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thisavrou_log2016-07-11 01:17 am
notpatsy) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-11 01:17 am
[locked] Heart of glass
Who: Trish Walker and Bruce Banner
When: After Trish wakes up from cryo
Where: Science department
What: Trish is really upset to wake up and finding that everything is on fire. Figuratively speaking.
Warnings: Will add if necessary
The rational part of Trish is very well aware of the fact that everything being a giant clusterfuck has absolutely nothing to do with her going into cryo, but there are a few other parts that somehow managed to make her feel guilty about the whole thing all the same, as if somehow she could have stopped it all if she had only been around.
And then there is of course just the giant gut punch that is knowing that Bruce was going to leave her. Sure, he might consider it a noble sacrifice but she really isn't in the mood for seeing it that way at the moment. Not after spending hours watching a cryo tank hoping for him to wake up. Not after being torn from sleep by a sudden need to check that he is still breathing because actually he might not be, she could be snuggled up to a corpse because he died and what if coming back is just some sort of cruel cosmic joke and the punch line is that one day the man she loves is going to be cold and dead with absolutely no explanation given.
Her chest is tight with panic and fear and misplaced guilt, and she hates all of it which means it all transforms into anger, and since that anger has to go somewhere she is currently absolutely furious with Bruce.
Talking to Tony was sort of keeping her grounded, but now she is alone with her thoughts and none of them are pretty.
Their room has been turned to glass, of all fucking things, which in all honesty feels like a too damn suitable metaphor for the state of her relationship. This is what you get for loving heroes. You would've thought that she'd learned that by now. Some lessons just can't seem to stick, apparently.
She spots a piece of paper on one of the bedside tables, and she picks it up, even though she is already quite certain that whatever is written there is not going to help her calm down before she goes to see Bruce.
When: After Trish wakes up from cryo
Where: Science department
What: Trish is really upset to wake up and finding that everything is on fire. Figuratively speaking.
Warnings: Will add if necessary
The rational part of Trish is very well aware of the fact that everything being a giant clusterfuck has absolutely nothing to do with her going into cryo, but there are a few other parts that somehow managed to make her feel guilty about the whole thing all the same, as if somehow she could have stopped it all if she had only been around.
And then there is of course just the giant gut punch that is knowing that Bruce was going to leave her. Sure, he might consider it a noble sacrifice but she really isn't in the mood for seeing it that way at the moment. Not after spending hours watching a cryo tank hoping for him to wake up. Not after being torn from sleep by a sudden need to check that he is still breathing because actually he might not be, she could be snuggled up to a corpse because he died and what if coming back is just some sort of cruel cosmic joke and the punch line is that one day the man she loves is going to be cold and dead with absolutely no explanation given.
Her chest is tight with panic and fear and misplaced guilt, and she hates all of it which means it all transforms into anger, and since that anger has to go somewhere she is currently absolutely furious with Bruce.
Talking to Tony was sort of keeping her grounded, but now she is alone with her thoughts and none of them are pretty.
Their room has been turned to glass, of all fucking things, which in all honesty feels like a too damn suitable metaphor for the state of her relationship. This is what you get for loving heroes. You would've thought that she'd learned that by now. Some lessons just can't seem to stick, apparently.
She spots a piece of paper on one of the bedside tables, and she picks it up, even though she is already quite certain that whatever is written there is not going to help her calm down before she goes to see Bruce.
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"I'll live. Probably."
His odds are definitely better than if she'd actually tried to get him off, so.
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Thinking about it that way is kind of sexy, really.
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"You know I'm gonna have to demand you make it up to me later on."
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"And how would you like me to do that?"
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"Are you kidding? I'm not going to get into details now. It'd only get worse for me."
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"I'm sorry, I'm awful. Do you want me to get off you? I think I could move now."
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Her weight does feel wonderful on top of him, and he's pretty sure he's going to feel cold the moment she moves away. Still, despite his words, he nudges on her hips a little, hopefully getting her to get off of him.
"We should— I can lock up the department. So you can go shower and not have to worry about privacy."
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"Sounds like a plan. And then you have to tell me about what I've missed around here."
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Smiling, he gets onto his feet too, blindly patting his way to his office door and poking his head out just long enough to make sure no one else is in the department, then asking JARVIS to lock the door.
There, now they can enjoy some peace and privacy, knowing no one will interrupt them.
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Even a quiet week on the Moira tends to involve some minor disaster or other.
She heads for the shower, trusting that Bruce knows that he is more than welcome to join her should he for some reason feel like he's not entirely done torturing himself yet.