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Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

There was a lot of guarding happening shallow breathing - presumably to try and avoid the pain of a deep abdominal wound - keeping all of her body under the blanket, closing her eyes to block the world out. It added up to a lot of pain and Bruce, as ever, was caught between wanting to study someone's expression and wanting to avoid eye contact - he didn't know what it was, he'd just always had a problem maintaining it, preferring to keep his glasses scooted down his nose enough that it was an excuse to look anywhere else. He needed them to read, but they served just as well as a prop for the asocial. But even without eye contact or copious face-exploring, it was easy enough to gauge that she was in pain - being stabbed didn't tickle. I don't, Bruce said, knowing what she was getting at, I used the last of it out at - he nodded in the direction of Smokey Mountain but then realized it was the equivalent of a non-sequitur. Everyone in his life at that point was someone who lived in Smokey Mountain or knew him as a local doctor, they were people aware of where he spent all of his time - she wouldn't know that, he was just accustomed to the opposite, I don't. he repeated lamely, I'm sorry. The most I can offer you is a cup of tea and a pillow to scream into, though I don't really recommend the latter right now, it would expand your diaphragm and - uh, hurt. He gestured, both hands out, a nebulous kind of physical apology before dropping them down again. He took a seat on the edge of his coffee table, which was just a formal title for the wooden crate he had salvaged, resting his hands on his knees, as relaxed as a marble statue. I did. Yeah. Someone found you on the - he pointed towards the hallway. It occurred to him that authorities should be called, but Bruce trusted cops about as far as he could throw - no, that metaphor didn't work, he could throw them pretty far. He didn't trust cops, not least of all because he was technically on the run and had been for a long time. - is there someone I should try to get into contact with for you? he asked.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

Yeah, Bruce said, nodding vaguely at her mention of it already hurting , he gestured in the general direction of her midsection, Yeah, it already hurts because you were stabbed. He said it in all earnesty, but an instant later it registered that it might not have been the most tactful approach to the whole thing - it was just that people didn't always remember what had happened to them when they came out of it. He didn't, most of the time. Usually he couldn't even figure out the time of day. He listened to her explanation a mugging. It had been his second guess, his first and his knee-jerk one was a domestic dispute, that maybe she'd crawled from another apartment to get away from the guy with the knife, either just aiming for distance or aiming herself in the direction of the place known by all the neighbours as the one with the doctor in it. He hadn't wanted to ask in the off-chance she didn't want to tell - sometimes it was like that, a runner would come to his door and bring him to who needed him, and it would be a bullet wound or a knife wound and the story was always that there was no story. Sometimes people didn't want to talk and he could get behind that, he often didn't want to either. Go easy on yourself, it's the guy with the knife who should get berated, right? he said, looking down at his feet, searching for something he could say. This was where he was meant to have a bedside manner, but it wasn't something he'd ever needed to develop - chemicals didn't need comforting and cells didn't need kindness, A guy jumped me for my wallet a few years back and I went fetal, I swear. Like a - a shrimp. Great job, Banner. He glanced around himself at her question, then got up and went to the entryway of the apartment, picking up the black jacket that had simply been dropped on the floor, stripped off of her while she was brought in. Yeah, here. he said, approaching her with it, handing it off and reaching up to drag the collar of his sweater back into place where a bad day at Smokey Mountain had gotten it stretched out - people in pain got grabby sometimes, Though I'm not sure I'd suggest - he hesitated, - doing anything, right now. You're gonna want to stay in place for another twelve hours or so unless you get carried home at this point, not least of all because - he pointed, The gauze is going to have to come out and that's an open wound, and I really don't advise trying to change that yourself.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

There was nothing graceful about it when someone snorted but Bruce had personally - privately - always been fond of that kind of laugh. Laughter could be pretty but it wasn't really meant to be, so he couldn't help the slightest upwards curve in one corner of his mouth, though it didn't linger for long. Or a chiton. Bruce supplied he might not have been the best at comforting, but zoology was one of his fortes, though it occurred to him an instant later - as it sometimes did - that it wasn't everyone's, so he added, his voice going a little quieter, It's a mollusc. And anyways, shrimp are pretty friendly, they don't do - anything. But I guess it's hard to be malicious when your brain is only a few cells. and there he was, comparing himself to one. You can berate him from a distance, just talk about him behind his back. he suggested, monitoring her movements for a moment to make sure she wasn't doing too much, then his eyes flicked to the blanket at her quiet request and flicked immediately away, as though to supply her with further modesty, though she was already covered. I'll find something. he said, heading to the bedroom, opening the closet and picking through the contents he retrieved a button-up, his standard fare, and recognized it as the bright blue one he had worn the last time he was at Stark Tower, one from the supply of clothing Tony had insisted on gifting him with. He couldn't argue at the time, what he'd gone there wearing had been clothing he'd gotten from a caretaker in an abandoned building, things he'd pulled from a lost and found. The shirt, like so many of his other clothes, had the care-worn look of something that had been washed enthusiastically, the combination of basic supplies and the need to make sure everything was sterile. He came out with it neatly folded, though the fabric had long ago softened enough that there was hardly a point. It'll be a little big on you. he said, But it'll - he gestured cover. Just, you're going to have to let me help you get it on - you can't put too much tension on your abdominal muscles for a little while, so sitting up isn't really an option.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

He couldn't force anyone to do something they didn't - - okay, he could force someone to do something they didn't want to, including not getting up after he expressed they shouldn't, but he wouldn't force it. He knew that people were willful and they would do what they wanted in the end - it wasn't so much jaded as just the way people were. After he had treated someone, their future was out of his hands - he could only stop the bleeding or get rid of the infection or advise against certain behaviours, but there was nothing he could do when people decided to be stubborn. She was propping herself up and he wished she wouldn't. He grimaced slightly, sympathetic pain as she brought herself up on her elbows. He dropped down onto his knees beside the couch and maneuvered one sleeve over the hand closest to him, dragging the back of the shirt up to create a barrier between his palm and her back to avoid direct skin-to-skin contact and using it to support her enough that he could tug it up her arm. He knew to keep his mouth shut, but he'd seen her earlier when he'd been fixing her up - there were a lot of scars, which had been consistent with his theory about domestic violence, but her explanation had offset the assumption. Of course, he knew from observation that people who had been through that kind of thing often came up with other explanations, anything to avoid talking about it. Sometimes it was shame. Other times, fear. He wasn't going to ask. He told himself it was none of his business. Keep your mouth shut, just help her get dressed. Do your job, monitor her until she's stable, and get her out the door. It was already the longest he'd had anyone in his place before, not that he considered it sacred grounds. The fact was, no where really felt like home to him. And it was just a stranger with a knife? he said, clarifying her story, Not - someone you knew? Good job. Great. 100 on the willpower there, Banner. Sorry. he said, keeping support on her back as he reached over to pull the other sleeve to where she could get her arm in, That's - not my business.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

He got more out of the question than he'd been expecting - he'd only meant her immediate injury, but she alluded to another, to the scar on her dcollet, his eyes following her gesture for a moment, then respectfully dropping away again. He understood the implication of her brief response - it had been succinct, and maybe that was only because his head had already been there, having rolled out a scenario of domestic violence. His head went to dark places, but it was difficult for it not to, with the world he'd surrounded himself in. But then, his goal had never been to avoid the bad things. That wasn't how it worked. Okay. Bruce said softly, giving a little nod, lips pressed together understood. He looked at his feet when her eyes were shut as though wanting to give her some amount of privacy, though it was difficult given the size of the place. He glanced up again when she spoke, head tilted down and eyes pointed in her direction. It's not rude, I'm used to not - he hesitated, A lot of people, they don't really want to give their names around here. It's not the first time I've had blood on my couch. he paused, realized it sounded both ominous and unhygenic, so he added, I cleaned it. Probably not better. Nevermind. Theresa, he said, I'm - who the hell was he again? - David. he said. He'd learned long ago not to go by his real name, a habit he'd started back in Kolkata, but sometimes it was hard to keep it all straight - he wasn't a liar by nature and even when it was a matter of self-preservation, he struggled with it. It wasn't so much an ethical issue as it was a functional one - he was bad at it. He'd never understood how people could toss out a lie casually and convincingly. Sorry we're meeting under these circumstances. he added.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

I'm already getting on in age, I don't also need to be the guy with a couch cover. Bruce replied, though she was probably right. Logically he should have rubber sheets on the thing. He tried to imagine what Stark would say, what kind of horror would show on his face at the concept, the wow he would mouth out but not actually vocalize, the wide eyes. He hadn't even needed to be around him for long to get to know him, to have his responses play out in his head - spend enough hours in a flying laboratory with someone and things stuck. He wondered if it was the same for Stark or if maybe people weaved in and out of his life too often for that - he wasn't sure he wanted to have stuck out for any of them. Mostly he'd be happy if he could just erase himself from everyone's mind, if he could just cease to exist for anyone who had met him or the Other Guy. It was just that sometimes he encountered someone who tried to exacerbate things. He didn't do well with that, people trying to draw him out, actively attempting to enrage him. And then there were the ones who actually - the ones who - well, cared about him. The ones he'd had some kind of connection with. Just the one, really, when he thought about it. Just Betty. He'd refused to let himself check in on her, he knew it was a one-way street to suffering, at least for him - but he hoped she was where she wanted to be, that she had gotten the recognition she deserved for her brilliance, that she'd had a kid like she'd always talked about wanting, that she'd moved somewhere warm like she'd mentioned back in Harvard. It was Rodrigo who saved you. Bruce corrected, He got you here in time, I wouldn't have found you. he fidgeted on the spot then, his hands twisting together, I'd uh, I'd prefer you didn't, it's - I'm not looking for any payment here. he got to his feet, Might be a good idea, yeah, meditation can - go a long way. I'm just - I'll be in the kitchen reading. If you need something, tell me.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

Your body went through a lot of trauma today, cells need to surround themselves with water in the area of the wound to promote healing. Bruce said, recognizing after the fact that she had probably been making a joke, that it wasn't information she actually needed, but he ran with it anyways, It's a rare occasion in which I would tell someone to drink excessively. Just, you know. Water. He kept an eye on her while she was propped up he'd dealt with closing up defensive wounds before, they just weren't as common as the ailments that people organically ended up having. A case of unmanaged diabetes was more likely to come along than a bullet wound, at least in terms of people who would come to him - he dealt with injuries that happened on site at Smokey Mountain as well, but most of them weren't as serious as a knife to the abdominals. The trunk of the body held the major organs so it made abdominal injuries a nasty business - Theresa had gotten lucky in the sense that the knife hadn't hit anything vital and that she had significant enough muscle mass to have guarded her body. Her mention of the window had him casting his gaze in its direction, the sunlight glinting off the frames of his glasses and highlighting the face that he had the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow. That'd do it. Bruce agreed a little sheepishly aside from the people who came to him for help, he hadn't gotten to know his neighbours - it just seemed like a bad practise, getting invested in anyone. At any rate, he'd gotten good at walking away from others, given all the times he'd had to pick up and leave in the past. How long have you lived here? he asked, looking her way again. When he'd been a child, his father - usually while working his way through a pint of whatever hard liquor was cheapest - would yell at him to look him in the eye , because Bruce's inability to hold his gaze always incited some kind of fury in him. He'd learned a trick out of necessity where he focused on eyebrows or earlobes, anything that put him in the general area of a person's eyes without actually having to look. He did the same with Theresa, keeping his focus on her ear, on where her hair landed just in front of it. Not to be presumptuous, it just doesn't seem like this is your home town.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

The water thing seems to be a global issue. First world countries it's because there's too many other options, third world - here, his voice had a touch of aggravation, - alcohol is cheaper than clean water. Though that's a generalization - there's plenty of places in North America without access to clean water. He had some very strong opinions about the state of the world and Stark had been privy to them, not because of his actual words, but just because of his tone when particular topics came up. Stark, at least, wasn't someone who flinched every time he got a little annoyed, not like SHIELD who seemed ready to break his knee caps if he sneezed. I don't really uh, stick around the office much either. Bruce said it had occurred to him in the past that it was possible people were trying to find him there, that he'd missed people who needed urgent help, but his unfortunate talent for turning into someone else didn't mean there were two of him. He remained limited in how many places he could be present at once, something he'd cursed more than a few times. He knew he couldn't save the world - in fact, a few times he'd done distinctly the opposite - but at the very least he wanted to be good at what he was doing. I mean, I'm here sometimes. Just most people who - uh, who know about me, they know where to find me if I'm not here. I don't have a lot of - haunts. he said, I mostly just sleep here. I think this is the longest I've been in this place in a while, actually. he offered some semblance of a smile, it wasn't really an expression, just the imitation of one, I don't really introduce myself to anyone either, being sociable is over-rated. He could feel her eyes searching his face she seemed to be an eye contact person, which meant his attempts to actively avoid her gaze were being foiled he couldn't stick with it, so he looked away, deciding it was better to be avoidant than to cringe his way through eye contact and end up in the throes of panic. I'm not from around here, no. Bruce said, Is this one of those scenarios where I shouldn't ask where home is for you? I'm good with not asking questions if you prefer, sometimes I just have trouble getting a read on whether I should or not. It's back to the whole - asocial thing.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

Hey now, SHIELD knew better than to try and break his kneecaps. It was an effective strategy that might have been on the table if it was just a case of being concerned about Bruce Banner the genius capable of making weapons of terror, but not with him as he was. Being able to break his kneecaps and then leaving would have been infinitely easier. I just get absentminded and don't realize I haven't stopped to eat or drink for hours at a time. Sounds like this is something important to you, though. This she hadn't known, but it didn't surprise her. They'd put him at a variety of places around the world and it would make sense he'd care a little about the people who he'd been around. She knew all his haunts and how much time he spent in his apartment. It was a little bit nice, things would probably have been infinitely more boring if she'd had to spend all her time in her apartment. As it was she could at least be out and about while keeping an eye on Bruce. Oh. Well sorry for trapping you in your home. Or... you're welcome? I'm glad you've been around the two times I'd had a slightly disorienting wake up. The first time had actually been a little bit disorienting. I like being sociable. Hahaha. She flashed him a smile that, if broken down, was just an imitation of real emotion but done by someone with far more experience and who saw no real problem with lying. Who could be accused of seeing emotions as tools on at least a few levels. Whatever, it was good for both of them that she could. But I'm not sure if anything would get done if everyone was super social. And also she would have to live in a cabin in the mountains and just give up on society forever if everyone else was expected to be social all the time. SHIELD would certainly crumble. Aw, looked like she'd made him uncomfortable. That had been the point, but it didn't mean she couldn't still feel a tiny bit of empathy. Not the kind of of empathy that made her feel bad for what she was doing, Theresa was pretty sure that the part of her that felt guilt was dead and had been for years, but she could at least acknowledge that this wasn't what she wanted to be happening right now. He'd looked away and she focused on her glass of water instead, not going to force it. I don't mind talking about it. Having something to chat about helps, and I like to talk to people. The biggest lies she could tell. I'm from Utah. He was honest, she'd give him that. Obviously he was avoiding a lot of information, but it wouldn't have felt as much like it if she didn't know what she was doing. Still, he should probably have been talking less about where he was during the day. It might be easier to do his job if he didn't assume that anyone could be a spy or out to kidnap him, but it was kinda stupid. Shouldn't he know better by this point? This was why he needed her. Okay this was part of a myriad of reasons he needed her. Not like she'd be here if it wasn't for the job, but that didn't mean Theresa couldn't recognize that it was better that she was here.
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

Bruce had done enough running for long enough that he had seen some of the worst things the world had to offer - many of which he'd witnessed in the United States, but he'd discovered that everywhere had its own kind of horror. He wasn't sure if he could call himself jaded as a result because he had the misfortune of constantly discovering wells of optimism in himself, long after he was sure he should have given up on it. Maybe there was some kind of error in his genetic coding that made him resistant to the nihilism he had every right to engage in by then. Hey, worse places to be trapped. Bruce said, and his mind went instantly to the capsule on board the Helicarrier, reinforced steel and palladium-based metallic glass, he'd known on sight that it had cost SHIELD a mint to make it. Sometimes he remembered the look that Loki had given him when he'd been passing by on the Helicarrier, but mostly he remembered that glass cage - he hadn't even been put in the thing and somehow he had nightmares about it. You must be, you're pretty chipper for someone who just got stabbed. Bruce said, rubbing his hand against the side of his neck then leaving it there, leaning his head slightly to the side, Utah. he said, That's - a long way for poor choices and consequences. Guessing it's just you - just, since there wasn't anyone you wanted - he gestured to the general stabbing issue, realized then that maybe it was insensitive to bring up the fact she seemed to be there alone, then realized there was no graceful way out of having asked, So do you speak Tagalog or uh, or are you working on it?
Thread: Human Connection [Avengers -- Sprouts & Virginia]

It was one way to look at things. Bruce could see why she would want to put her focus elsewhere, her situation wasn't exactly one that was easy to find the silver lining in not just injured in a foreign country - like a tourist twisting their ankle - she had been physically attacked, and if she had gone much longer, there was a good chance she would have bled out. And now she was on some stranger's couch with an open wound and no pain medication, she'd need to heal over the course of several weeks given muscle had been cut - even if she'd gotten lucky, she was tremendously unlucky for the situation to begin with. Looking on the bright side with a stab wound. It had to take some effort. That's a healthy approach. Bruce said, offering another of those not-really-a-smile smiles, seated on the crate with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, the sleeves of his sweater long enough to cover his knuckles. He generally tried for grounding methods to calm himself, but the only thing that had really worked for him over the years was staying in a permanent state of pissed off , like exposure therapy. He tried not too look awkward in the beat of silence he was fine with silence, he just knew when he'd caused uncomfortable silences - or mostly he knew, anyways, he was better at knowing than he was years ago - and he felt like a bit of a jerk. Music, the expression of contempt, and injuries are universal. Bruce said, marking off the choices on his heavily-calloused fingers, curling them back into his palm a moment later, I'd say you could use your down time to get to know your neighbours but I kind of think that's the worst time to socialize.
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