kindacatchy | Post IW shenanigans

Hulk did a number on the arm before. I would have thought you'd have put some more work on it after that.

[Only Hulk was gone for two years. Maybe it wasn't a priority, ya think, Banner?

He's exhausted, terrified, freaked out, and so unspeakably grateful that Tony just hugs him back. Crawling back inside the Hulkbuster isn't an option, is it? Too bad. He's just going to have to go with taking some comfort with his friend.]

Who's had time to eat? [He reluctantly lets Tony go and takes a step back.] I can't wait for you to meet Shuri if you want brains. [Sucks to be effortlessly schooled by a teenager, so he'd like to see Tony enjoy-- What if she was part of the lost 50%? He loses some momentum and all of his smile because he just doesn't know.] If she's still around.

[Indeed, Banner. There have been... distractions to say the least. And Tony is really, really glad that you are back. His heart also breaks, finally seeing Bruce up close and witness how terrible he looks, no offense.]

Well, you look terrible, maybe you should've considered some blueberries. [But indeed, who has time to eat? Or sleep? Tony pockets his hands, looking over the remains of the 'Buster.] Shuri? [He may have heard that name somewhere, but the part about her may not being around just yet another kick. Jesus, just how many exactly is the half of the universe? And he could almost stop it... almost...] She is. She must be, because- because apparently, brains survive. Here's me, and you, so... [He motions with his hand, but he doesn't look at Bruce. Just at the suit. If he's concentrating on how to repair it, it will keep him sane for a while.]

But I met a cyborg. A real one. A 'she', actually.

You know how to make a guy feel good. [He's sore as hell, but he's alive, so sore, bruised, bloodied? None of them are all that important other than making sure no one is exposed to his blood.] Shuri's the king of Wakanda's sister. Did you know he's-- was enhanced? He was giving Rogers a run for his money out there.

[He keeps his eyes down on his shoes scuffing in the dirt before he twists around to look back toward the city.] Speaking of... I, uh... called Rogers. You going to stick around or do I have to get Thor to scruff you both?

That's me. [Tony smiles, but it's not a happy one, more like a wince.]

Huh. That's interesting. Now I very much like to meet her. Is she making suits too? [Anyone who can make tech that puts up with Captain America takes Tony's respect immediately.

Although he falls silent. His eyes are still on his suit, but he's seeing the phone in his hand. Even after everything that happened Steve promised to come and help when needed. And he did. But Tony is still not sure how to handle that issue at all.] Good call. I mean, literally too.

[He takes a shaky breath, scratching behind his ear. How is he even going to start on all this? His eyes find their way back to Bruce.] Will you stick around?

[No one is happy. No one. They both know that with the highest stakes in the universe in their hands, they weren't enough.]

I don't know, but she had some observations on how we constructed Vision's neural network that pulled the rug out from under my feet.

[He comes back to put a hand on Tony's arm, just trying to pull his attention away from yet another ruined suit.] I didn't leave in the first place. Come on, we both need... I don't know. Blueberries? Can't get those here.

[Observations? About Vision's neural network?! That thing was enough to keep Tony on his toes and someone just observes it? Tony sighs. That excitement in his chest about a fellow genius will always be welcomed. He really hopes this Shuri is still around and that they can meet in person, so she can tell him all about her work.

So this is what hope does to people. Hope makes them go to get their ass kicked again and again, he wonders. Tony hates hope and almost glad he seems to be abandoning it.

The touch catches him off guard.]

And you didn't contact me. [With both Steve and Bruce out of the picture... it's been pretty difficult. Almost lonely. It's good they are back... but at what cost? He feels his leftover strength leaving him.] What I need... is a drink. Without ice. The whole bottle. So, back to the compound? Is it still intact?

[Hope's a bitch, Tony. Take it from a guy who's been smacked in the face by hope more than once. Don't go Bruce's route; the universe has lost enough people as it is.]

I wasn't running the show for most of the past two years. [He takes his hand back and uses it to rub his forehead. That reinforced vibranium wall that he spent years building in his head between him and Hulk feel like it's little more than sticks and spit at this point.] Most of the fighting was over here; the compound's still standing as far as I know, but if that's where you want to go for a drink that's going to take some of us longer than others to get there.

[He doesn't wait for Tony to join him, just sucks in a breath and lets it out in a heavy sigh before he starts trudging back toward the city.]

((ooc: oh god I re-read some of my tags from last night and they were terrible, I'm so sorry.))

You were the 'other guy' for two years? Is that even-- How's that possible? [Losing control for. Two. Years. It baffles Tony. He can't even imagine how that would feel. Wait, no, he can. He's lost control too many times in his life. But for two years? Two years?

He doesn't follow Bruce right away, but reaches for his earpiece to call FRIDAY for a flight. Because of course Tony has helicopters on auto-pilot and he hopes they are not too damaged to pick them up. He hurries up to fall in step with Bruce, his hand involuntarily finds a way on his back. Damn, Tony is glad Bruce is still here, alive under his palm unlike some others.]

We're gonna be one of the firsts then, I arranged a ride. [He squeezes Bruce's shoulder a little, before letting go.] Or you'd rather walk?

Meanwhile, I need details of those two years. And I need them now, while my blood alcohol levels are low. Talk to me, Banner. [Just talk to him, just a little, until this screaming goes away. God, this must be how Bruce feel like all the time.]

[ooc: Dude, seriously not a problem. Sorry for dropping out here. I got off work and said, "I'll take a nap," and woke up at midnight, seven hours later.]

I'd tell you to ask him, but he's on strike. [It doesn't baffle Bruce, it terrifies him. He doesn't even know where to begin slotting it in with his Hulk dysfunction, how he remembered Thanos, or... well, pretty much anything in his life just that moment.

He's actually kind of grateful for the weight of Tony's hand as an anchor because just losing his shit does seem like it could be a viable option. Then it's gone and he's just going to have to figure it out for himself, but what else is new?]

A ride's good, but I can only tell you so much about the past two years. Banner no estaba en casa. I don't even know how he got off planet, but he's spent the last two years or so on a planet called Sakaar. It's like the literal dumping ground of the universe.

[He doesn't really want to talk about what Hulk did, but amazingly, they're surrounded by enough worse that it's the least of evils if if keeps them both from dwelling on how they failed and what it cost every single person alive everywhere.]

((ooc: It's okay, naps are everything! ))

You know what, I will. I'll ask him. I have a lot to ask that asshole. [Because, the Hulk is still a part of Banner. If there is something wrong with it, then something is wrong with Bruce. And Tony will do everything in his power to find out what...

He doesn't want to let go either, but if he holds on, they can't move forward. Even if Tony feels that this 'moving forward' is not him anymore, it's some kind of auto-pilot. He's not entirely here anymore, just like Bruce... but maybe he can be still saved.]

On a different planet? To a planet that's- that's a dumpsite? For real? No wonder I couldn't find you for the life of me, you son of a bitch. [He curses under his breath. He tried to find Bruce, he really did. But even Tony Stark can scan the whole of the universe... Tony licks his lips and looks ahead, seeing the battlefield. And just realizing that they are, in fact, in Wakanda. He stops in his tracks, eying the city in the distance. Oh... yes maybe FRIDAY even mentioned something like that. Such a silly detail to look over and yet Tony's limbs go cold.] Oh. I'm afraid my rides may take a, uh, few hours... So uh, were there aliens, like... I don't know, with bug like eyes or skin like stone or somethin'?

Be my guest. Only thing he's said to me is no. [Which... is pretty damned weird as it is.] If he comes out to talk to you, have Thor punch him in the nose for me.

[He shoots Tony a look for being called a son of a bitch. Seriously, save it for Hulk. Bruce probably would have run away, but at least he would have stayed on Earth.]

On Sakaar you mean? I - me, Bruce - I wasn't there for even a whole day, but yeah, there were all kinds of aliens. Buggy ones, humanoid ones with no faces, a few different kinds that looked pretty human.

[The hill that stretches ahead of them is... daunting to consider walking, but he can't justify taking up space in any of the vehicles that have landed to tend to the wounded survivors. There aren't nearly as many of them as there should be, but there aren't nearly as many people, period, as there should be.]

Only after me, Banner. [Yes Tony just threatened to punch the Hulk too, what about that huh. Huh... Tony shakes his head. He'd lost his mind, hadn't he.

He closes his eyes for a moment. He can't even imagine being on a different planet, all alone and-- wait no. He can.

Watching the few that left, Tony feels the guilt again. That sticky, acidic things in his limbs, in his mind, telling him he shouldn't be here either. He also takes a mental note to check in on New York, but he's not ready for those news yet.]

Sounds exciting, we should visit there sometime. Maybe in the summer. When the weather is-- [A beat. Then he sighs again turning to Bruce, patting his chest with the back of his fingers.] Were you alone? Hm? Up there, at the Trash Planet? I mean, besides the vegetable.

[The image makes Bruce think of a chihuahua yapping at a great dane. That's worth a hint of a smile at least.] Might want to repair the 'buster first if you want him to notice.

[They can both hide behind banter a little longer. The world's still spinning, less half its population. Did the universal purge include all life? Or just sentient life? He flinched from thinking of it and wrapped his arms around his own torso in a self-protective, self-comforting hug.]

Vegetable? [He squints at Tony while he tries to pull up a recent cast of new acquaintances to see if any of them fit the description. Nothing seems to stick unless he's talking about that walking tree Bruce caught a glimpse or two of in the middle of hell coming to visit.] I don't know, man. I came to on Sakaar in the wreckange of the quinjet, wearing a Hulk-sized skirt, beads from a giant's Mardi Gras, with two years of my life missing. Thor was there, we stole a ship, went to Asgard, and the next thing I know I'm in New York scared shitless with a bunch of knowledge about Thanos in my head that I didn't learn directly.

And you really need to wear looser pants. I'm telling you, that much pressure on your junk isn't doing anyone any favors. [Non sequiter, what? It follows in Bruce's head, since they're talking Sakaar and clothes. Besides, the tangent keeps them away from Thanos for another minute or two.]

[Touché, Tony wonders. But at least some goal for the future is already set. Even if it's something as simple as repairing the Buster.]

The Hulk. [He helps with a sigh, throwing a hand up in defeat. He knows the rest of the story. So that's how they met with Thor, on that Trash Planet. The more hears about it, the more it sounds like some fever dream. Holy Jesus, Tony thought talking to Bruce will calm him, but--]

My pant- what's wrong with my pants-- I was jogging, it needs to be tight, alright? [Because being right about pants is much more urgent, than anything regarding Thanos. Not today. Except it's today.] Besides it compliments my figure, don't you think?

The Hulk's not exactly company. I've never even known we could talk before today. [For a very limited definition of the word, "talk" at least.] I yell at him, he tells me no. That's what we've got right now.

[He honestly hasn't noticed what Tony's wearing up until now. He twists a little to look him over and shakes his head.] Not those. The only clothes on the quinjet were yours, and I'm telling you, I spent more time picking them out of my crotch than I did planning a daring escape from a 'no one leaves' planet where the main form of entertainment for the population is gladiatorial death matches.

Yeah, but... [Tony scratches the back of his head, wincing a little.] A part of you that you're too familiar with. That's the Hulk. Things like this, they- they become companions of some sort. [The suits. It's a bit like the suits... And if something's wrong them, it needs to be fixed.]

Oh, wow, I offer you to compliment me and you're not even taking it. [Tony sighs softly, looking over Bruce from head to toe, imagining him in those clothes. Is that a smile on his lips? Could be.] I'm glad I could help with distraction then, you should thank me. You are welcome. And you can- you can keep the clothes.

But seriously, Bruce, gladiatorial death matches? I mean, you told me it was a dump and now it sounds way cooler. [It's not cool, he's a bit freaking out there.]

I think you're confusing my green Mr. Hyde with FRIDAY or JARVIS. [Another pang and he can't help but look back in the direction where he'd last seen Vision's body. Vision had kept JARVIS "alive."

At least Tony's pout about the clothes gives him a distraction from missing an AI. He doesn't miss Vision, but JARVIS? Yeah, he'll miss him; Tony does good work with his AIs.]

You can talk to Hulk about your clothes. Maybe he'll have some input on the crotch situation.

[He keeps his head down and resumes trudging. One step at a time, green grass, mud, blood, all passing as he walks through the battlefield. What he wants is to go back to Avengers Tower, but that's no more and half a world away anyway. What he does is all he's ever been able to do - keep moving until he can find a place to hunker down.] It wasn't cool. It was big and weird and everything's been happening so fast.

[He turns his head enough to see Tony out of the corner of his eye.] Ultron feels like it was literally yesterday. Day before at most.

[Tony doesn't know yet that JARVIS-- Vision is gone. Maybe he knows, though, somewhere deep down, but not acknowledging it just yet.]

You already had an input on the crotch situation and I will put it where is belongs. [Pointed look.]

Alright, alright, it wasn't cool. Nothing about it was cool. [He agrees, shaking his arms a bit to warm them up for some reason.

And then Bruce has to mention Ultron. It's not yesterday for Tony, but he is thinking about it every. day. It's another of his mistakes. But he had years to process that experience, to let it eat away at his already butchered soul. While Bruce may just start on that.] I'm sorry, buddy. I wish I could've... somehow reach you and...

[A shaky breath as he looks around again, searching for the words to say. But the world is suddenly so huge and he is so small. How could he ever help anyone.]... work something out. Help you. [Save you.]

[Alright, now he really wants that drink.]

[Denial isn't necessarily always a bad thing. Sometimes it's all that stands between a guy and just... breaking. Says the guy whose own issues came together and gave themselves a name and started living an independent life in the past couple of years.]

Sakaar isn't on you. [He grips the back of his own neck and can feel the ache there, part whiplash from getting tossed around in the Hulkbuster, part tension and fear. He wants to tell Tony that maybe Hulk needed to be on Sakaar for Thor and Asgard, but if he says that, then he has to look at the memories - Hulk's memories - he has of Asgard's destruction and everything after that.]

Talk to me. Tell me something new. What's with this? [He taps the center of his chest and indicates the glowing triangle on Tony's chest.]

Sakaar wouldn't have happened if not for Ultron. And Ultron is on me. [Tony snaps, but immediately tries to collect himself. This is not the time... not the time. But then when is the time?

He looks down at his chest, his breath coming short.]

Oh, this? Protection. For me, for the others. I mean, I don't need it like in the past, it's just an attachment... it was always there, so I figured I'll put it back. Where else could it be? [He clears his throat. Is he rambling? He may be.] It stores the nanobots for the suit. But I can't show you cuz- cuz the suit is gone, it's- it was destroyed when-- back at the... [He needs to sit down, just a few minutes until he catches his breath, until all this passes. Damn, it has been such a long time since a panic attack.] At the evil planet with the... things... there...

Ultron is on us. Both of us. [And that's enough said about that for now. They aren't going to see which of them takes the gold in the Guilt Olympics. It's a talk that needs to be had, but not now, not today. They'd failed bigger than just Ultron today and if they stop to embrace that guilt, if they don't keep moving, the quicksand's going to pull them both under.]

Nanobots, huh? [He can see that Tony's made the mistake of stopping and now he's sinking... It's his turn to put a hand on Tony's back, sit down next to him and offer an anchorage point.] Talk to me about nanobots. When did you get them working? How long until you can manufacture replacements?

[He draws in a deep breath, loudly and deliberately and lets it out slowly - a reminder to Tony to do the same. Breathe, Tony, and be grateful that it isn't Thor with you now or you'd probably be hearing about how the sun is going down.] How's the integration with FRIDAY's AI?

[He really wants a meltdown of his own, but he's already had his back in New York and they're one per customer.]

[No, Vision is, Tony wants to say, but he can't. He is busy putting air in his lungs.]

Not long ago. I started the tech a whole ago, but I needed- I got some intel from- from Wakanda, they helped me with the bots, about the how's and the what's. But the rest was all me- I- I have a few backups, I could come up with another few suits in a few days... [He nods and takes his own breath again, slow and just like the taught him. The hand on his back is a surprise to feel reassuring; usually Tony doesn't like people touching him when he's in a state like this. He's concentrating on a spot near Bruce's feet as he's breathing and talking.]

That took me the longest time, it's- it's trickier with nanobots. The network-- it's more complicated. But I figured it out and you're gonna love it.

[He's calming down, but it's all coming back to him. The war, the losses... how are they going to go on after this?]

Wonder if Wakanda's up for a physicist exchange program. [Keep it inane. Keep it light. Don't look in the dark places. That's advice they can both use.]

The distributed data syncing would be a challenge working across that kind of scale. [He really is interested. Thinking about seeing the specs might be his happy place for a while as they both try to pull themselves together enough to be functional.] Can't afford data lag between your foot and shoulder. There'd better be video of your first prototype runs. I need a laugh.

[Now that Tony's pulling back, finding a little bit of solid ground to stand on, Bruce takes his hand back, tangles his fingers together in front of him while he leans his forearms on his bent knees.]

Nat's blonde now. [Light and inane, there you go.]

All you gotta do is ask, they- they are friendly now. [Tony swallows to wet his dry throat. Yes, keep it together, keep it light.]

I kept some, but only for your entertainment-- if I- if I see them on someone's phone again that's the last time I showed you anything. [Oh it was a beautiful struggle. Pepper called it relapse though.

Tony is still staring at the ground, feeling the weight of that empty shell on his chest.]

Blonde's in this year. [He mutters without giving it more thought. So talk. Such light. He thinks about Steve for a moment. He is also blonde. Or...] They've switched with Steve? Maybe he's red now?

Yeah, I might just do that. [Apparently Wakanda doesn't have a problem with harboring fugitives from the Accords, so there is that. Bruce has already concluded that he and the Accords aren't happening.]

Look, just because I sent Nat video - one time - of you trying to sing Margaritaville at karaoke doesn't mean I'd leak prototype vids.

[Maybe they can do the therapy session the way Tony had unloaded after the Mandarin. Tony can spill his guts and Bruce can doze off about five minutes in. Tony gets to talk it out, Bruce gets some sleep - win/win. He can't just tell Tony to do what Bruce does and repress, repress, repress.

He's about ready to just lie down right here and go to sleep. There are going to be nightmares and there are going to be at least two years' worth of flashbacks, and contemplating those have him straightening and scrubbing his hands over scruffy cheeks. He'll just drink a lot of coffee for now.]

Steve's still blond. He's got a beard now and there's no more red, white, and blue, but he's still blond.

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