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TEAM IV:   KRAVEN

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❝   you guys got this one, right   ??   ........   RIGHT  ??   !!   ❞   with troubled eyes the doctor looks on   ;;   allies flying left and right,  REPEATEDLY  taking to feet in a  combined  effort to make dents in this man with a wardrobe impressively more eccentric than tony’s.   bruce does nothing--   hovers behind,  RELUCTANT...   no weapon in hand   &&   heart rapid with apprehension as  PANIC  sets and seconds drain.     (   TICK, TICK, TICK, TICK...   ) 

the war they’re ensnared in is  PALE  in comparison to the one which wages inside him now.   CONFLICTED--   the big guy would find such a challenge effortless...   LAUGHABLE, and yet he knows...   the   (   potentially permanent   )   CONSEQUENCES  such a choice would result in.   the terrifying prospect, to be suffocated...   locked away   &&   repressed again...   and this time, surely banner would never return...   never have the CHANCE  to see his friends again.   natasha, tony...   it’s this terror which  ENCUMBERS  him, roots him to the earth with shaky palms and DREADFUL indecision.

                                                                        and then........   quiet  RESOLVE.

fear replaced with determination.   COWARDICE with confidence.   ❝   it’s okay.   just...   LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT   ...   ❞   he can.   he has to.   breathe...   exhale.   you can do this, banner.   he angles himself and readies, directing his attention to the insufferable  PRIMITIVE  character ahead.   &&   the  CREATURE  in his bloodstream  bellows, ravenous for freedom.   eager for combat.   glaucous veins wake from their prison, erupting with  INDIGNATION...   he  springs.

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what's one thing you're excited for being back in '73?

              ❝   vintage tech…   still no c64 around in this  DECADE,  but hey, what’s not to like about the revelation of optical   TRAPPING   and integrated circuits   ??    ❞

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when was a time hulk was at peace?

              ❝   hulk like  SWIM…    hulk like  LULLABY…    but not make hulk calm.   hulk  NEVER  calm   !!   hulk always  MAD   !!   ❞

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↖ is now accepting curious anons.

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*leans against wall* u wanna make out *slips and falls down*

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fam.....   after having a few days to process my  UNDYING  love for ragnarok, i thought it would be important to discuss a little bit about bruce’s arc throughout it, as well as where i believe his story in the mcu will take him moving forward. more specifically, what those implications might mean for my  PORTRAYAL  here in this group  !! 

so if you plan on interacting with bruce   //   hulk, or for your character to have any type of relationship with them at all, this is probably good information for you to have, as both will definitely be going through something soon.   aka major changes and suffering from a serious case of  IDENTITY  crisis.

based on some  VERY   subtle clues in the film, taika’s recent comments, and idk the fact that mark has been pushing it for years and practically admitted it’s happening now, i am 99.9999999% certain that bruce and the hulk will be separating   //   splitting   //   diverging paths at some point in the very near future.

it should go without saying that i’m  EXTREMELY excited for the endless possibilities this opens up for each of them in terms of exploring themselves and making individual progress.   for  BRUCE...   wow, i could go on forever about what this could mean for him as a character, and the potential opportunities this could grant him   ??  a chance to prove himself as, well...   himself.   and to have a bit more of a shot at the things he might not have believed he’d ever get a shot at again.   for  HULK...   just...   not to be caught in a continuous power-struggle, for one...   &&   to simply exist   ??  and maybe to have his voice finally heard as his own singular being, not just some lesser-wanted extension of banner.

ultimately, i foresee this arc eventually concluding with bruce and hulk both coming to the realization that they are  BETTER TOGETHER,  and need to work in solidarity with one another to do the most good  //  become the best and most helpful versions of themselves...   but at this point, it’s all up in the air of course.   what i do know is that i’m definitely excited to delve into it and see where it might take them,  ESPECIALLY in the already hectic setting of 1973   !!  not sure exactly when i’ll be getting this off the ground for him, but you might see traces or mentions of it here and there.   it may not happen right away, but just wanted to fill you guys in on my sense of direction for him after everything that occurred in the film   !!

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Bruce Banner cosplaying as Tony Stark reblog if you agree

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slavicshadw:

          he was different. something in his eyes had changed, she’d spent long enough watching him, tracking him, knowing him. she knew the little shifts in him, and she knew that something along the way had pushed him too far over the edge. like she’d felt his pain a million miles away fom wherever he had found himself. he was different but he still spoke with a voice that eased the tension built up in every muscle, unwound her. for someone she knew to be simmering with rage, he was the most calming presence in any room. even now, after all this time. 

              “ something tells me he’ll turn up here like he always does – but no. not not yet. were you with him? ” a frown creased her forehead, she felt a tickle of envy. thor had managed to find him, but thor was a god and she was just a human, broken in two a long time ago, something which never could’ve found him. they’d seen so much since he left. a war amongst friends, betrayal after revelation, secrets unburied and lies choking them, vines around their necks. she couldn’t help but smile a moment. “ i don’t know if it was better or worse down here… ”

                   a pause. “ wait – EARTH. you weren’t on earth? ” it was all she could assume from his words, and the idea of bruce exposed to something unearthly made her skin crawl with anxiety. who was there to talk her down? it was a responsibility she didn’t take lightly, it was her hand pressed tiny to the hulk’s and the knowledge that he voice could remind him that bruce banner was in there somewhere, fighting his way back to her. 

                  ❝   yes...   well——   not  INTENTIONALLY.   he didn’t come with me.   sort of...   ran head-first into the hulk.   ❞   (   yeah, no kidding.   )   &&   under the widow’s surveillance he is able to find a foreign tranquility.   not the burden of scrutiny beneath microscopes clutched by the rest of the world.   no  TORCHES  and pitchforks...   but compassion.   a  RECIPROCAL  one.   elusive, yet tangible.   one that has followed them both, creating tolerance and dripping warmth in various shades of green and RED, since that very first night back in the streets of  KOLKATA.   he’d prefer they go back to then, instead of the seventies, were it a possibility more than a mere illusion   //   pipe dream.   take it back, do it all differently, for her.   for them.   &&   despite the peace she brings, inwardly he’s still heaving through  CORRUPTED  lungs.   bruce knows he has his own self to blame for that——   all his chances swim like sinking ships in the tumultuous tides of their  UNCERTAINTY.   of something that should have been solid...   instead, he drowns, withdrawing, hands lingering, void of purpose in vacant air, rejecting the urge to reach out.   not yet...   who knows what she’s been through   ??   or who she’s been through it with   ??   chances are she doesn’t care anymore.   (   LIAR.   excuse, excuse, excuse.   )   still.   not yet.

❝   SAKAAR.   they’re a little more, uh...   primal, up there.   wasn’t sure if i was ever going to make it out.   i just recently caught up to speed...   when i woke up, the only thing i could think of was——   ❞   seeing you.   ❝   coming home.   didn’t expect it to be under...   THESE  exact circumstances, but...   you get what you give, i guess.   ❞   at the mention of ‘these’, he gestures, a dull nod in the direction of the mansion, the four-dozen superheroes who  INHABIT  it, and of course, the time period.   (   yup, you get what you give, that’s for sure.   and, at his core, all bruce had ever given any planet was, essentially,  DESTRUCTION   &&   RUIN.   )   he wonders, now, what he would say if he were brave enough.   less limited by the restraints of himself, of the  DROVES  of people hovering yards away. 

he does it anyway...   damn it, banner.   lets his  GUARD  down, inhibitions to the wind   (   at least, as much as he can for the moment   )   enough to relax his stance, lean in, soak up her air.   a beat of silence, and then, perhaps too  CAPTIVATED  to think properly, whispers, low and fragile.   ❝   you okay, nat   ??   i was worried about you...   a lot.   are we...   are we  GOOD   ??   ❞

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          warm  hues  trained  upon  glowing  light  of  handheld  device ,   pads  of  callused  fingers  swiping  screen  that  LIGHTS  UP  formulas .     tony’s  outside  in  an  endeavour  to  distract  himself  from  work ,   but  finds  himself  attached  to  his  tablet ,   concentration  unwavering  in  regards  to  work .     looks  up  briefly  to  adjust  trajectory   –   he’d  rather  not  walk  into  something  or  someone  with  his  attention  divided .     and  STOPS .     because  that’s  bruce  banner  he  spies  on  the  stairs  in  front  of  the  mansion .     the  last  he  saw  of  his  friend ,   jolly  green  had  taken  the  quinjet  and  none  of  the  avengers  had  heard  of  him  since .     tony  locks  the  tablet ,   striding  towards  the  scientist .     sits  NEXT  to  bruce ,   lips  twitching  at  the  man’s  words .     “  you  missed  a  lot  more  than  just  MEETINGS .  ”     quipped  easily  enough ,   offhand  comment  to  avoid  more  blaring  and  obvious  questions .

&&   if the  MEASURE of a man is the company he keeps, then surely bruce banner is in trouble.   still seated, stance swings, shifts to convey a rare  EUPHORIC state--   line of sight carefully following the futurists’ every action--   and he knows.   knows that the camaraderie once established cannot be  REFUTED   //  can’t be disproven by OBSTRUCTIONS so simple as time or war or space.   IMMOBILIZED;   caught between the urge to roll his eyes, fire back a snide remark, or rise in a fit of hysterical glee...   he settles for a combination, cheeks desperate to conceal jovial nature, gleaming    &&   shaken by the comfort of sudden  FAMILIARITY.

                            ❝   i probably would have just DOZED off through it all anyway...  ❞

two years later, now sprinkled with grey hairs and teetering further along the brink of  INSANITY,  he can at least appreciate the fact that his own  COMEDIC  timing has improved.   sardonic and smart-ass in style, but since when has that ever offended tony  ??   tony, whose pants were about three sizes too small   (  and voice twenty  DECIBELS  too loud. )  tony, who was, if bruce were to  HAZARD  a guess, very likely the reason behind the current downfall of society as they knew it.   but tony--   the only one, it seems--   to consistently  COMMEND  the achievements of both man and  MONSTER.   tony, tony, tony...  

astounding, how a  RAPPORT  manages to uphold itself in a way that preserves tradition and breeds routine.   routine of banter, which they have already begun to slip into, and of unspoken  MUTUAL  understandings.   ❝   what  CHAOS  have i been lugged into this time   ??    ❞

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i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining 

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two years had passed without word, and natasha had filed through a million possibilities in her overworked mind. that he was dead, that he was hiding again – so hidden that even they wouldn’t be capable of finding him again. how had she not known that bruce had arrived? sucked into the mess they seemed so unable to clean up. she almost felt sorry for him. “  you’re here. ” she had paused in her footsteps, having been coming from the aforementioned meeting carrying a headache and  a pile of recent newspapers.

“ i wouldn’t worry too much, banner. they’re uneventful spare the arguments. nothing seems to get settled on. ” they were all too used to this, so called teams who couldn’t get along, with two many differences setting them so widely apart that nothing ever seemed to solve itself. they worked better under pressure and she knew it, thrown together without a plan and the thread of impending doom. at least that was the way for the avengers. “ i thought you were dead. where did you GO ? ”

❝   natasha   ?!   i, uh——   ❞   with the simple turn of a head, lackluster eyes are stirred to life   //   fires which once raged deep within him REKINDLED...   &&   yet a certain sense of composure is restored as she makes her presence known.   calming...   perpetually calming.   fracturing chains of the VIOLENT inner storms that SWELL, the ones that only she has ever been capable of taming.   she stills it, the manifestation of rage, but desire is the perspiration that nestles in his palms——   a FERVENT desire to allow the words to fly freely, the words that wither, do not dare venture to the air…   ‘   i’m sorry…   ’   and   ‘   i wanted to answer.   ’   and   ‘   can we start over   ??   ’   FLOWERS these words are, and there they remain, unsaid, lilies in a body unyielding, confined by leaden ribcages, never gifted, never to sprout.  

the years have surely ALTERED the doctor——   far more devoid of color, of purpose, of HIMSELF.   and while certain things have might have remained the same, it’s easier to deny that.   to linger in games   &&   in playful commentary, in the portraying of fictitious characters, another dimension where they manage to CONCEAL themselves from the perilous tides of VULNERABILITY.   where they do not give flowers.

❝   wasn’t dead, just...   AWAY.   thor’s not here   ??   he’s better at retelling stories than i am.   ❞    wisecracks aimed at himself, an uneven clear of the throat, and a TENTATIVE smile as he stands.   a cautious step in her direction  //   breathing stalls.   bruce knows he is on the brink of extinction-- that it’s only a matter of time before they need him again, before he’s inevitably talked into it, and his alter ego pal takes PERMANENT control.   &&  more than PAINFULLY aware that he will not resurface when it does happen.   he won’t tell her, though.   won’t burden her by dealing another harsh truth to carry on top of all this...   the mess she is clearly entangled in...     ❝    turns out, earth isn’t the only place meant to EXPOSE me to stress.    ❞   play for laughs, banner...   play for laughs.

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are you scared that one day you'll just go crazy and attack your friends?

❝   i’d like to imagine the other guy knows my associates better than that at this point…   still don’t TRUST  myself, or him.   ❞

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How do you feel about Ross?

❝   which one   ??   very different  SENTIMENTS  for very different people...   ❞

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Ask my muse personal questions, if they lie, the mun will answer it truthfully in the tags

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perhaps, in a way——   at least for the other guy——  sakaar had been a nice retreat.   it’s an INCREDULOUS thought, yes...    but a true one   //   &&   one which dawns on bruce now...   hair disheveled, loitering cautiously by the stairs as UNSTEADY fingers rummage for nothing in empty pants pockets...   AVOIDING contact to the best of his ability.   sure, he was a fighter there.   but he wasn’t a threat to the people he knew.   furthermore, he didn’t have to actually DEAL with those people he knew...   with all of  T H I S.   this planet and all of the   (   literal   )   earth-shattering baggage that came along with it.   he had enough of his own as it was;   the weight of the world was no longer his to bear. 

yet none of that was what DISTURBED bruce most about being dragged back into the thick of it.   1973   ??   he would’ve been around two years old at the time.   fresh out of infancy...   when he was only a human.   when mom was still alive...   just before the christmas when——

impending company DISRUPTS the train of thought   //   mind traveling at light-speed, hands reaching to straighten his t-shirt.   ❝   i know...   missed the meeting...   i, uh...   just...   still ADJUSTING, i guess.   i don’t really have the PATIENCE for those group discussions, anyway.    ❞   hoping it’s received as a joke   (   it only partially is one   )   he cracks a mild grin and allows himself to have a seat on the steps. 

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sunken   //   pallid lids and UNKEMPT, silver strands tell the story of a man who is running on empty.   a man who has seen better days and better places.   (   &&   perhaps far worse ones, too.   )   nonetheless, he stirs restless DIGITS——   violently churning knuckles, a sea of bundled UNEASE——     studies, observes as the witch speaks with such admirable vigor.   he finds the amount of people with which he can relate in the CHAOS of recent days to be minuscule, but wanda’s words ring a  D I S C E R N I B L E  truth...   one he even finds himself nodding along with.   ❝   yup.   my sentiments exactly...   well, not including the whole ‘bring the nation crumbling...   around the ears of people’ thing.   is it just me or...   does that, uh...   sorta DEFEAT the purpose   ??   ❞   hell if bruce knows anymore.   he only knows that he doesn’t want to register, and he doesn’t want to fight.   (   then again, WANTS aren’t something that has ever been particularly attainable for him...   )

❝   either way, i’ve probably done more than enough CRUMBLING.   ❞    self-deprecating humor.   his classic fallback and, as per usual, followed by a nervous chortle...   then silence.    

    a crease between her brows, wanda contemplates slowly && quietly.  every piece of information she learns about this new time, new place, is deeply disturbing.  but the witch’s road brought her here, so she must be needed.  at least that’s what agatha harkness would have her believe.  witches go where they are needed, yes ??  “  to make myself crystal clear, i will NEVER register.  i would rather bring this entire nation crumbling around the ears of whoever would ask me to.  ”  her friends occasionally tell her, in her own world, that she still speaks with the cadences of mutant terrorism.  like she still stands with the brotherhood.  she does not, will never again, but wanda is far from docile && timid in her heroism.