#twiicehosts

[ ỻ⎍⋔⏃⋏⌇ ] 《 ◤ WHERE'S YOU FOOD STASH ??? ​​ ◢ 》 Rocket knew him best when he was big and green and easy to perch on. Now he was just another human. Disappointing as it was, it was familiar. He thinks he's spent more time visiting TERRA than he ever spent on HALFWORLD. Muzzle wrinkled as his whiskers crinkled.

Rocket helped himself to anything interesting and scrambled up a table to get closer to Bruce's face. 《 ◤ DON'T HOLD OUT ON ME, MEATBAG. ​​ ◢ 》

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 . / @twiicehosts

❛ look , y' already know all you have to do is ask an' i'll help you with whatever , right ? the big guy intimidates everyone else , but like , you're both YOU , y'know ? @twiicehosts so long as i got two workin' hands and i'm able to help , just ask , man. ❜

"Are you Bruce Banner?"

Eva enters the room alone, though there are two others dressed in black that hang outside in the hallway. One hand rests on her bag while the other give a quick wave. She already knows the answer to the question but she's just being polite.

"My name is Eva Stratt and I am the head of the Petrova Taskforce. Can I have a moment of your time?"

he  was  screaming  for  approximately  sixteen  and  a  half  seconds  before  this      --      all  sorts  of  incoherent  words  and  almost-not-really  curses  and  stuttering  over  what  the  heck  is  he  and  what  is  happening  and  why  are  they  both  packed  into  this  sardine  can  of  a  dormitory  where  the  gravity  feels  really  heavy  and      --      but  then    ...      this  .      the  green  ,      vaguely  humanoid  but  much  larger  creature  ,      speaks  .      he  speaks  ?          he  speaks  ,      and  grace  understands  .

so  the  screaming  stops  .      at  16.71  seconds  ,      the  screaming  stops  ,      lingering  awkwardly  in  the  air  between  one  staring  scientist  and  the  back  of  one    ...      whatever  he  is  .      grace  moves  himself  .      he's  awake  ,      definitely  ,      or  else  everything  wouldn't  feel  so  heavy  .      and  the  tubes  he's  sporting  up  where  the  sun  doesn't  shine  also  wouldn't  be  there  .      he  swears  to  god  he  would  never  dream  up  a  scenario  like  this  in  his  life  .      his  dreams  aren't  this  weird  or  torturous  .

❝        oh  .      uh  .        ❞        this  is  awkward  .        ❝        i  was  scared  .        ...      sorry  . that was rude . i'm sorry .        ❞        this  has got to be  the  most  awkward  apology  he's  ever  issued  .      grace  shifts  with  an  uncomfortable  energy  and  clears  his  throat  .      good  news  :      he's  not  screaming  anymore  .      bad  news  :      the  two  other  humans  that  were  sent  with  them  are  dead  ,      leaving  only  himself  and  a  very  not-particularly-human  person  here  as  company  .        ❝        do  you  know  where  we  are  ?      i  don't  remember  .        ❞

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ PLOTTED .  /   𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .