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He kept from snorting and just raised his eyebrows and nodded. You already seem like a loon, do you really need to look more rude? “It’s something alright.” Bruce nodded again at his description and licked his lips before mumbling something that was along the lines of “You say that now, but when you see it, you’ll think differently.” Bruce shifted in his seat and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt. “But uh, yeah. The abilities arent permanent, just permanent in that they can always come back.” Bruce idly wondered how Steve would react upon meeting Hulk and then switched tracks to wonder how long they been there, having their rather…stilted conversation. The thought of him sitting with Steve still…confusing him in the sense that…it shouldn’t be happening but it is.

Steve nodded, “I see.” He didn’t really understand but he didn’t understand a lot about these SHIELD people. Besides the agents, they were all normal. The other people though, they were all very different and strange. “You know, maybe I should go head back to my room. It’s getting late and it looks like you need some rest, I know I do.” He said, slowly standing up from his seat.

 Bruce was thankful for the respite in speaking, he never knew how to…end conversations politely. “Yeah, I’ve uh. Been up for over 24 hours but I couldn’t just…sleep tonight.” He stood up as well and held out his hand, “It was a pleasure meeting you Steve. I uh, look forward to working with you.”

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“Now I’m very interested.” He chuckled and then tilted his head, “Really?” He nodded, “Neat.” He said with a slight smile, “I want to ask but you don’t seem like you want to discuss it, so that’s fine.”

“If anything, I would ask that friend of yours to find you some. Eye-opening stuff.” Bruce chuckled and scratched the side of his neck. He was pleasantly surprised when Steve allowed him the opportunity to not talk about it, it kind of made him want to talk about it, but he wasn’t sure how he would take the ‘Well, if my heart beats too fast, I turn into a giant green humanoid that has the temperament of a toddler.’ talk, but…  “I appreciate that. It’s uh…not exactly a neat power, though…” Bruce licked his lips and was silent for a moment, “Uh…You know what the serum did to you? Ah…think of it…similar to that, but magnified.” And more painful, and more restrictive with a side dish of being alone and a monster. He thought grimly.

“Well, it must be something if they’ve got you here.” He said, opening his bag of chips and putting another one into his mouth. He finished it before he continued on, “So, you become really fast and really strong?” He asked as he stuck another chip into his mouth. “Well that doesn’t sound all that bad. It’s not a permanent thing, obviously.”

He kept from snorting and just raised his eyebrows and nodded. You already seem like a loon, do you really need to look more rude? "It’s something alright." Bruce nodded again at his description and licked his lips before mumbling something that was along the lines of "You say that now, but when you see it, you’ll think differently." Bruce shifted in his seat and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt. "But uh, yeah. The abilities arent permanent, just permanent in that they can always come back." Bruce idly wondered how Steve would react upon meeting Hulk and then switched tracks to wonder how long they been there, having their rather…stilted conversation. The thought of him sitting with Steve still…confusing him in the sense that…it shouldn’t be happening but it is.

supersoldiersteve:

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“I keep hearing about these comics but you know, I haven’t seen any of them yet.” He rested his chin in his hand, “I’ll have to ask around.” He said, looking at the man with a suddenly confused look, “So, do you have some sort of ‘power’, too, or are you like Tony Stark with a fancy body suit?”

“You really should. The way some of them interpreted your looks? Good lord.” More musclebound than Hulk half the time. Bruce moved around in his seat and crossed his ankle over his knee before uncrossing again. “Ah…some…sort of power.” He gave Steve a wry grin.

“Now I’m very interested.” He chuckled and then tilted his head, “Really?” He nodded, “Neat.” He said with a slight smile, “I want to ask but you don’t seem like you want to discuss it, so that’s fine.”

"If anything, I would ask that friend of yours to find you some. Eye-opening stuff." Bruce chuckled and scratched the side of his neck. He was pleasantly surprised when Steve allowed him the opportunity to not talk about it, it kind of made him want to talk about it, but he wasn’t sure how he would take the ‘Well, if my heart beats too fast, I turn into a giant green humanoid that has the temperament of a toddler.’ talk, but…  “I appreciate that. It’s uh…not exactly a neat power, though…” Bruce licked his lips and was silent for a moment, “Uh…You know what the serum did to you? Ah…think of it…similar to that, but magnified.” And more painful, and more restrictive with a side dish of being alone and a monster. He thought grimly.

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Bruce gave him a small smile and ignored the single, louder beep from the heart monitor. “Sounds nice. It’s good, lucky, that they’re helping you out with all of this, especially your friend. Can’t imagine how it would’ve been otherwise.” He ran a hand through his hair, causing it to fluff up some. “It’s uh, weird to think that I’m going to work with Captain America.” He chuckled softly. “I mean, I read some of your comics when I was a kid, so I uh…it’s strange.”

“I keep hearing about these comics but you know, I haven’t seen any of them yet.” He rested his chin in his hand, “I’ll have to ask around.” He said, looking at the man with a suddenly confused look, “So, do you have some sort of ‘power’, too, or are you like Tony Stark with a fancy body suit?”

"You really should. The way some of them interpreted your looks? Good lord." More musclebound than Hulk half the time. Bruce moved around in his seat and crossed his ankle over his knee before uncrossing again. “Ah…some…sort of power.” He gave Steve a wry grin.

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“Really? I’ve been here about three weeks, though I don’t think I’ve seen you around…” He said thoughtfully, though not very surprised. Bruce fiddled with the strap of his heart monitor, grateful for its quiet and grounding beep at this moment. “This might be…an odd question…and I apologise if it’s uh, too imposing..but, how…have you been acclimating to being here? At SHIELD or in the present, whichever you’d like to answer.” That, he was genuinely curious about. He didn’t have the air of an agent (even highly trained agents have tells, no matter what they say).

Steve smiled slightly, “I’ve made a friend who’s been taking me places lately.” He said, taking the bag and rolling up the top and moving it off to the side. He was used to these late nights, it was quietest now. He shook his head, “Oh..no that’s okay. Well, since I woke up, there have been agents that have helped me adjust. I read a lot of history books, documents, that sort of thing to catch me up on everything important. I’ve had to do a lot of thinking and coping, realizing that everyone I knew is gone. I’m still dealing with that, every day, though. And I’ve also made a friend, like I said, who has been taking me places and introducing me to new things, and also doing things that were around in my time.” He nodded his head slightly.

Bruce gave him a small smile and ignored the single, louder beep from the heart monitor. “Sounds nice. It’s good, lucky, that they’re helping you out with all of this, especially your friend. Can’t imagine how it would’ve been otherwise.” He ran a hand through his hair, causing it to fluff up some. “It’s uh, weird to think that I’m going to work with Captain America.” He chuckled softly. “I mean, I read some of your comics when I was a kid, so I uh…it’s strange.”

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Steve just nodded his head at him, as he didn’t understand half the words he was saying. He may have been this super hero of sorts, but Steve, regardless of how long he has been alive, was a young man who was only an artist before being accepted into the Army. He wasn’t a super smart genius, but only a regular guy. He turned around and sat back down in his chair, a chair across from him available as he stuck another chip into his mouth. He was finding this man very strange and it was making him uncomfortable. He wasn’t good with talking to new people anyways. “So, what would you like to know?” He asked, munching.

Bruce regretted his idea immediately. He was curious, but not curious enough to talk to the man for some unknown amount of time, teammates or not. Dig yourself another hole there, Bruce. You sure know how to do that well. He sat in the chair opposite Steve, keeping his distance from him. “Uh…haven’t…thought that far ahead…” he mumbled mostly to himself. “Uh, I suppose…uh…favourite…music?” His face scrunched up slightly as he posited that question. Very…scientific…just excuse yourself, eat your popcorn and try to sleep. 

Steve scratched the side of his face and glanced around, there was no one else around. For all he knew, this man could be someone after him, but he did recall someone mentioning someone named Bruce, so he could only assume it was this man, “I’ve always just listened to what was on the radio. I never had a set favorite, mostly because I don’t dance so I can enjoy everything, I suppose.” He said, looking down at his hands. He had a problem with a lot of eye contact.

"Ah…right makes sense." He wasn’t much of a dancer himself, only doing it when he absolutely had to, which he made sure was as little as possible. Bruce listened to the soft beep of his heart monitor as a strained silence settled over them before another question popped into his mind, probably the first one he should’ve asked if he was being honest. "How long have you been at SHIELD?"

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“Nice to meet you too…Steve.” He was thankful for the space Steve gave him, he was still a bit…weirded out. Bruce gave him a little half smile at the comment, “Believe me, SHIELD would have had enough of your DNA from before and after you became this…paragon of patriotism and freedom. It’s kind of what scientists do, I would know.” He chuckled softly before what Tigra said to him came back and sort of just…took root as he took in his appearance.

He wasn’t sure how to ask him about verifying his name sake, how could he? He wasn’t alive 70 years ago. Steve could say anything and it could be true. Right. Uh, you’re a scientist Bruce. What do you do when you’re unsure? You ask questions and develop a hypothesis.  He’ll ask Tigra later about Steve, but for now, he’ll just…talk to Captain America. Well isn’t that a thought… “Well then I do believe we’ll uh, be working together in the future.” He looked over at the table Steve sat at and back. “I don’t want to keep you standing, so uh. Do you want to have a seat and we can…get to know each other?”

Steve just nodded his head at him, as he didn’t understand half the words he was saying. He may have been this super hero of sorts, but Steve, regardless of how long he has been alive, was a young man who was only an artist before being accepted into the Army. He wasn’t a super smart genius, but only a regular guy. He turned around and sat back down in his chair, a chair across from him available as he stuck another chip into his mouth. He was finding this man very strange and it was making him uncomfortable. He wasn’t good with talking to new people anyways. “So, what would you like to know?” He asked, munching.

Bruce regretted his idea immediately. He was curious, but not curious enough to talk to the man for some unknown amount of time, teammates or not. Dig yourself another hole there, Bruce. You sure know how to do that well. He sat in the chair opposite Steve, keeping his distance from him. “Uh…haven’t…thought that far ahead…” he mumbled mostly to himself. “Uh, I suppose…uh…favourite…music?” His face scrunched up slightly as he posited that question. Very…scientific…just excuse yourself, eat your popcorn and try to sleep. 

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 ”Uh…I don’t think so? Seeing as, oh I don’t know, you’ve been MIA for 70 odd years? And that’s not including the possibility that you were just a random guy used as a propaganda tool…” Bruce tucked the bag of popcorn into his pockets and looked back at Steve. “Unless SHIELD created a clone, which they…would.” Bruce squinted his eyes at him as Steve walked towards him and held out his hand. “…Right…” Bruce shook moved to shake his hand, he may be rude sometimes, but he wasn’t without manners. “I’m uh, Bruce Banner.”

“Nice to meet you, sir.” He said as he shook the mans hand and then took a step back to give him some space, “Well from what I’ve learned since I’ve been here, wouldn’t they need to have found Steve Rogers to create a clone? And if he were dead, by the time they’d found him, he’d be nothing but bones.” He gave a smile, “I can assure you that I am Captain America. The Captain America.”

"Nice to meet you too…Steve." He was thankful for the space Steve gave him, he was still a bit…weirded out. Bruce gave him a little half smile at the comment, "Believe me, SHIELD would have had enough of your DNA from before and after you became this…paragon of patriotism and freedom. It’s kind of what scientists do, I would know." He chuckled softly before what Tigra said to him came back and sort of just…took root as he took in his appearance.

He wasn’t sure how to ask him about verifying his name sake, how could he? He wasn’t alive 70 years ago. Steve could say anything and it could be true. Right. Uh, you’re a scientist Bruce. What do you do when you’re unsure? You ask questions and develop a hypothesis.  He’ll ask Tigra later about Steve, but for now, he’ll just…talk to Captain America. Well isn’t that a thought… “Well then I do believe we’ll uh, be working together in the future.” He looked over at the table Steve sat at and back. “I don’t want to keep you standing, so uh. Do you want to have a seat and we can…get to know each other?”

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Steve had sat down and opened the small package when he heard the man talking, obviously from what he caught, about him. Steve turned his head and pulled his eyebrows together, looking at the man with a confused look on his face. He just sat there and stared for a moment, “I’m sorry…were you talking to me, sir?” He asked, turning around for a brief moment to put a chip into his mouth and then turned back around, looking at the man. He hadn’t seen him before.

Bruce blinked at him and shook his head. “Uh, not really. Unless you’re actually Captain America, which you physically can’t be, so it was mostly to myself.” Bruce rubbed at the back of his neck before edging a step away, eyes still on the stranger. At least I thought it was to myself. 

Steve tilted his head. This man sounded insane. “I can’t be?” He looked down at himself and then back up at him, “I am Captain America, though.” He relaxed slightly and put on a smile, “Steve Rogers.” He said, standing up and stepping towards him, holding out a hand.

 ”Uh…I don’t think so? Seeing as, oh I don’t know, you’ve been MIA for 70 odd years? And that’s not including the possibility that you were just a random guy used as a propaganda tool…” Bruce tucked the bag of popcorn into his pockets and looked back at Steve. “Unless SHIELD created a clone, which they…would.” Bruce squinted his eyes at him as Steve walked towards him and held out his hand. “…Right…” Bruce shook moved to shake his hand, he may be rude sometimes, but he wasn’t without manners. “I’m uh, Bruce Banner.”

supersoldiersteve:

Steve had sat down and opened the small package when he heard the man talking, obviously from what he caught, about him. Steve turned his head and pulled his eyebrows together, looking at the man with a confused look on his face. He just sat there and stared for a moment, “I’m sorry…were you talking to me, sir?” He asked, turning around for a brief moment to put a chip into his mouth and then turned back around, looking at the man. He hadn’t seen him before.

Bruce blinked at him and shook his head. “Uh, not really. Unless you’re actually Captain America, which you physically can’t be, so it was mostly to myself.” Bruce rubbed at the back of his neck before edging a step away, eyes still on the stranger. At least I thought it was to myself. 

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