive canisters exploded overhead. Bruce instinctively flinched at the sound, looking up towards the sky as burning bits of metal and gas came raining down, thick and heavy. For a moment, he could only stare up, like everyone else on the street, towards the smokey cloud as it fell to the Earth. Already the air was growing smokey, and Bruce could feel his eyes starting to burn. Stifling a cough, he turned to run, only to have a piece of the aerosol container hit the ground in front of him. Bruce yelped in surprise and quickly took a step back, then crouched to inspect the thing. Even from where he sat, he could feel the heat radiating off of the debris, but he didn't need to be any closer to it than he was already was to see the letters stamped in red on the metal, even as the heat peeled them away.

HAMMER Ind-

It didn't take a genius to work out the rest.

Bruce ran. Pulling down his sleeve, he clapped one hand over his mouth and used the cloth as something of a barrier to prevent himself inhaling whatever toxic concoction was raining down from the heavens. He looked around only briefly, silently apologizing to the men, women and children around him as the gas overtook them. He couldn't do anything for them now, as much as it pained him to admit it.

He sprinted down the streets of Manhattan, forcing his way through crowds of people and dodging through lanes of traffic. The only things on his mind were staying ahead of the gas, and making it to the Oscorp facilities. Without having to think about it, he found himself reaching for the phone Tony had given him and pressing the Emergency Contacts button.

When he first saw Tony arrive on Titan with Drax the Destroyer, Eros thought he was a robot.