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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ His mind throbbed, memories pushed far away now flashing on his mind's eye like a flip book of... Terror. ⠀ ⠀⠀

It was almost as if he wanted to vent, to let a weight off of his shoulders. He jerked a little, shuddered. ❝ ...The Avengers... Are they... Still a thing here?... ❞⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (+)

Idly meshing his fingers together, Bruce looked down at the floor before looking back at Natasha. ❝ Your universe... It's.. nice.. aside from the whole killer robot situation... ❞ (+)

He gave her a smile before stepping away, adjusting his glasses a little. A faint tint of red on his cheeks as he caught the ends of her fingers with his own. ❝ Given the circumstances of... My disposition... I don't think that would be a great idea. ❞⠀ #𝗠𝗩𝗠𝗔𝗫 (+)

I ran some of my own tests on myself a few days ago, everything seems in order. Controlled... ...That is the words I keep using... Though it's like watching a tornado from far away... Any minute it could... Come straight for me.

I guess it's a good sign none of them have turned up here in a hospital bed... Natasha... Or Nat... As she likes to be called... Has a softer side, I bet many of these heroes do once you get to know them... It's.. comforting.. (+)

#𝗠𝗩𝗠𝗔𝗫 Day 102. The tower is pretty quiet, wounded civilians keep trickling in every now and again but at a rate less than usual... I find myself cleaning the lab... Idly wondering how the heroes of this battle are fairing... (+)

@rgevue ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ❝ Make sure when you jump out, you aim for my portal. it won't be a very pretty sight 、 if you miss it ❞ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ #𝗠𝗩𝗠𝗔𝗫 ᅠᅠ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀But I can't risk that, not after what happened before... ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

I check her vitals, adjust the IV flow just slightly. My hands are steadier than usual... I guess this crisis really does need me more than... ...Him... ...Then again... Part of me wants Ultron to meet the monster... (+)

Across the room from him there is a young woman with a bent bouquet of roses... Probably his wife... I have her set up on oxygen... Blunt force trauma. Shrapnel wounds. Concussion. Multiple fractures stabilized. (+)

I told him yes... But at least he will have a pretty cool story to tell about Valentine's. I focus on the rhythm of my breathing. Inhale four counts. Exhale six... The other guy... he hates the smell of blood. Gets ideas... (+)

#𝗠𝗩𝗠𝗔𝗫 Diary entry: Valentine's Day I roll up my sleeves and press gauze to a man’s forehead. He’s middle-aged. Still wearing a red tie patterned with tiny hearts... Think I have a tie similar to that... He asked me if he is going to need stitches... (+)

❝ There’s no handler. No mission parameters. No strings. Just oxygen. And a very stubborn scientist... Heh.. ...You don't need to save the universe in this tiny little moment of peace... Nat... ❞ #𝗠𝗩𝗠𝗔𝗫

ᅠ Gloved palm inched toward his before the two connected. " So .. what is this supposed to do ？" #MVMAX ᅠ

❝ Your shoulders dropped. Just a little. This forces the brain to pause. You’re not in the Red Room... You’re not on a battlefield... You’re here... With me... AND I.. uh.. of course.. everyone else... Just.. you know.. given the current circumstances...... ❞ (+)

His fingers lightly tap against the back of her glove, counting silently. His brown eyes looking at their intertwined digits. ❝ Inhale… two… three… four. Hold… two… three… four. Exhale… slow… two… three… four. Hold… two… three… four. ❞ (+)

❝ Inhale for four. Hold for four. Exhale for four. Hold again for four. That’s it. A square. Predictable. Stable. No ambushes. Nothing, just you and your... Uh.. box.. ❞ He chuckled like a dork (+)

❝ And before you roll your eyes... yes... I know. You were trained to slow your pulse before pulling a trigger.... But... This is different... ❞ He offers the smallest, sheepish smile. (+)

Bruce’s thumb shifts slightly where their hands meet, not tightening... Just grounding. His voice lowers, calmly, warmly. ❝ Okay. First things first… this? This isn’t gamma science. No world ending contingencies. It's just breathing. ❞ (+)