thisavrou_log | ( open ) it's been so long since I've been gone

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( open ) it's been so long since I've been gone

Who: Bruce Banner and anyone
When: April 1st to 3rd, give or take
Where: All around the Moira
What: Bruce comes back after a 3-day nap on a cryo unit, but with over a year worth of memories. From his perspective, it's been a good while since he's been on the Moira.
Warnings: Nudity, an old man accidentally flashing a minor. (Whoops.) Also NSFW for sex in one thread.
( a note: I'm good with both brackets and prose, so just pick whichever you prefer and I'll match! )

WAKE UP; CLOSED TO ZATANNA.

He wakes up with a startle, but it doesn't show. He's just so used to controlling every aspect of himself that when the unit brings him back from his stasis with a jolt, he barely moves. His eyes open, there's a soft silent gasp, but he lies there for a while, letting the cold envelop him little by little, and the memories of his surroundings slowly trickle into his mind.

It takes him a while. It's been over a year since he's been here, and he didn't even remember any of his time here for all the while that he was back in his world. Not even a dream, a ghost of a recollection, just... a complete blank. As if his life had never really stopped, as if he'd never truly been kidnapped into a spaceship on an alternate universe to begin with.

He knew that it was highly likely this is how it would happen when someone goes back home, of course, but one thing is to know or theorize what happens, another thing entirely is to experience it firsthand.

Eventually, he climbs out of the unit, but he doesn't go too far. Still clinging to the edge, cold feet touch the hard metallic floor, his knees nearly giving in under the weight of his own body, and when he glances down, he realizes he's completely naked. Shivering from the cold, little droplets hanging from the tips of his short hair, he looks around, trying to spot some clothes or even just a towel to wrap himself up in.

WANDER; CLOSED TO OBI-WAN.

After the initial shock of waking up, and now wearing a pair of pants and shoes, he's slipped on a hospital gown from the medbay and stepped outside. The objective here is to find his way to his room as soon as possible, to try and figure out what's going on right now, how long he's been gone exactly— who even is around still. He's thinking of a particular someone, actually, but the fear that he won't find Trish's name on the directory is too great for him to even think of checking.

First things first, though: he needs to figure out which way his deck is. All it takes is a couple of wrong turns down a hallway and he realizes he completely lost his way. He's not usually the kind to get lost, but he's ascribing it to the haze in his mind, the disorientation from waking up just a few minutes ago.

He starts glancing around instead, trying to find someone. Hearing footsteps nearby, he walks towards them in hopes that whomever it is, they'll help him find his way again.

REUNITE; CLOSED TO TRISH.

With some details cleared out, some questions asked and answered, and a quick read over the MID and whatever information he can get his hands on, his mind focuses on the next thing to do. He needs to find Trish. He goes back to his room, takes a warm shower and puts on some fresh clothes, feeling marginally better when he steps back outside, short hair and beard both looking impeccable and far less messy than the tangle of curls Trish would normally be familiar with.

It's a strange thing, how this works. He didn't even remember meeting her for that whole year he was gone, but now that he's back here, he realizes just how terribly he missed her, and how scared he is that any memories he has of her can be erased from his mind so easily. It should scare him enough to not want to do anything about it, but it's the opposite, actually. Something about having love and lost, probably.

He distinctly remembers quoting a line from a movie at her that directly relates to the sentiment. The point is, he feels as if he's been given a second chance, and Bruce doesn't get those. Not ever.

The problem is in finding her, though. He goes to her room but it's empty, he tries the radio station but she's not there, he sticks to the most popular areas of the ship, such as the mess hall, the gardens, the recreation room, but she's nowhere to be found. His heart clenches a little in his chest; maybe there's an error in the directory. Maybe she's not really on board, or maybe it's a different Trish Walker. He pushes the crippling worry away, though, and instead starts tapping on his MID, not even looking ahead as he keeps walking down the hallway, much too focused on sending her a text instead.

REACCLIMATE; OPEN.

Bruce used to think getting brought to a spaceship in an alternate universe was the strangest thing to happen to him, but he's quickly revising his opinion. This whole cryostasis experience has been something else entirely, and the sleep part isn't even the weirdest. The weirdest is what's happened on a mental level, and how he experienced over a year of memories in the span of three days.

He has to catch up on some things now, or rather, he has to refresh his memory. He walks the hallways and drops by the most active areas of the ship with curiosity, watching places and people alike, spends hours in the science department rereading files and looking over the work he himself did, slowly filling in any gaps and holes he has in his memory.

Some might have known he was in stasis for the past few days and want to check up on him, some might find the short hair and beard a strange change, either way he looks very approachable no matter where one might find him. Probably even more approachable than he did before.

Or, if he's familiar enough with someone and recognizes their face easily, he might just be the one to go over to them, greeting them with a smile and a hello.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It is definitely a possibility because Trish at least is very distracted at the moment.

"Nice to know you would trust me handling sharp objects around your throat."

It seems like such an incredibly intimate thing to do, and it warms her heart that he would have let her if it was safe

"Of course I would."

And even those he wouldn't, he'd trust them to know that purposefully hurting or cutting him wouldn't end well for anyone. But yes, he's completely sure that that's not the case with Trish, it would never be. She'd never try to hurt him in any way.

He tugs her a little closer, kisses her again, lingering until the lift slows to a halt and the doors open. His reluctance to pull away is short-lived, when he knows that the door to his bedroom is just a few seconds' walk down the hallway.

A few seconds, and then they are inside the door and Trish can't wait for more than a step or so before she turns to kiss him again, eager and happy, somewhat insistent. It feels like she has wanted him for an eternity even though it hasn't really been that long.

Far from him to complain about that. He does let out a sound of surprise when she steps closer again, but he's quick to slam the door shut and wrap his arms around her, head tilting as he kisses her back with little thought and no hesitation to it.

They can talk later, anyway. They'll have plenty of time. Or at least he sincerely hopes so.

She backs him up against that door to press herself against him, deepening the kiss.

Hopefully they will have time for lots of things but she is still going to make the most of every moment they have together.

He doesn't know how he was expecting this to go, but being pushed up against the wall is definitely a surprise. He's a little at a loss of what to do at first, hands hovering and still for a moment, then he presses them into her back and keeps her close, his head tipping and lips parting as he gladly deepens the kiss.

She gives herself a long moment to just explore his mouth, finding the little things that make him hold on to her tighter or even make some sort of sound. Eventually she pulls back, breathless and smiling.

"I figured that shoving you up against the nearest available surface would be satisfying. I love being right."

His head feels light on his shoulders by the time she pulls away, his eyes closing slowly and staying like that while he tries to steady his breathing, one calm exhale at a time. It's a struggle, admittedly, but it's something he needs, to remind himself to always be in control.

"You sure had the element of surprise on your side, at least."

"Should I warn you next time?"

An honest question even though his enthusiastic response seemed to indicate that he didn't mind all that much. Still, it's best to make sure when it comes to these things.

His response should speak for itself, really. Still, he shakes his head, smiling as he lifts a hand up to sift his fingers through strands of her hair.

"No. I like those kinds of surprises."

When they come from her, obviously.

She would certainly hope that he doesn't want everyone on board to surprise him with kisses, that would be a bit much for Trish to adapt to.

"I like that I can give them to you now."

Well in that regard she can relax, he's very much a one woman kind of man. Even if it weren't for the fact that he's faithful and he genuinely believes about caring for and committing to only one person at a time, Trish is almost more than he can handle as it is already.

"I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it a little too much, aren't you?"

Well, as long as it's only almost more than he can handle, Trish is more than fine with being a bit of a challenge. In all honesty it's probably how she likes it.

"Define too much."

No doubt at times it'll be a little more difficult for him to keep up, but if he weren't up to that challenge then he wouldn't have agreed to this. Even when he was reluctant to pursue a relationship with Trish, it never had anything to do with that.

"Taking every little opportunity you have to catch me off-guard and surprise me. That kind of 'too much'."

Luckily it's the kind of 'too much' that he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"Oh, I'm sure an opportunity will slip by me every now and then."

She leans in to softly kiss him again, leaving it unsaid that she's prettty sure that he has quite a few surprises up his sleeves for her as well.

Then she steps away from him to make her way over to his bed to flop down on it, letting out a satisfied groan.

"I've missed you."

Yes, she is talking to the bed.

Oh, he'll certainly try to give as good as he gets, that's for sure. Might take him a while to catch up to her speed, but he'll get there eventually.

He lets her step away from him, hands letting go of her as he subtly licks her taste from his lips. An amused smile shapes up, and he raises an eyebrow just so at her words.

"I can always leave, if you two want some time alone?"

"Your services are no longer required, I have everything I need to be satisfied now."

She kicks her shoes off and stretches out on the bed like a big house cat, smiling mischievously over at Bruce.

Bruce manages to pull off the gravest of expressions there, even if it's obvious by both his reaction and the tone in his voice that he's not the least bit serious about it.

"Alright then," said lightly, he shrugs nonchalantly, then adds before moving to turn around, reaching to open the door. "I'll leave you two be."

"You sure you wanna do that? There's no telling what me and my bed might get up to if you leave."

Yep, she knows that she is sounding remarkably cheesy right now and she doesn't care at all.

He stops just short of opening the door —not that he was planning on actually opening it, obviously—, turning around so he can look at her skeptically.

"Your bed? It's still my bed."

"I think it likes me better."

She isn't making any sort of effort to keep a straight face here, she leaves that to Bruce.

Slowly, he lets go of the doorknob, making his way over to the bed, keeping that straight face throughout.

"It definitely misses me more. I was gone for a whole year."

Not here, sure, but that's just a technicality. This conversation isn't even remotely serious anyway.

He takes a seat on the bed, his hand sinking into the mattress next to her side opposite of him.

"The bed doesn't know that!"

She lets a hand casually come to rest on his thigh, giving him a look that is equal parts friendly and challenging.

"Sure it does. It can sense how long I've really been gone and how much I've missed it."

He props his weight on his elbow instead, so he can lean down and get a little closer to her.

"Can't you?"

And yes, he's talking to Trish now.

See, she was right about him having surprises for her. She wasn't ready for such a smooth turn to the romantic, and she actually feels a bit of a lump form in her throat. She swallows around it, feeling like her voice will come out weird if she tries to speak, but she does anyway.

"No idea what you're talking about."

She knows exactly what he's talking about.

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