#╰ ––––––– ✧ BRUCE BANNER : ic ˙

[doctor-rage-monster]

"Smash."

"There’s a unique kind of challenge in knowing you can level a city block with a single misstep. People see power and think it must feel good—that strength means freedom. But strength without control? That’s just another kind of prison.

I didn’t ask for this. The other guy and I—we’ve had our battles. For years, I saw him as a curse, a force of destruction I had to keep locked away. But what I’ve learned is that he is me. The anger, the power, the instinct to protect—it all comes from the same place. The key was never to fight him. It was to understand him.

So, if you’re struggling with something inside you—something you think makes you dangerous, unworthy, or alone—believe me, I get it. But you are not just the sum of the things that scare you. You are more than your worst moments.

The real strength isn’t in how much power you have. It’s in how you choose to use it.

Stay in control. And when you can’t—find a way to channel it. Trust me.

– Dr.Banner.

[ WHO AM I? ] [ MOD ]

[the-tangle-web]

“Where are you going?”

A low growl.

The red symbiote turned his head slowly over his shoulder, white eyes pale and teeth bared in a forever smile. He saw a flash of his tongue as he licked his teeth before reaching his claws against the ceiling, digging into the wood and leaving marks with a skkt… crack

Anthony stood still, wearing Gabe’s sweatshirt. He wore if for the past few hours and Gabe hasn’t yelled at him to take it off.

He hasn’t for days.

And he hasn’t stopped Gareth from picking at his bandages.

Anthony had to do that.

They moved out of that damn sewer and into a safe house Murdock dragged them to. Jen has been near them ever since. And Jen hasn’t let Anthony outside alone for the last few months.

She argues he has to go back to the tower. That she should tell someone, at least Rogers. Steve was worried as hell. Fury was pissed, apparently even Tony was trying to get full access of surveillance in the city to try and locate him.

But Anthony refused. He didn’t want to go back. Not yet.

Jen still had to tell someone, so she told Bruce the whole story.

And, despite himself, Bruce agreed to not say a word of where he was. But he did tell everyone at the tower that Anthony was safe, but not where he was.

And that would give him a bit of privacy.

Anthony swallowed the lump in his throat and stuck his chin outward, looking up at the symbiote.

“Where are you going?” He asked, more firm this time.

Carnage narrowed his eyes, a heave of his shoulders and a slight downward tilt of his head.

“To fix things.”

“Without me?”

Carnage turned his head back around, “Yes. Without you.”

Anthony clenched his fists to his sides, “You’re a fucking hypocrite-“

“We are not in the mood for this conversation again.”

Carnage snarled, his claws closing in around the wood until it splintered.

Anthony stopped.

Another beat of silence.

“Gareth said his brother isn’t picking up.”

“We know.”

“We need you, man-“

Carnage shook his head, “Stop it-“

Anthony took a step forward and felt his vision get blurry, “You don’t tell us shit anymore- we don’t see you anymore- I haven’t seen Gabe in forever!” He shouted, “I haven’t seen you sleep, I haven’t seen you do anything but come in and out of that door- and sometimes, you’re gone for days!”

Carnage reared his head back and let out a roar, “STOP IT!”

The symbiote snapped, his head turning over his shoulder and the claw gripping the wooden boards over his head splintered and broke, landing on the ground in between the two as he swung his hand around and turned his body, baring his teeth with in arch in his assumed brow.

Anthony stepped back.

Silence.

“You will go back to the tower! You will take off that suit and when it’s night, you’re going to sleep! You won’t fight, you won’t kill, you won’t hurt yourself, you won’t die!”

. . .

“You will stay alive! Both of you! All of you- and you won’t follow us!”

. . .

The door was torn off its hinges. It was fucking cold.

Anthony felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle and messy black hair over his shoulders. He felt Gareth pressed his face against the divot in his back between his shoulders.

It was a little less cold.

But not warm enough.

[alienfailboy]

dinluke and thorbruce brainrot accompanied by agathario and some bugborg on the side with logurt for dessert

[marvelforged]

for @mutantmuses, continued from here

ㅤㅤㅤ"Ah" Bruce huffs a laugh, self-deprecating smile curling at his lips, "C'mon, Nat. Did you forget? The Other Guy won't let me die. I might freeze, but--" He shrugs, "I'll Hulk Out before it kills me."

ㅤㅤㅤAs if that's meant to be reassuring. Bruce shoots Natasha an apologetic look as he stands, brushing the lingering rubble-dust from his tattered pants. "--I'm fine, really. Don't you have a communicator hidden somewhere on your person? You're by far the most prepared Avenger I know, and that includes Steve."

[bullsh1tterz]

: : @hubrisdescent : : GETS A PLOTTED STARTER.

A rampage, they called it, one of many times in which the word was utilized within the same context as The Hulk. With a noun like that being thrown around, how could Adam have possibly prevented himself from winding up here? A photographer's curiosity is much too lethal, this force which propels them to capture the un-capturable; to immortalize something, a moment in time that only they and a select few have access to. How could Adam, then, not feed into it? Not let himself do what he does best and snoop around - locate said 'rampage' and capture it for what it is? The simple answer is he couldn't - he can't. Especially with the monetary gain of it all - that extra incentive.

But, of course, everything comes with a price. And this time, the price is being swiftly rescued by the Hulk much too soon, right around his discovery that the very noun which had brought him here was nothing short of a stretch.

How frustrating it is - how pathetic it must look - for him to once again have lost mastery of his own fate. To have been rescued, again, from the claws of death. He grunts when put down and sighs when he turns to the other, the burning fire his gaze never quite loses now trailing along his form. The hero looks beat, now no longer 'hulked out'. Should he look beat?

"... You look like shit-" a huff, the very first words spoken to his savior. "Do you-. Are you fine?" Not 'okay', not 'alright', 'fine'. It sounds stern that way. It doesn't betray his admiration for Bruce Banner that way, yet his form is already leaning forward to attempt to aid the man and perch him up however he can.

[malediictum]

@bughoused

Gotham was not a place he wanted to be, and yet here he was. The diner was empty except for a small woman in the corner. Bruce sat across from her, eyeing her movements for a long time before speaking softly. "You there Renfield?"

He reached out, gently grabbing her hand. "Its Bruce." He didn't want to frighten her, after all she'd seen what he was capable of. They'd met in Arkham when Banner committed himself and they were released around the same time.

[mastcrmarksman]

@gammaragee ⸻ "You can't choose who you fall in love with."

❝ What if that person is you, Bruce? ❞

That's a loaded question as if he's been holding onto that for a while. As if it's been locked into the chamber, last bullet, and this was the perfect shot, the only shot. The guy kind of walked right into that one. Finally, this weight that he had been carrying around with him for so long has finally been allowed to lifted off.

The load is by no means gone entirely, but something that he's been able to grow around. It's something that he's dwelled on, that's followed him since the last time they were sat across from each other. Part of him woneders if that was good for him by any means. It's a little stone that's settled in his chest and he no longer has trouble with it being there.

The shape of it, the ache of it, was all too familiar to Clint. It was that feeling of when he was left alone, when suddenly there was an abscence that he wanted to run away from. Something he had run from, that followed him, and made a home. He's had long enough to brood on this, that the feeling has settled like dust.

Was it messed up that where his own peace had came from with the decision to agree, to help, to shoot Bruce Banner was resolving that he had to have; that he did do this out of love. That while the man was gone, had been dead, he realized that the scientist and him were alike more than different. The few and far talks they had when th man had just been man, they knew parts of each other's childhood that other's wouldn't. From memory, from their own stories.

Bruce's the one that had looked at him and said what other's didn't, because he knew, because he knew aabout his dad, about Jacques and Buck, and his brother. A fact of himself, he escapsed and ignored, even if right now he was wishing that he had met Bruce at a bar in the evening than a roadside diner in the afternoon. Clint pushes his fork around on the plate, he's not sad about this fact, about this reveal.

Do they really have time for this? No, but Clint's had a lot more time to think about this, think think about Bruce. ❝ I just thought you should know that I love ya, buddy. I... ❞ He's sorry it didn't work out, but then, ❝ So you know I was glad to do it. ❞ Not for the reasons he gave in court and he wasn't lying then either. he saw the green, saw the vision, saw the need to protect everyonr but every day in that jail celll, in his solitarie; he thought about Bruce Banner. His memories of him and the Hulk, of that moment.

When he hit the road with each twist of knife as people thanked him, his resolve only pushed towards torward this feeling for Banner. It's one he had before, already had been going (why else would he have kissed him). With him being dead and gone, only encouraged him to say it, to take every shot he had and this was that moment. You miss every shot you don't take.

❝ I've, uh, had time to think 'bout that. ❞ He picks up the cup of coffee to take a sip, Clint's not expecting Bruce to say anything. He'd sooner assume he'll get up and leave, or find himself looking down at the Hulk (who he really doesn't want to have this conversation with at the moment).

[thedarktowerdames]

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

[snkts]

"Hulk give Little Man big hug!" From Hulk just cuz~

“Whoa, shit-!” Logan finds himself yanked off his feet faster than he can fully process it. Given who and what he is, that’s saying something. The air is crushed from his lungs and he tries to cuss and growl anyway. With his arms pinned at his sides, his squirming is effectively useless. He kicks, and that also has the same result: Diddly squat.

“Okay, oh- Okay!” He gasps. “Jesus- I missed you, too. Now pumme down before you rupture something!”

[incorrect-multiverse]

Natasha: Every time I’m confronted with a problem that seems impossible, and I feel depressed and hopeless, I just look at this picture of us all together.

Stark/ Barton/ Banner: Awww.

Natasha: And I remind myself, if I can survive living with you clowns, I can handle anything.

Stark/ Barton/ Banner: :(

[riotinyellow]

2018-2020 heart edits lowkey make me feel nostalgic

[doctor-rage-monster]

"I wasn’t always this. Once, I was just a scientist—Dr. Bruce Banner, a man who believed that science could solve anything. I had spent my life trying to understand the building blocks of existence, searching for answers in equations and chemical reactions. I trusted reason, I trusted logic. I thought if I was smart enough, careful enough, I could control everything.

Then came the experiment. The goal was simple—harness the power of gamma radiation, push the limits of human biology, create something revolutionary. What I didn’t account for was what revolutionary could mean. One mistake, one miscalculation, and in seconds, my life changed forever.

I should have died that day. By every scientific standard, my body should have been torn apart by the gamma exposure. But instead, something woke up inside me—something bigger, stronger, and infinitely more dangerous. At first, I didn’t know what was happening. I blacked out. When I came to, the lab was gone, and there was nothing but destruction in my wake.

I ran. I ran because I didn’t understand it, because I was afraid of what I had become. The military hunted me, the world whispered my name, but none of them were as afraid of me as I was. I was a man cursed to become a force of nature, something unstoppable, uncontrollable. Every time I lost control, people got hurt. I tried to contain it, to suppress it. I thought if I stayed hidden, if I cut myself off from everything, I could keep the world safe.

But anger doesn’t disappear just because you ignore it. Power doesn’t fade just because you wish it away. I spent years learning that the other guy isn’t a separate entity—he’s me. The rage, the strength, the instinct to protect, even when it looks like destruction—they were always there.

I’m still learning to live with him. With myself. Some days, I feel like I have control. Other days… I just have to hope I’m far enough away from anyone who could get hurt.

They call me a monster. A weapon. Some think I should be locked away, others want to use me. But the truth? I’m just a man who made a mistake. A man who became something else.

And every day, I have to decide what I’m going to do with it.

Because the thing about power—the kind you never asked for, the kind that makes people fear you—is that it never really belongs to you. It belongs to what you do with it. To how you choose to wield it. I’ve seen the damage I can cause. I’ve seen what happens when I let fear and rage take the wheel. But I’ve also seen the other side. I’ve seen the strength that can come from acceptance, from control, from learning to be instead of just contain.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free of this. I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up without wondering if today is the day I lose control again. But I do know one thing—I have a choice. Maybe I didn’t ask for this, but I can decide what it means. I can decide what kind of man I want to be, what kind of force I want to be in this world.

I may be a man with a monster inside him, but I refuse to let that be the only thing I am.

Because for all the destruction I’ve caused, I’ve also saved lives. For every time I’ve lost control, there’s been a moment I’ve fought to reclaim it. I have shattered walls, yes—but I have also held them up when the world was crumbling around me. I’ve spent years running from the monster, but I’ve also used his strength to protect the people who needed it most. And maybe that’s the real lesson in all of this: the thing that makes you dangerous isn’t the power itself—it’s how you choose to use it.

I spent too long believing I had to be one or the other—Bruce or the Hulk. A scientist or a force of destruction. But the truth is, I’m both. I always have been. And I think the real battle, the one I’ve been fighting all these years, isn’t about control—it’s about balance.

Maybe I’ll never be fully in control. Maybe I’ll never be able to promise the world that I’ll never break something, never lose my grip on the other guy. But I can promise this: I will never stop trying to be better. I will never stop trying to make sure the power I have is used for something more than destruction.

I may not have chosen this life, but it’s mine. And I’ll decide what it means.

"But maybe that’s just it—maybe we’re all made of contradictions. Strength and vulnerability, rage and reason, destruction and salvation. Maybe the point isn’t to erase one side of ourselves, but to learn how to live with both. I used to believe that my curse was the thing that made me dangerous. Now, I see that my curse is also my greatest responsibility. Power without purpose is chaos. But power with understanding? That’s something else entirely.

So, I keep going. Not because I have all the answers, not because I know for sure that I’ll always make the right choice, but because I refuse to be defined by fear—mine or anyone else’s. The past doesn’t get to decide who I am. Neither does the monster. That choice is mine, every single day. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: no matter how many times I fall, I’ll always stand back up. Because in the end, I am not just the man, and I am not just the monster. I am both. And I am still here."

[funky-cheese]

WHY DIDNT BEN AND JERRY PARTNER WITH MARVEL TO CREATE THE IN UNIVERSE FLAVORS

Yes, I mean stark raving hazelnuts and Hunka-Hulka Burnin Fudge

[marvelforged]

@zimwy sent: ' have you seen steve? did he make it out? ' for logan or banner, you pick! said with increasing anxiety (I chose Bruce, thank you so much!)

ㅤㅤㅤBruce is shaking crushed plaster and concrete out of his hair when he hears Bucky's footsteps come pounding up behind him. Like every come-down from a Code Green, the physicist is somewhat disoriented, his legs not quite steady as he surveys his surroundings.

ㅤㅤㅤThey're a quarter-mile outside what Banner assumes was once a weapons testing compound, if his own prior experiences with nuclear explosives is anything to go by. The facility's little more than a sunken pile of rubble now, though whether that's from whatever munitions were held inside — or The Hulk's doing — Bruce can only guess.

ㅤㅤㅤJerking around, the physicist blinks owlishly without the assistance of his glasses, peering at Bucky with a furrowed brow until he finally registers the other man's metal arm. A subtle line of tension in Bruce's shoulders ease, the shade of a prey-like wariness subsiding from his features. For now, at least, he's not at risk to be captured like some dog that's slipped his leash.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Barnes…” He says, something akin to relief in his tone, “I… what?”

ㅤㅤㅤHave you seen Steve? The question sharpens Banner's mind and he turns back towards the ruin of the compound, squinting as he searches… not the wreckage before him, but his own spotty memories.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Hulk saw him—” Bruce replies slowly, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, as if pressure will force the fugue from his thoughts, “…ah, running up a ramp, I think? Did… did the compound have sub-levels?”

ㅤㅤㅤThe physicist vaguely recalls a darkened hole — or was it a crater? — and the Hulk's fists slamming down, down… He shakes his head, more detritus dislodging from his hair. As much as Bruce would love to locate a shower and a whole bag of takeaway curry right now, the work is clearly not done.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Okay…” He says, clearing his throat and patting down his UMF trousers, extracting a pair of collapsible spectacles from its interior sewn pocket. Sliding the glasses on, Banner nods to Bucky, “… Let's go see what we can find.”

[funkopersonal]

WHY DIDNT BEN AND JERRY PARTNER WITH MARVEL TO CREATE THE IN UNIVERSE FLAVORS

Yes, I mean stark raving hazelnuts and Hunka-Hulka Burnin Fudge