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mspxpotts‌:

Pepper smiled faintly. “That’s true,” she said. She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead and shook her head. “I’m trying to think of ways to express myself that don’t sound pathetically cliche,” she admitted, with a slight laugh. She smiled again as he spoke, another soft laugh falling from her lips. “I never understood the point of high school relationships, even when I was in high school,” she said. “They just seemed melodramatic to me.”

         ┉ ❝ I’m not exactly in a position to judge your life choices, expressed in cliches or otherwise, ❞ Bruce pointed out. ❝ Besides, isn’t there some cliche about how cliches get to be that way for a reason? ❞ Oh, now relationships he might not understand, but melodrama? He’d accomplished that in spades.  ❝ I think melodrama might be half of the point of being a teenager. It certainly seems universal. ❞ Granted, he’d taken it several steps farther than most. Normal teenage melodrama generally didn’t end with the rest of his life story - for which he was thankful and resentful in equal parts.

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xoxosuperman‌:

This sort of little thing wasn’t something people saw from him as often as most of the other “grand” efforts he was involved in, but it was hardly out of the ordinary for him, so Clark did not have the same bewilderment to the situation as Banner did. There was not job too small for Superman after all.

He got the sense that this meeting was turning out to be slightly awkward for the scientist though, so he did his best to assuage that with his friendliness and enthusiasm. “Oh yes! I most certainly do! I guess this might be surprising, but your research into the capacity of biological material to absorb electromagnetic radiation, and well, electromagnetic radiation in general, has actually helped me tremendously in understanding my own powers.” In general terms anyways. At least in how his uh, cellular battery system worked. But that was still very crucial in him understanding his limits.

         ┉ Wasn’t Superman supposed to be involved in...oh, big, planet-saving things? Not...rescuing ducklings in the park. This was like the Hulk turning up to right an overturned ice cream stand, and Bruce would be having a little bit of trouble believing that this wasn’t some kind of elaborate dream, if it weren’t for the fact that his dreams were never this nice.

         ┉ As soon as Superman (Superman!) started explaining, things fell into place a little more. This was still a surreal encounter, but surreal in a way that he could handle. Probably. ❝ Oh. Oh. Sorry. Most people don’t recognize me on sight from my graduate work. ❞ No, it tended to be because of his probably-ongoing status as a wanted fugitive, a traitor to his country, and possibly a terrorist, if those charges had managed to stick. He was sure they had. He’d lived through a stay of execution, not any sort of real pardon, and any grace he’d had, he figured was probably used up when he didn’t show up to sign on to the Accords. ❝ You...read my thesis? ❞ Superman had read his thesis.

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isaiahrcss‌:

There’s a flicker of amusement that crosses Isaiah’s face as he begins to spread cream cheese on the english muffin that gets dropped off in front of him.  ❝ I suppose PLASTER does add an UNDESIRABLE texture to one’s breakfast. ❞

❝ Luckily, at least so far, the WEATHER FORECAST isn’t calling for destruction. ❞  Of course, now that he’s SAID THAT ––––––– 

          ┉ ❝ And I don’t really need the extra minerals in my diet, ❞ Bruce returned easily. If he was being honest, this breakfast was shaping up to be more fun than he’d expected. Or at least less disastrous, which for him, meant more or less the same thing.

          ┉ ❝ I know I’ve been out of town a while, but they haven’t actually added that to the daily forecast, have they? ❞ To be fair, wholesale destruction was probably easier to predict, statistically speaking, than the weather.

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thundrousheart‌:

Thor offers a sheepish polite smile and a shrug of his shoulders as he hovers just out of orbit of Bruce’s personal space. To his understanding, showing up unannounced was generally frowned upon, but Thor was worried that Bruce would screen his calls, so he asked for a little help from the polite woman downstairs and here they were. Gentle hands held up in surrender, he insists, “One pizza will be plenty, I’m sure. But, er, if you happen to have any tea, I would take some.”

He doesn’t wait for permission to take up half the couch, an ankle crossed over a knee and an arm draped across the back of the seat. Bruce didn’t seem eager to answer any pressing questions with ‘how’ and ‘are’ and ‘you’, so Thor tries, “So, my friend, tell me – does this pizza have pineapple on it?”

          ┉ The thing was that Thor was friendly. He was a people person. He made it easy for Bruce to just keep going about his business, drifting into what passed for a kitchen in the tiny apartment and plugging in the electric kettle, a habit he would have been following even if he hadn’t heard Thor ask about tea a few minutes later. ❝ I only have herbal, but if you want to come pick something... ❞ he offered, letting the rest of the sentence drop off as he pulled out two mugs, both thrifted, each advertising a different charity event that he’d never heard of.

          ┉ Pizza. Pizza was a safe topic, and he latched onto it, relieved that he wasn’t going to have to answer any questions yet that started with how, where, or why. ❝ Mushroom and onion. If someone’s been telling you that pineapple is an acceptable pizza topping, they’re wrong. ❞

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cannedgenius‌:

Tony was very specific when he programmed his electronic assistants. They were his and they did what he told them to do. He wasn’t about to let anyone that he didn’t trust have access to the information they could collect. Which meant Pepper was the only other person who had close to the kind of access he did. “Just wanted to make sure you knew,” he said.

Tony gave a one armed shrug. “I’ve heard the same thing about cooking,” he said. “I’m not any good at that either. I prefer my chemistry in a lab setting. Beakers, flasks, graduated cylinders, you know all that stuff that makes us science geeks feel at home.”

If there was one thing Tony understood deeply it was projecting human traits onto machines. His boys seemed a lot more human to him than their programming allowed for and Tony figured that it was his own mind that filled that gap. Though that didn’t explain JARVIS’s last actions protecting nuclear codes. Not something he needed to think about right now. “It’ll be here waiting for you so don’t worry about that,” he said. It might have been his imagination, but he felt like this was more about a centrifuge.

“Let’s go where you can make your tea and I can get some coffee,” he said. “Then you can let me know what you need and how I can help.” There was no question that he would help Bruce, Accords or no Accords. Bruce didn’t have to ask. If he ever needed anything Tony would help him. There were only a few people that Tony had that kind of policy with and it was for life.

         ┉ Bruce nodded silently. It was a strange, still-uncomfortable thing, trust. He wasn’t used to it. Honestly, he didn’t think he should get used to it. But here he was anyways. It seemed to have happened completely without his permission. Such strange, unpredictable things, emotions.

         ┉ ❝ I think the people who say that have never really done chemistry, ❞ he agreed.  ❝ Unless yellowcake uranium counts as a baked good. ❞ Although to be fair, he’d probably baked a few things with a similar, if not even less stable, half-life. He could fend for himself in the kitchen, certainly. His standards for edibility, however, were fairly low.

         ┉ ❝ Thank goodness, ❞ he murmured with a faint smile. Of course he wasn’t as relieved about the centrifuge as he was about the implied invitation. He hadn’t really been sure of his welcome when he came back, considering...well, everything. He would have found it perfectly reasonable if the building had been locked to him, or if security had turned up instead of his friend. Painful, of course, but reasonable. That it hadn’t worked out that was was still a little bit of a shock.

         ┉ He nodded, and shuffled out of the lab. He’d gotten back into the habit of making himself small, unassuming. It didn’t fool anyone here, of course, but habit was habit, and it was safer not to break this one again. They’d seen where it had gotten them the last time. This time had to be different. This time had to be on his terms, not someone else’s.

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spacecyanide‌:

                      Nebula would always prefer the space but it was not up for everybody. Yet, she could definitely still see the appeal of Earth. She had been to a lot of planets and despite of its size, there seemed to be a lot of things going on, so much that a lot of people don’t even mind a blue cyborg walking around. They’ve seen worse and they are still standing, there was a respect to a certain extent she wouldn’t say out loud. She also knew they would probably wouldn’t stand for that long.     “ At least, it’s wide enough for me to run away from those Green Lanterns. “

                       Apparently, the safety the facility offered was just another way to tell her she would always have target on her back but surprisingly, she could make peace with that. The target has always been on her back all along. Nebula nodded because Bruce was right. No matter how bad it seemed, it was a better treatment than what she got from her father. She was just seeing it now. She was realizing what he wanted was not what she wanted. 

                      “ You mean, when it was useful. “     She scoffed because it was another thing she could relate. How many times did his father used her love and loyal to him for his own twisted plan for the entire universe. Anger started seeping to her again, eyes twitched for a brief moment before she pulled herself out of it.       “ Breaking isn’t always a bad thing. “    Sometimes, you just got to put a hole in wall—or two—to feel better.

          ┉ This was not ideal. Bruce was starting to wonder if maybe by leaving, he’d missed out on a little too much. Now he was stuck with having to play catch-up. Without a doubt, his least favorite game. Oh, he could assume that 'Green Lantern' was a title, not an actual object. That much was obvious. Based on context, he'd guess some sort of police force? But he didn't know for sure, so he gave her an inquiring look, head tilted a little to the side, and asked ❝ Green Lantern? Sorry, I'm not familiar. ❞

          ┉ He’d thought they’d learned better. Hadn’t the Avengers all gotten a valuable lesson in why putting people in cages was a bad thing, back when Loki had used the one made for him against them? Maybe he’d been the only one to process that. Still, it was enough to add a little heat to the constant simmer of anger that he could feel burning in his stomach. No danger of anything coming of it, though. He’d mastered that much, at least.

          ┉ ❝ Yes. That’s exactly what I mean, ❞ he admitted readily. Just going by the look on her face, she was as familiar with the idea as he was. Everybody hated the monster, until a bigger monster came along. He was the only one who seemed to recognize where the biggest monster in the room was. ❝ It is when you get none of the catharsis and all of the fallout, ❞ he muttered. But this wasn’t supposed to be about him.

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tcmpst‌:

”Fair.” Garth admits as he crosses a leg over the other, and glad that no one comments on his lack of SHOES considering the place was across from a popular beach area. His suit only covers part of his feet, but not his toes or heel. He was glad to make a friend up here that was willing to learn, and seems interested in his people. The Atlantean laughs for a moment, as he should have known better. “Well that’s a relief. It gives you enough options to work on regardless. I can imagine, having a variety of skills on your belt comes in handy for multiple situations.” Garth says as he looks across the table at Bruce.

          ┉ It wasn’t exactly science related, but the first question Bruce managed to draw out of the jumble that was his brain came to his lips immediately. ❝ You’ve got a whole ocean to explore. Why come here? ❞ Given the choice, he’d take a solitary patch of seafloor over the city without any hesitation.

          ┉ Options. He wanted to laugh, although he kept his face neutral out of long years of habit. He hadn’t had options in a long time. Everything, anything he did tied back to his biggest, cruelest mistake. ❝ Yeah, surprisingly, being an expert in anti-electron collisions doesn’t really come in handy all that often, ❞ he quipped instead. Pretending to be just the normal kind of genius was disturbingly easy. Then again, he’d certainly had enough practice.

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mspxpotts‌:

[bruce]: I do hope you realize I was joking. 

[bruce]: Although I did love Morgana le Fay when the Old French versions of Arthurian legend in college. Le Morte De Arthur really reduced her role. Shocking. 

[bruce]: You’re my friend and I support you, Bruce. 

[ ✉ :: pepper ]  oh, I realize. [ ✉ :: pepper ]  who would ever have predicted that once again, white men have ruined everything? I, for one, am both shocked and amazed. [ ✉ :: pepper ]  I was going to say that the last thing any of us needs is for me to start filling my lab with rocks [ ✉ :: pepper ] but on reflection, that could be hilarious.

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grdianoftheocean‌:

Kaldur nodded and accepted the explantion, not caring to look too much into it. The man was, as the moment, no threat to him, so he saw no reason to go judging every response he got from him.

“It is no trouble,” Kaldur nodded reassuringly as he stowed away his portable computer and picked up the bag of chips. Those, he still intended to enjoy before some matter of duty pulled him back into the field. “What sorts of questions did you want to ask me?” There was a pop as he ripped open the chip bag, followed by a patient crunch at the Atlantean awaited for the stranger’s inquiry.

          ┉ Shockingly, luck seemed to actually be with Bruce today. Either that or this was an elaborate set-up. Jury was out. He hadn’t gotten this far in life by just giving up on paranoia at the first sign of things going right.

          ┉ Which didn’t stop him from sitting down. Paranoia, he had covered in spades. Self-preservation, less so, and it only got worse when he was in the pursuit of science. Identifying those negative traits about himself didn’t mean he’d ever been able to do much about them. ❝ Thanks, ❞ he murmured. ❝ I was...your physiology. How do you adapt to the pressure differential? If you know. ❞ Maybe there was something usable there. Some way he could adapt.

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cannedgenius‌: 

Tony wasn’t very good at relating to most people. He was used to giving people a hard time and making jokes because that was how he managed. “Well make sure you dumb it down several notches for them,” he said. “The fact they thought it was an idea worthy of being put in writing is just embarrassing.” The particular model that was being discussed wasn’t exactly in his chosen areas of study, but he understood enough to see the flaws. “You need to do this in service to science, Bruce.” It made him happy to see Bruce doing this kind of thing and he hoped it would last for at least a little while.

     ┉   Bruce hummed thoughtfully, not really processing what he was hearing while he focused on adding a few more words, then removing them again. Eventually, it sank in, and he looked up with a slight frown.  ❝ You’re encouraging me. Does that mean I should be be reconsidering this? ❞ It wasn’t like they had the best track record for good decision making, although as far as it went, this certainly seemed more benign than certain past examples he could think of. ❝ Is this going to end in dinosaurs again? ❞ He couldn’t draw an immediate connection, but that was the kind of mistake a person only needed to make once.

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mspxpotts‌:

[bruce]: I didn’t say witchcraft, I said witchiness. There’s a difference.

[bruce]: Well, I don’t judge. 

[bruce]: At least not you. I judge other people for different things. 

[ ✉ :: pepper ] I feel like the difference is pretty negligible. [ ✉ :: pepper ] thank you for not judging me. [ ✉ :: pepper ] but if i ever inform you that i’m a witch, i feel like judgment would be justified.

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tcmpst‌:

While not liking to share his time with dolphins he does like talking to turtles instead. They’re great listeners, and give some solid advice when he needs it the most. It was interesting growing up to let go of his FEAR enough so he can try to get closer to the wildlife. “No need to apologize — I know it’s a lot to wrap your head around.” He says this with a smile even.

English wasn’t the man’s first language, but he knew enough so he wouldn’t get lost and carry on a conversation. Some words escape him, but luckily he made the right assumption. “I figured, but it’s pretty spot on.” Garth laughs as he finds a table, leaning back in his chair. “If you have so much to do then I can see how you’d be avoiding trouble. Although it can still find you even if you aren’t looking for it in my experience.”

     ┉  ❝ That isn’t exactly it, ❞ Bruce explained.  ❝ It’s more...thinking of everything, all at once. ❞ It was just how he worked, and he was used to it, but it didn’t make a linear conversation where he couldn’t just throw all of his ideas out at once any easier. However, the lure of new information was enough to make him persevere.

     ┉ Now there was an understatement. Trouble tended to be able to find him no matter where he went, usually because it was actively seeking him out.  ❝ I don’t actually have to work in every field at once, ❞ he clarified.  ❝ I just never made up my mind about what to be interested in. Comes in handy to be able to do a little bit of everything. ❞ Got him into plenty of trouble all by himself, too, but that wasn’t something they really needed to talk about.

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY GROUP CHAT ASK MEME || @bahrnes

❛ Thick thighs might save lives but they do not save cost on pants. ❜

      ┉  ❝ You're not wrong. ❞ Which was exactly why Bruce was mending this pair.  ❝ Except for the life-saving front, more often than not. ❞ Suddenly, he gave Bucky a suspicious look.  ❝ Hold on. This isn’t another one of those memes, is it? Because I have had enough of those. ❞ If, at this point, he was doomed to always be the person in the room who understood the least pop culture, he was going to give up.

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY GROUP CHAT ASK MEME || @cahrter

❛ No, I want to be insulted in ways that won’t hurt because I don’t understand. ❜

      ┉  With raised eyebrows, Bruce said mildly, ❝ Sorry. I'll remember that for the next time I'm insulting you. ❞ Which would hopefully be never, because avoiding conflict was an old, comfortable habit. Not that he couldn’t give as good as he got, and better, when the situation called for it. At the moment, it was his opinion that bluntness was called for, to see if he could figure out why he was being bothered.  ❝ Did you need something? ❞

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY GROUP CHAT ASK MEME || @mspxpotts

❛ Me : senses witchiness and appears ❜

[ ✉ :: pepper ] you know that saying the word ‘crystals’ doesn’t immediately make something witchcraft. [ ✉ :: pepper ] and i know that you know that. [ ✉ :: pepper ] i am not a witch, pepper. and that is absolutely not a sentence i planned to type today.