Natasha paused for a moment, taking in her options. There were two in her mind. Wait or move. She went for the latter. Trying to act as quickly as possible she shifted silently along the side wall, hoping to cut the other person off at the elevator. Her moves were quick ad decisive even with her tired mind. Nothing would slow down the Black widow if she didn’t want it to. Her mindset and procured skills allowed that for her. She may hate the red room and everything it did to her - of what she can remember - but it was undeniably helpful in moments such as these.
She slipped easily in front of the groggy Bruce Banner, a little surprised by the fact he was in the training room. But based on the state of his appearance he was more sleep deprived than she was. “What’cha doing down here, Doc?” She asked softly, hopefully not startling him too much. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the training room before - not that you can’t or don’t come here… But I frequent enough, I’d probably know if you came here.” Not that she could blame him for not wanting to. He was a doctor, he save people. He didn’t train to fight in combat like the rest of them.
Bruce jumped, startled by Natasha’s sudden presence. It was like she had appeared out of nowhere. He supposed she had been trained to be able to do such things. He adjusted his glasses on his face and tried to gather himself after the initial shock. He smiled at the redhead in front of him.
“Oh, I, um,” he stammered, embarrassed about his little detour. “I must have pushed the wrong button in the elevator. I was on my way up to bed,” he finally clarified. He shifted his glasses again, it was a nervous habit he had developed when he was younger. He shoved his hands into his pockets to avoid any more fidgeting with his hands. “Yeah, I don’t usually come here. At all,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Although, I could ask you the same question. Isn’t it a bit late to be down here?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought everyone was asleep,” he added as an afterthought.
Did you get a chance to explore?
Um, I was in the lab for a bit. It’s great.
I haven’t really looked around anywhere else, though.
“It’s part of me now, not just armor. It’s a… terrible privilege.”
”But you can control it.”
“Because I learned how.”
Hey sorry I haven’t been on a lot. I’m getting to replies now!
Natasha slowly edged out of the room she was staying in currently. Living in Stark tower had its ups and downs. The pros, she could easily get to the training rooms here and use them whenever - and usually she could go undisturbed. Most of the time no one would even know where she was - though JARVIs could help with that. She looked down the hall and walked easily to the elevator.
Tonight was another night she tossed and turned in sleepless frustration. After a couple hours she’d given up entire and decided to make her way to the training room where she could at least get some practise in. As the elevator dinged open, she peered around the corner, checking to see if anyone was nearby. Natasha had grown accustomed to working out alone lately. Working through her frustration, her anger, everything in her life. The sound of the elevator caught Natasha’s attention. She quickly dodged behind a nearby wall. She didn’t expect anyone else to be awake so late.
Bruce woke up and looked around him. He rubbed his eyes before blinking a couple times, trying to focus. He had fallen asleep in the lab. Again. He was getting into the habit of working until he actually couldn’t anymore, and then just falling asleep with his head on the worktop. He fixed his glasses on his nose and checked the time. It was late. Or really early, depending on how you look at it. He stood up slowly and stretched his arms out.
He made sure all the equipment was switched off and left the room. He walked down the hall to the elevator. It was quiet in the tower now, everyone was in bed. He stepped into the elevator and pressed a button without really looking. He let out a slow yawn as he waited for the doors to open again. When they did, he stepped out into the hall. He started walking and stopped suddenly. He turned his head and looked around. He had gone to the wrong floor. This was the training room. He shook his head and made his way back to the elevator. This a sign you need a good night’s sleep, Banner he thought to himself.
Well look who showed up!
Knew you’d cave in eventually.
Welcome to candyland!
Well, thanks for letting me stay.
Bruce awoke with an excruciating headache after the battle. His whole body was sore and his muscles felt as if they were burning. He groaned. He was in a room he didn’t recognise and he noticed he’d been dressed in clothes that were slightly too big on him. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, they stung with the exhaustion.
He stood up and looked around him. The room was decorated with modern furniture and different gadgets he hadn’t seen before. Stark. He remembered now. Tony had offered him a place to stay the night. He walked to the window and looked out at the city below him. The city lay in ruin. Most of the rubble had been moved away to the sides, away from the roads. The streets were filled with people. Some were helping with the work, trying to rebuild their city, some just observing.
He actually couldn’t remember most of what had happened in that battle. That’s what usually happened when The Other Guy took over. But they had won. They had defeated Loki and things would start to go back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be. Bruce sat down on the edge of the bed. He would have to decide what his next move would be, but for now, he just wanted to sleep.
Bruce Banner | Mark Ruffalo | The Hulk | RESERVED
Dr. Bruce Banner is a mild-mannered scientist who was hired to replicate the Super Solider(that made Captain America decades before) for the US army. But, with a high exposure of gamma-radiation instead of vita rays, turns into an uncontrolled green-skinned rage monster known as the Hulk. Now, fearful of the damage that the Hulk could inflict, Dr. Banner chooses to live a discreet life in remote parts of the world, working to cure the sick and help the poor while trying to elude those who would take advantage of his ability to change into the enormous, green menace. Banner, driven to the brink once supposedly took out a gun and tried to shoot himself in the mouth. He transformed into the Hulk and spit out the bullet.
When a mounting threat calls for Banner’s specialized scientific expertise in gamma radiation, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury recruits him, knowing full well that the incredible strength of Banner’s alter ego, the Hulk, would also be an asset to The Avengers.