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thisavrou_log2015-11-23 11:35 am
hyperkinesia) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-11-23 11:35 am
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( open ) my hands will stain the seas scarlet
Who: Bruce Banner and anyone!
When: A few days after the planet's destruction, once Bruce wakes up.
Where: The cage in the cargo hold.
What: Bruce's coming to grips with the fact that the destruction of the planet is his fault, hiding away in his cage while fully expecting people to come by. Some to blame him, others to say that it's not his fault - neither will really help.
Warnings: Bruce-flavored angst? Dry heaving. Probably a very brief and vague suicidal thought here or there. Nothing much otherwise.
(PS: I am STILL open to people tagging him at the event log, by the way - should anyone be wondering.)
His eyes open into an alarmingly sharp sight.
There's no confusion, no moment of laziness or feeling of rest. It's as if he just blinked - and now he's there again. Except he knows it wasn't just a blink, it wasn't just sleeping either. The memories are as sharp as his sight, and they assault him almost instantly. Screams, cracks, people's faces, yelling, crying, afraid - even the angry ones, even the fighters, they're all scared, all screaming, running. Nothing stops the monster. He just keeps going, and all Bruce sees is those massive green fists, crushing one statue after the other, shards of glass breaking off and spreading all around, a whole planet crumbling down in front of his eyes - and him, trapped on the inside, helpless to do anything.
Everything assaults him at once, his insides twisting and making him sick. He rushes to a corner and doubles over, heaving out air and spit but nothing else comes, his stomach empty.
He wishes his mind were empty too - but no such luck.
Standing up is a struggle. His head is light, and the weight of his body makes his weak knees shake. He feels dizzy all over again, but he tries to keep himself upright for a little longer, back to the wall. He looks around, studying the cage. It's an impressive work, even more so than the one that SHIELD had built, and he can't help but mentally congratulate the team who put it together, especially in such a short time.
The fact that he's locked up doesn't bother him in the least; it's probably for the best, anyway. The Hulk hadn't really fought the confines of the prison, he knows that much - he'd been brought in still frozen, and the moment he thawed, he relinquished control back to Bruce. But he knows that it would likely have held the monster, and frankly Bruce prefers being here rather than anywhere else. At least he doesn't have to face anyone yet.
Left somewhere in the cage, he eventually finds clothes, a pair of plain trousers and a sweatshirt, looking much like pajamas. Funny, someone must've told the crew that the monster was a man - or the man was a monster. People from his world, maybe, or the unsuspecting woman who had watched him turn. Regardless, he just grabs the clothes and puts them on, the warmth of the fabric offering no comfort whatsoever.
Eventually he curls up on the mattress, keeping the covers tight around his shoulders, back facing away from where people could come by and see him. He's not planning to ignore anyone - he knows eventually he'll have to face the consequences of what the monster did - but he's not about to strike up conversation. If people just want to come by and see him, look at him like an animal in a cage and nothing more, then let them. It'd be a relief if he didn't have to actually open his mouth and talk anytime soon.
When: A few days after the planet's destruction, once Bruce wakes up.
Where: The cage in the cargo hold.
What: Bruce's coming to grips with the fact that the destruction of the planet is his fault, hiding away in his cage while fully expecting people to come by. Some to blame him, others to say that it's not his fault - neither will really help.
Warnings: Bruce-flavored angst? Dry heaving. Probably a very brief and vague suicidal thought here or there. Nothing much otherwise.
(PS: I am STILL open to people tagging him at the event log, by the way - should anyone be wondering.)
His eyes open into an alarmingly sharp sight.
There's no confusion, no moment of laziness or feeling of rest. It's as if he just blinked - and now he's there again. Except he knows it wasn't just a blink, it wasn't just sleeping either. The memories are as sharp as his sight, and they assault him almost instantly. Screams, cracks, people's faces, yelling, crying, afraid - even the angry ones, even the fighters, they're all scared, all screaming, running. Nothing stops the monster. He just keeps going, and all Bruce sees is those massive green fists, crushing one statue after the other, shards of glass breaking off and spreading all around, a whole planet crumbling down in front of his eyes - and him, trapped on the inside, helpless to do anything.
Everything assaults him at once, his insides twisting and making him sick. He rushes to a corner and doubles over, heaving out air and spit but nothing else comes, his stomach empty.
He wishes his mind were empty too - but no such luck.
Standing up is a struggle. His head is light, and the weight of his body makes his weak knees shake. He feels dizzy all over again, but he tries to keep himself upright for a little longer, back to the wall. He looks around, studying the cage. It's an impressive work, even more so than the one that SHIELD had built, and he can't help but mentally congratulate the team who put it together, especially in such a short time.
The fact that he's locked up doesn't bother him in the least; it's probably for the best, anyway. The Hulk hadn't really fought the confines of the prison, he knows that much - he'd been brought in still frozen, and the moment he thawed, he relinquished control back to Bruce. But he knows that it would likely have held the monster, and frankly Bruce prefers being here rather than anywhere else. At least he doesn't have to face anyone yet.
Left somewhere in the cage, he eventually finds clothes, a pair of plain trousers and a sweatshirt, looking much like pajamas. Funny, someone must've told the crew that the monster was a man - or the man was a monster. People from his world, maybe, or the unsuspecting woman who had watched him turn. Regardless, he just grabs the clothes and puts them on, the warmth of the fabric offering no comfort whatsoever.
Eventually he curls up on the mattress, keeping the covers tight around his shoulders, back facing away from where people could come by and see him. He's not planning to ignore anyone - he knows eventually he'll have to face the consequences of what the monster did - but he's not about to strike up conversation. If people just want to come by and see him, look at him like an animal in a cage and nothing more, then let them. It'd be a relief if he didn't have to actually open his mouth and talk anytime soon.
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She knows from experience at least that many well-meaning people focus so much on trying to make one feel better that it's unlikely anyone has asked Bruce himself what he wants. Honestly, Wanda isn't sure what to do in this situation, but she imagines listening can't be the worst course of action.
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"It's better that I stay here for a little while." He doesn't mind the cage, and the crew is still recovering from what happened. The planet's destruction, the loss of so many lives - not just the natives', but among their own too. It's probably for the best that they all have some time to come to terms with it all, and having the man who, all things considered, is at fault for all that violence and destruction isn't going to help with that process.
The sentiment in her words isn't lost on him, though. He might not know her very well yet, but he is glad to have someone willing to stand by him. Steve would have, but he's vanished from the ship a while ago, and Tony-- Bruce doesn't even know. He's starting to wonder what's happened to him. If he was on the planet...
He pushes that thought away, smiling weakly at her. "Thank you. I'll... let you know. When I decide to leave here."
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There are many ways in which Wanda can never truly understand Bruce, but in this they are not so different.
"Do you want anything? A book? More blankets?"
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"I'm alright." He falls quiet then, hesitating. It's clear he wants to ask something else, though, and eventually he speaks, though in a tentative tone. "Tony... is he back on the ship? Have you seen him since... since the planet?"
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But she saw him, after the whole thing. After the planet was gone. Tony might not be here anymore, he might have gone back home like Steve did, but it's not Bruce's doing. It's not his fault, the Hulk didn't kill his friend. That's more comfort than she might imagine.
"I'm glad. That he made it out, that is. Thank you, Wanda."
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And here he is thanking her when she has wronged him more than she could possibly make up. She shifts uncomfortably, finally opting to sit on a nearby crate.
Perhaps a distraction? Wanda's been in his head, but she doesn't feel like she really knows much about him. "What's your favorite food? I can try to bring it later..."
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"Shawarma," he says with a small little smile. Probably just for the memory that comes with it, and he could use that. Something good, comforting. "But I don't think you'll find that on board. Just... a burger? That's easier."