#banner-onvacation

[cloudybrews]

" I'm so sorry, I didn't" he trailed off his wide brown eyes same like Tonys. " I promise, I'm not here to hurt you" he had his hands up, no weapons. He hated weapons. The Mutant paused for moment. " Well you are one of most famous scentist.... and you work with... my brother" he felt awkard, speaking with others was sometimes hard for him. He felt some what embrassed, part of him wanting to actually pretend this never happen. He was young, couple years out of Highschool, even through he didn't graduate. He sheepisly ran his hand through his hair, way to comfort himself. "Plus you seem close to him,is.. he okay.. I mean.. " he frown putting his hands in his pockets. "Plus whole, him almost dying.. and.. I don't really have away to check up on him... I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm dead" Nervous of course he is nervous. But his brother was smart, and he trust the right people. And the doctor was Avenger still. His thoughts were racing by time he managed to take a breathe.

[ Open RP !! ]

It had been a long night of studies, hours spent staring at a high-tech screen, looking at his own altered DNA. He was hitting dead end after dead end with each ticking moment, and frankly, the scientist was tired of constantly losing. As the sun rose above the tropical horizon, the only thing Bruce Banner could feel was dread- and exhaustion. And yet, there Bruce sat, seemingly sticking out like a sore thumb against the beach-themed tiki bar. It was relatively empty- given that it was ten in the morning, the only other bar-goers seeming in the same headspace as the sunken-eyed scientist. His mind was a million miles away, elbow propped up against the bar's surface as he waited for the one bartender on shift to make his Miami Vice. Maybe it was a little early to start drinking, much less a frozen beverage, but his mind was whirring too quickly and he needed to calm down. The ravenet managed to snap away from his spiraling thoughts as the drink was slid toward him, flashing a little grateful grin before sipping the icy beverage. Slowly immersing himself in his surroundings, finally able to hear the Bob Marley song playing throughout the tiki bar. Bruce Banner gazed up at the muted TVs then, his drinking pace brutal as The Avengers flashed on the glowing screen. Something about Steve Rogers being a criminal, Banner was already looking away before he could process the words. Bruce didn't want to prove himself right, that his worries about the team were correct and he should be on this god-forsaken beach. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh, the scientist reached for his empty drink, lips pressing together as he realized his first beverage was already finished. "Hey, uh, can I get another one of these, please?" Bruce called to the bartender, who only nodded. Banner looked back toward the other TV, showing a golfing match- only for a hand to clamp down onto his shoulder.