#Greer Nelson -> gammaragee

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‘ i can tell there's something going on with you, like there's something troubling you. maybe it's time you tell me. ’ Bruce @ Greer

They don't really live together, which suits Greer just fine, because the nature of the both of them. Who knows when Bruce has to take off again or any business with his alters takes up focus in his life. Greer's got her own things going on; her son always had priorities and Greer's own ⸻ is what she really doing heroics ⸻ alliance with the Midnight Mission; vigilante work for those who travel at night.

It didn't make sense to either of them for living together; that didn't mean that Greer didn't operate on an open door what's mine is yours with each other's places. Bruce was always welcome, her home was his as much as she was familiar around where Bruce was when time permitted.

William is off with auntie Jessica tonight; because she is going through something. There's work to be done, and it's been bloody. Her son didn't need to see the violent side of her, born from her life-saving transformation and all the trauma and tragedy she's been through before and after that.

It's a wild side, feral some of have called it, that once was chalked up to the tiger soul, but now it's apart of her own as well. Right now, it's been making it's visits nightly in her quest for vengeance, in the hunt for the one responsible for Marc's death.

Reese and her have been at each other's throat, or more the vampire said she was ready to rip her throat out for telling her to cool it on her hunts.

The Tigra's returning from one of those hunts now. What's mine is yours is what she had said to Bruce, with a key to hers and the welcome invitation to escape there even if she's not there. That seems to exactly be what he's done. She's frazzled when she comes through the door to be greeted by a dim light in the room and Bruce hunched over his laptop.

The sight in which he is met with is Greer, with blood on her hands and her face. ❝ Oh. ❞ That's not a sight that just anyone could brush off. Fuck, this isn't great way to end her night; not that it had gone well. ❝ It's not mine. ❞ It really wasn't, and he really didn't want to see the other guy. Alive, but scarred for life that's for sure. ❝ Bad guy, a hit man. ❞ if that is going to help her case.

Greer sighs, giving up on trying to explain herself and goes to wash herself up with the kitchen sink. This felt like conversation territory, and she can't exactly use the old whisper come shower with me trick; not when that would involve cleaning off blood. Not romantic or sexy at all.

She starts with her hands first, watching as the water becomes colored with red. Bruce speaks up, and the angry at everything voice in her head wants to snap at him. It's obvious, but he's giving her the floor to say what exactly. She's grieving a friend. ❝ Marc's dead. ❞ That news is still going around, the man had more friends than he thought he had.

Still more to tell, and there's a whole lot of work left by him. A whole mission to carry on, and she's been ready to slice Reese for any inaction and every decision. ❝ No one is doing something about it and there's a new Moon Knight. ❞ Reese was doing something, but not enough and not what Greer could see. Along with that, Moon Knight was only Marc as far as she's concerned. So anyone using his name should bleed.

That's aggravating, engaging and they don't know who. She can't stand by and do nothing. If she had to contain the rage and grief, she's sure she'd rip her own fur apart. Greer's going the next best thing.

❝ I'm going to find everyone whose responsible and make them pay. ❞ The unspoken part is the absence in her apartment tonight. William with Jessica now, and he'll be with his creche in a few days. She'd an absent mother recently.

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Unprompted Asks -> Accepting // @gammaragee is the cat's meow for hanging out with William for the day -> Bruce, trying to catch his breath after having chased William around all day "It - it went well"

TO GET A WHOLE DAY TO RUN ERRANDS, CLEAN THE APARTMENT, AND FIND SOME TIME TO RELAX WAS A BLESSING.

Being a single mom, a superhero, and homeschooling William was no walk in the park. TRYING TO GET ANYTHING DONE can feel like two steps forward and one step back. William helped with chores on most days and other days, the wild non-human side kicked in and the apartment was torn asunder.

THANK GOD SHE HAD A FAVOR SHE COULD CALL IN.

THAT'S HOW BRUCE BANNER ENDED UP WITH A FIVE YEAR OLD ALL DAY.

Greer's coming around after her day of housekeeping than TLC that was much needed for herself. Her nails were sharp, well kept, and she feels fresh. Hoping that tonight maybe William would be so tired that she could chose what she wanted to watch.

She's at Dr. Banner's door, knocking at it and she's grinning ear to ear like a cheshire as the door swings open. Her lips curl as he is opens the door panting, so William is still a ball of energy. ❝ That's good to hear, now where's the little lovebug? ❞ SHE KNOW WHERE. HOW COULD A MOTHER NOT KNOW?

It'd be years before her son could hide from her. Currently, William has tucked himself behind a corner to hide and waiting to launch himself at the both of them.

❝ SURPRISE ATTACK! ❞ He announces himself before he's launching himself at Bruce's back trying to climb up his shoulder despite not being as little as he thought he was.

Greer laughs, though she goes to hold out her arms to keep Bruce from toppling forward. That's her little hunter, a swell of pride for him using the skills and instincts that he was born with along that fact he was being his happy little self. She won't even need to ask him if he had fun, it's visible. No super senses needed.

THIS IS WHY SHE HAD TO HOMESCHOOL HIM OR LEAVE WITH OTHER SURERHEROES.

❝ Careful there, dear heart, don't break Dr. Bruce ⸻ That happen a lot all day? Minding his claws? ❞ She reaches her hand out to hold William's chin and pinch at his cheeks, while the five year old is clinging to Bruce's backside.

Her hand than moves to cup one of Bruce's cheeks and look him in the eyes. ❝ Thanks tiger, it means a lot that you could take him for the day. I got so much done. ❞

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@gammaragee -> 🫦for Greer

Fireworks weren't her favorite thing in the world; they would have to rank on a list of things she didn't like. It's the sound, not the lights, that bothered her. Sensitive hearing, and maybe she's got an issue with any loud bangs and pops. Trauma which she's dealt with in therapy, but that didn't exactly stop the animal in her from raising hairs.

William's excited about that, and will be unless his own animal in him had it's issues. Holidays were fun, except when non-human instinct took over. She copes just fine with everything, had to if she was gonna be superhero but this wasn't fight to save the world kind of stuff. This was mundane in comparison (cheery bizarre human shit; the tiger in her complained).

Greer likes parties, holidays, festivities, and New Years was one of those big ones. Overstimulation always at a risk (its part of her that was cat folk that complained), but she's all cheer otherwise.

William barely made it to ten o'clock, they had been sitting themselves up on the roof. A little get together with some of her neighbors (the ones who were chill when say someone like Reese the vampire showed up) to watch the sky's activity for fireworks and watch the rest of the city streets go crazy with New Years.

The happiest appearance of the night was Bruce showing up, which she's sure was a surprise to her neighbors. Six foot four cat woman and a little non-assuming man (with a Hulk and other personalities inside) together. The sight of the night for her was the fact that William got sleepy and crashed on Bruce's lap at exactly 10:12 pm.

It has her laughing softly to herself, because her son was so determined that this year he was going to making it to midnight. There's a whisper into Bruce's ear that they can simply watch the ball drop on the TV channel from the couch and William could be put to bed. That is how they ended up cuddled up on the couch, around 11:58 pm, and she's running a finger up-down Bruce's arm.

It's slow movement, as she splits her focus between Bruce and the TV. She really doesn't care about a silly ball drop, but Greer's a girl of traditions. The new year, on the minute, should be ushered in with a kiss and it's been a long time since she's started a new year with someone special. Had any of her relationships made it to a new year or been good enough to last so long? She's really not going to track that.

It's pitiful, but this right here wasn't. Things weren't ever going to be perfect; which isn't what she ever asked for. However, with one minute counting down to the new year, it was perfect. She's proud as her hand draws upward to cup the jaw of her boyfriend as the countdown goes off on the TV; she presses kisses to his cheeks until THREE. TWO.

Her lips press to his, a loud purr in her throat. ❝ Happy New Year, tiger. ❞ Greer's going in for another kiss, pressing together for long before letting out a soft sight after before purring a laugh. ❝ William's gonna be upset he missed it. Let me change the clocks back a few minutes and rewind the tv. You go wake him tell him its almost midnight. A little deception never hurt any kid. ❞ If the fireworks going off, making her pelt stand high, hadn't woken him already.

Greer doesn't let him go quite yet, arms around his neck and she takes up his whole lap. ❝ Gonna hafta kiss me again when the ball drops a second time for Will. ❞

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"I've been thinking… What we're doing here, hanging out every weekend, is it dating? Because it feels like we're dating" Bruce asking the real questions of Greer

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It would be completely impolite of her to point out that she can sense the apprehension that he has. Smell your fear kind of thing, empathy powers that wouldn't be apparent when looking at her.

I'VE BEEN THINKING ⸻ Oh, are we finally talking about this?

Greer pauses, reigns herself in from her tail flicking to show her own apprehension about the topic. She's been thinking the same thing, or more she's waiting for something to be said. Sure, she could have said something first but Bruce seemed fair more a flight risk if she asked.

❝ I'd like to know that too. ❞ She sets down the paper cup that had been brought to her by Bruce when he came over, takes a few steps towards him and Greer turns to prop against the counter, hands at her side. She's trying not to loom over him, ❝ I suppose it depends if you were asking me out right now or not. ⸻ I know what I would like this to be. ❞

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smash or pass + Bruce /for Greer

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❝ So why haven't we gotten together yet, Bruce? ❞ Uh-oh, she's got a tough question for you first, Bruce. ❝ For the sake of a silly little game, Bruce Banner is at the present top of my SMASH list. ❞ He's good with kids, he's smarter than everyone in any given room, and he's kind of funny. Plus she doesn't necessarily see the Hulk as a problem, at least to a relationship.

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Fill the void of my askbox -> @gammaragee is the silliest for he sent in -> "It's freezing so he's going to offer Greer his jacket"

It was cold outside and she had dressed appropriately enough for herself, a thing long sleeve and mom jeans; gosh, she really had a lot of those in wardrobe these days. Other people were shivering and she had been feeling fine, her furred skin may be thin but it retained enough heat.

However when Bruce Banner is taking his coat and holding it out towards her, the mumble of his words that she's not even quite sure what he said but she knows the gesture. Who was she to reject such a sweet offer, even if she didn't mind the cold.

Greer slips the coat on with a smile, she'll appreciate the extra warmth. ❝ Thank you, Dr. Banner, much warmer now. ❞ Okay, that was a little more of a light tease because he thought she was cold which was cute considering she's the one with fur and he's still got human skin when he's like this. ❝ You'll have to stick close to me to make sure you stay warm too. ❞

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She watches him lean over the brother, it smells amazing and she's able to pick out what he makes his broth with while not looking, though she is. Greer wants to leans close to him, closer and she likes the height over him, laughs as he explain the Hulk would be too big for sewers.

❝ Hulk is Hulk, well, we like him, or don't mind him at all, right, William? ❞

Her kid makes a sort of noise that is half way between a yes and he's focused on picking his nose, since he was doing that now since Greer rejected his desire to climb the counter.

She can't quite determine why Bruce retracts from how close the two of them were; but Greer doesn't pout about it. Not when she's appreciative of how the man takes her son's energy and tries to be constructive with it.

It works because he was eager to please, and he needed direction most of the time. YOU'RE DOING GREAT ⸻ ❝ I try for the little munchkin, not at all what I expected for life but I shed depending on the season. ❞ She watches as he set the tables, as best as he can. It's a simple task with clear instructions. ❝ There's no guidebook for this, and well, people must think I'm crazy but c'mon look at him, Bruce, you think he can be normal human kid school? ❞

William's tail is swishing, and he's proud of himself for setting the table but it's the tail she's making the point about. It moves on its own. She remembers college friends who all got married and had kids about all the annoying habits a kid got in trouble for. A tail he can't control would get him trouble or grabbed at.

❝ So I try my best, mom and superhero ⸻ So this really was appreciated. ❞

Welcoming the help he finds himself not minding at all when Greer moves in closer as he tries to stay focused on minding the broth. ❝ No, no, Hulk is just - well - Hulk, and he's far too large to fit down in the sewers ❞ He replies, flashing a smirk at Greer from over his shoulder, back brushing against her.

Wonders if it's bad that he was enjoying this, playing house, the illusion of normalcy, of course it wouldn't last, he pulls away from her.

Hoping to make something constructive of William's balance energy takes a calculated risk. Crouches down, giving the boy a stack of plates with instructions to set the table, careful watches over him. ❝ He's a good kid, you're doing great with him ❞

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There's definite amuse on her features as she moves through the apartment, following Bruce to the kitchen and making herself comfortable. Leaning against the counter, green eyes tracking his movements.

It's easy to see that he's a little frazzled, keeping up with a kit whose got enough energy that Greer jokes she should get him a hamster wheel and power their own electricity. On top of that, she can guess two things happening at once threw him; all this, however, makes Greer mildly amused over him. ❝ Need a little help there? ❞ She offers after a moment.

❝ Don's the coolest one. ❞

William perks up, reaching to try to pull himself on the counter which Greer moves to retract him from that. ❝ Remember our manners, no counters... ❞ She chuckles at the thought of the questioning that Bruce endured when it came to turtles. Greer tried to keep up, to be invested for son but she definitely felt lost it. Cartoons had never been her thing. ❝ What's the red one? ❞

❝ Raphael, duh. ❞ She'll let that response slide. ❝ Yeah, that one. ❞ To be fair, she knew more than she let out. She's tried and has been oversaturated with Ninja Turtles for weeks now.

❝ Well, I'd like to hear these response too. Is the Big Green a turtle, or does he know them? ❞ She leans ever slightly, into Bruce's side, mostly look over what he's doing and partly to tease, to flirt.

Despite the damage to his place he meant what he said, they had fun, it was kind of nice having someone around that hung on to his every word, even if it was a child, William certainly kept him kept him on his toes. So much that he forgot about dinner ( in his defense he doesn't actually remember starting it )

Over the screeching up fire alarm he just barely hears Greer invites herself to stay for dinner, is relieved, saves him the awkwardness of doing it, hope she likes burnt meatloaf… Hastily waving away the smoke he places the dish aside, moving to stir the sides simmering on the stove, a bit much to handle on his own.

❝ Indeed he did, I think Donatello is my favorite ❞ Answers gently, reaches over to raffle William's hair, making it clear he wasn't just humoring the boy but actually listen to him. ❝ He wanted to know if Hulk was one of the turtles, or if he knew them. I tried my best to explain ❞

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If she hadn't needed to get house work done at their apartment, than she probably would have had Bruce come over to watch William. Considering the fact that their floors have been scratched to hell from two pairs of claws that scratched it up; she figured that it'd be politer for him to come to their place. That did not happen today, and all Greer can hope that William was not feeling like being a natural disaster.

Her eyes dart around the room to see if there was anything she should apologize for. GREER HAD WARNED BRUCE, RIGHT? Greer strokes her thumb over Bruce's cheeks as she does notice a rip in the curtains.

AND SHE HAD THOUGHT HE TOLD WILLIAM NO CLIMBING.

However, she can see the light in William's eyes that he had fun and that he liked Bruce if he was feeling comfortable enough to just jump at him so freely.

❝ Were you nice to Dr. Bruce's furniture, Will? ❞ William does not make a peep about that, just grins at her as he s pulled off Bruce and desposited into Greer's arms. She kisses the top of his head, which earns her a hug before she's putting him down.

Greer could smell that something was starting to burn in the kitchen before Bruce's timer goes off. She bursts out into laughter and deposits William to the ground. ❝ So what I am hearing is we're staying for dinner, and guess it's my turn to owe you for curtain damage control. ❞ She's totally going to impose if she could, and William seems to like the idea enough.

❝ Dr. Bruce taught me about turtles! ❞

❝ Oh really? You'll have to tell me about turtles. ⸺⸻ He talked to you about his ninja turtles obsession, didn't he? ❞ She asks redirecting the conversation to Bruce, knowing when she took William home he would want to curl on the couch, tell her everything until he passed out. Greer can tell he'll sleep good tonight.

Despite Greer's many, many warnings the physicist had started off the day confident in his ability to look after William for an afternoon, after all he likes kids, is pretty sure kids like him, has super power children of his own for crying out loud, so, how hard could it be? He quickly found out.

To say William was precocious would be a severe understatement, within a few hours his curtains were shredded and the lakes of his wood coffee table were almost completely chewed through, hilariously that's less destruction than he's used to.

Takes an abundance of energy to keep up with William, energy he apparently doesn't have because next thing he knows an hour had passed and he is in the middle of pulling the boy off the chandelier. Did he switch, with Joe? Had to be him, Joe can tolerate kids?? Before he can fully wrap his mind around that one there's a knock at the door.

❝ He was just right over -- ❞ Is tackled before he can finish his sentence, letting out an exaggerated yell for William's amusement while trying not to fall face first into Greer's arms, is all smiles when she takes him by the face, causing him to freeze as he looks back up at her. ❝ It was no trouble, really, we had fun ❞

No sooner than he's finished his sentence does it the sound of a timer ending ring out. Damn, he forgot! Promptly yanks the boy off his back, safely plopping him in his mother's arms before making a beeline for the kitchen that smoke was now coming from. ❝ Wasn't sure when you'd get back so I got dinner started ❞