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cape_kore2013-12-03 05:17 pm
greenisnteasy) wrote in cape_kore2013-12-03 05:17 pm
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Bruce Banner | 014 | Video
[ When Bruce wakes up in his room, he instantly recognizes the type -- official, un-welcoming, the opposite of homey -- and he's instantly on edge, thinking he must've had an incident and -- he hopes, God, he hopes -- SHIELD nabbed him and put him in a containment facility for a while. If it isn't SHIELD who's grabbed him, if it's Ross or some other organization out there, he's not sure what he's going to do, but punching his way out might have to be on the list.
Once he turns on the phone left for him, though, he realizes. Dear God.
How could have forgotten this place? It's coming back to him now; he's only been at home a few days, New York is still repairing itself from the Chitauri attack, but Bruce had almost spent three months here before. Tony, Lydia, Jesse, Kenzi -- it's all coming back, but it's like a dulled ache, as if it's been a long time since he was here, when it can't have been.
And where even is this place? Apparently it's the Cape, but when he last left this place, they were in houses and there was an ocean.
He flips on the phone to send a message. His expression is soft, worried, sad, though he's trying to cover it up with a thin smirk, as usual. ]
So... I think I missed something from when I was here last until now. [ He smiles a little wider. ] What happened to the abandoned houses? They were a little eerie and invasive, but I liked finding random boxes of knitting in the bottom of the closets. This room is a little lacking in personality.
[ He gets a little more serious now. ] Tony, are you still here? Lydia? Jesse? Kenzi? Wallie? -- This is going to start to sound like I'm calling roll. [ He laughs softly, but nothing's particularly funny because he doesn't think it sounds like he's calling roll. It sounds more like he's reading off a list of names of people who've gone missing during a war. He pulls his reading glasses off. ]
I'd appreciate an update. Thanks.
Once he turns on the phone left for him, though, he realizes. Dear God.
How could have forgotten this place? It's coming back to him now; he's only been at home a few days, New York is still repairing itself from the Chitauri attack, but Bruce had almost spent three months here before. Tony, Lydia, Jesse, Kenzi -- it's all coming back, but it's like a dulled ache, as if it's been a long time since he was here, when it can't have been.
And where even is this place? Apparently it's the Cape, but when he last left this place, they were in houses and there was an ocean.
He flips on the phone to send a message. His expression is soft, worried, sad, though he's trying to cover it up with a thin smirk, as usual. ]
So... I think I missed something from when I was here last until now. [ He smiles a little wider. ] What happened to the abandoned houses? They were a little eerie and invasive, but I liked finding random boxes of knitting in the bottom of the closets. This room is a little lacking in personality.
[ He gets a little more serious now. ] Tony, are you still here? Lydia? Jesse? Kenzi? Wallie? -- This is going to start to sound like I'm calling roll. [ He laughs softly, but nothing's particularly funny because he doesn't think it sounds like he's calling roll. It sounds more like he's reading off a list of names of people who've gone missing during a war. He pulls his reading glasses off. ]
I'd appreciate an update. Thanks.