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thisavrou_log2016-06-22 05:24 pm
arcreact) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-22 05:24 pm
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Who: Bruce Banner + assorted Avengers
When: 6/20, following this broadcast
Where: Moro #017
What: Lectures.
Warnings: LECTURES.
[ Pissed doesn't quite cover the watercolor of emotions Tony is currently experiencing. This is the final stress-straw in nearly a month's worth of them. Now they have to worry about being boarded and murdered by a bunch of angry genocide-refugees, and frankly, preventing Banner from adding to that body count had not been on his to-do list. Handing Banner to the Caducians means two things for sure: a very angry Hulk ripping through the enemy ship, and then possibly the Moira. A rational Bruce Banner would have figured that out already.
But, naturally, Bruce is not being rational about this.
After sending out the message (and securing a box of tranquilizers from his well-connected roommate), Tony re-convenes with the others outside the lifts of the Moro deck. He passes the box of tranqs to Nat, wordlessly, figuring she'll catch on quick enough. From there it's a short walk to Banner's private room, where they'll be letting themselves right in. Slamming in is probably more accurate if somebody else lets Tony be in charge of the "knocking civilly" part, for some reason. (Spoilers: there is no knocking.)
Bit out angrily once they're inside, like a month's worth of frustrations have finally hit their saturation point: ]
That cross isn't a good look on you.
[ Enjoy a group of Avengers crowding in your doorway, Bruce. ]
When: 6/20, following this broadcast
Where: Moro #017
What: Lectures.
Warnings: LECTURES.
[ Pissed doesn't quite cover the watercolor of emotions Tony is currently experiencing. This is the final stress-straw in nearly a month's worth of them. Now they have to worry about being boarded and murdered by a bunch of angry genocide-refugees, and frankly, preventing Banner from adding to that body count had not been on his to-do list. Handing Banner to the Caducians means two things for sure: a very angry Hulk ripping through the enemy ship, and then possibly the Moira. A rational Bruce Banner would have figured that out already.
But, naturally, Bruce is not being rational about this.
After sending out the message (and securing a box of tranquilizers from his well-connected roommate), Tony re-convenes with the others outside the lifts of the Moro deck. He passes the box of tranqs to Nat, wordlessly, figuring she'll catch on quick enough. From there it's a short walk to Banner's private room, where they'll be letting themselves right in. Slamming in is probably more accurate if somebody else lets Tony be in charge of the "knocking civilly" part, for some reason. (Spoilers: there is no knocking.)
Bit out angrily once they're inside, like a month's worth of frustrations have finally hit their saturation point: ]
That cross isn't a good look on you.
[ Enjoy a group of Avengers crowding in your doorway, Bruce. ]
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Which he really isn't, but then one would hardly call rational to a guy who thinks that trusting someone's word that they won't try to attack him or hurt him in any way is a good idea. Or handing himself over, even. But Bruce is only seeing the disaster that will happen if he sticks around, if he hides himself behind the notion of a crew or a group rather than own up to what happened in Caducus Primary.
The Caduceans are grieving and they're angry, rightfully so. They want retribution but not everything needs to follow a law of equivalent exchange. The crew of the Moira, for the most part, is innocent on what happened; Bruce is kind of hoping that the Caduceans will see that and accept him and the punishment he's willing to pay.
His trip from the department to his room is a quick one. He knows what Tony's silence means and he doesn't want to stick around for much longer, at least not where he can easily find him. But... he also can't just leave. With Trish stuck in cryo, he can't exactly say his goodbyes as he would like (and were he being rational right now he would see that her absence is also tainting his judgment on all this), so in his room he gets pen and paper and puts thought and feeling to it. Mostly feeling.
He's just done tucking the envelope with the letter underneath a framed picture of the two of them on her nightstand when the door pretty much slams open. Genius move not locking it up, Banner— but then it's a mechanical system and he's pretty sure Tony would've unlocked it in no time. ]
What's this, a surprise party?
[ There's a slight defensive bite to his tone, but no surprise whatsoever. Whatever anger and frustration there is in Tony's voice, it's pretty easily ignored by Bruce. And yes, he still thinks he's doing the Right Thing. ]
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Arms cross as she pops a hip, giving him a little smirk as she tilts her head. ]
Yeah, we're here to celebrate you and a fucking stupid decision. Surprise! [ There's even a half-hearted gesture with her hand for added effect to go with the sarcasm laced words. ] I was gonna bring party hats, but we're all out. Guess you'll just have to settle for our happy faces.
[ Hi Bruce. ]
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It's really no surprise that Bruce is trying to do this, but it's not the right call and she knows that. She's made so many difficult decisions in her life that she knows she could do this, too, if it was. As it stands, she very much doubts that the sacrifice of Bruce will save anyone else. Even if she detaches herself emotionally from the situation, the Hulk could be used as a weapon and the last thing they want to do is hand that over. It's not as if no one's ever used Bruce as a weapon before.
She stays silent at first, but the look she shoots Bruce should be enough to let him know that she's not going to let him do this. ]
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Good reason to keep her in his field of vision right now, make sure she doesn't get too close. He looks to Jessica at her sarcasm-dripping words, frowns deeper, glances at Tony and Natasha again. ]
What is this, then? Do you really think you can stop me? [ The idea is almost laughable, when they know what Bruce has inside of himself. ] You know that wouldn't go well for anyone.
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Still, despite the threatening assortment of people and Tony's obvious anger, it's clear from his posture that he's not interested in a fight. At all. ]
Oh, I dunno. I think it'll go just fine if you just agree to stop being an idiot and back down.
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Daisy stays quiet until Tony speaks up again, and finally Daisy figures she has to say something.]
This is for your own good, Bruce. They know what you can do, do you really think they won't take advantage of that? You'd be putting yourself and everyone else in danger.
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[ He'd sooner kill them all, which— okay granted, he can see how that would end disastrously. But also, at least that way the Moira would be safe, and if he has to drown himself in the guilt that would undoubtedly come with killing what few people are left from Caducus Primary, then so be it. Better than to see the people on this ship forced to engage in a battle with them for what he did. ]
You're not changing my mind. I'm doing this and you're not stopping me. [ Said with almost too much certainty, and with that he starts to make his way towards the door. No, he doesn't seem to particularly care that the group's practically built a barrier between him and the way out. ]
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[ Jessica's not the coddling type. She has no interest in treating him with kid gloves. Yeah, he's dangerous, but he's not the only one. She hasn't moved from her position, still watching him with sharp eyes and a slightly unnerving clarity given she'd kept herself on high alert since this whole mess started. His words strike a nerve, though, her tone a little sharper than it might have needed to be. A kneejerk reaction that's laced with history.
She sees him moving, hoping that a single name might be able to at least halt him enough for tranqs to possibly come out. The words rush out as she balances her weight on both feet - ready to physically hold him if this doesn't work. ]
Think of Trish, Bruce. Don't do this. You know as well as I do that she'd be fucking irate right now if she knew what you were planning.
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No. You know what? She would be, but she's not here, is she? And maybe she'll hate me for it when she wakes up [ if she wakes up ] but at least she'll be alive to feel that way, and you can bet I'll do anything to make sure that stays the case. Anything.
[ There's a kind of tension to him when he speaks, not out of anger exactly but there's definitely something unpleasant there at having Jess use Trish of all arguments, as if that would make Bruce stop and give up on the very plan that would keep the woman he loves safe. As if his sacrifice wouldn't be worth it if it saved her life, along with the lives of all the other people on the ship— in this very room. ]
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You're assuming that they'll stay true to their words. That they aren't just gonna wipe us out once they get what they want. Doesn't do you much good to throw yourself under the fucking bus if you're the only one playing by the rules.
[ Trust was a funny thing, especially when it involved other parties. Maybe it was just her job back home feeding this, life experiences... But people lied. ]
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She focuses on everyone, filing away a lot for later. It's not as if they won't have time for a chat later.
Once he starts to get agitated and Jessica's got his attention, she knows it's time to act. There's no hesitation in her movement as she raises the tranq gun and fires right at Bruce's bicep. ]
You can continue this discussion later.
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Before he gets to, though, there's a sudden prickle on his bicep, not too painful but strong and sudden enough to get his attention. He winces, a hand lifting to his arm, feeling around until he can feel the dart, then he yanks it out.
He looks from it to Natasha, who's talking to him, gun still in hand, and his eyebrows knit in some mix of confusion and rapidly fading anger. ]
Wha-... [ He doesn't manage much in terms of coherence (or consciousness) when the tranquilizer's quick to take effect, and the next second he's blinking heavily, failing to cling to any sense of balance, letting out an audible and unrestrained exhale as he basically collapses right against Jess. ]
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She waits until he's actually on his way towards her to catch him, keeping him upright before shooting a look over her shoulder. ]
Where are we taking him?
[ It'd be easier to throw him over her shoulder once out of the room, so she'd like to figure out which way to point herself first. ]
U BEAT ME BY 2 SECONDS
Tony doesn't intervene, doesn't move one way or another, just lets Nat do her thing. Jessica can handle the distinctly human-sized burden, anyway. ]
That was fun. [ Tony claps his hands together, like all of this is Fine. Even if he's finding this particularly distasteful, it's still the best possible outcome. No Hulk incident, and no Banner flinging himself into the Caducans' dubiously waiting arms. ] Cargo bay, was it?