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Um, hi. My name's Bruce Banner. I'm a scientist. I'm not exactly myself when I'm angry, but I guess I'm getting a hold of it. I'm currently living in New York, and sometimes I draw for catharsis (not very well though).
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[[This is an independent roleplay blog based on Bruce Banner in the 2012 Avengers film. I track the tag 'itwastheotherguy' and please see the guidelines for more info about the muse and the mun.]]
this is my family 
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hawkguyclint replied to your post: I can swing by and get some on the way back from…
Clint has enough for the both of them plus a fresh hot tea for Bruce and a decaf coffee for himself. “Hey handsome.”“Hey you,” Bruce grinned at the sight of Clint bearing food, the breeze at the top of the tower making his clothes rumple even more about him. “You know you didn’t actually have to ride in on the Skycycle.”
“I don’t, but it turns you on,” he handed Bruce the food bag, “so I do.” Grinning, he walked past him and started for the elevator.
Taking the bag at hand, Bruce shook his head as he followed Clint inside with a softer smile. “You’re adorable when you do things you aren’t supposed to because it turns me on,” he fondly teased. “How can I resist?”
Yeah, most everything. That was a very long, very difficult first conversation in 30 years, but we got through it. I’m really…happy.Is it alright if I set her up in a guest room for the time being? Just until she’s acclimated, then maybe to her own apartment on another floor.
Of course she’s welcome! Will she be coming with us to Malibu?
I haven’t asked her yet, but I will.
vppotts “Fine. We’ll do hormone therapy,” Hank said. “We’ll take months going about this the conventional way and you’ll be dead, but at least the research will help other people down the line.” He let out a huff, knowing that this sort of language wasn’t very good for producing actual consent for the experiment, but he was having trouble remaining unbiased in the situation. “It’s your choice, Bruce.”
Heat rushed up Bruce’s face at what Hank said, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “You’re right, it is my choice, and my choice is to wait and find something else,” he stonily said. He was, frankly, being a dick by shooting all his options down after asking Hank for help, but it was his body and his disease and his father on the line here. He didn’t want to posthumously owe Brian Banner anything, let alone his life. Pepper said it all the time, and hell, Hank had said it too: they were geniuses. They could figure out something else.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this. I’ll come up with a few ideas and get back to you as soon as possible,” he dismissed and walked out.
My mother is alive. And still in her late 20s, apparently. Don’t ask, it’s all very complicated.
Oh. Congratulations! You’re very lucky. Does she know about… everything?
Yeah, most everything. That was a very long, very difficult first conversation in 30 years, but we got through it. I’m really…happy.
Is it alright if I set her up in a guest room for the time being? Just until she’s acclimated, then maybe to her own apartment on another floor.
vppotts 
hey. you're awesome. :)