The name is Dr. Banner but feel free to call me Bruce. I'm working my life away in a lab and I like that just fine.
I have this bad habit of getting angry and turning into a big green 'rage monster' but I prefer to keep him put away. I like to call him 'the other guy' but you can call him Hulk.
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Bruce rolled his eyes before moving back to his desk with another chuckle, “Knock yourself out then, I met your brother by the way. Good kid.” That’s the formula he was working on even though nothing was really working on him or for him. He was scared to test some parts of it and he was very scared to test them on Johnny, “He was very polite.”
“Oh Johnny.” Pepper tossed the book back down, sauntering over to Bruce. She rested her forearms on his shoulders, peering down at the computer. “Is that what you’ve been working on so much lately? Stuff for Johnny?”
Bruce nodded slowly, getting up and pulling the new formula up on a grid. He pushed it in to test it with a frown, “Yeah. I feel bad for the kid. I know what it’s like not to be able to control.” He frowned as one of the cells wasn’t a match, sliding the failed formula away from himself. “But it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be and I don’t want to test anything.”
She hopped off the table and prowled around the lab until she found his glasses. Pepper put them on with a slight giggle, turning to face the doctor. “What do you think? Do I look smart now?” She continued to pilfer, picking up different notebooks and flipping through them.
Bruce turned around, watching her with an amused smirk. “They make you look ten times smarter Pep.” As she dug through his books, he chuckled slightly, walking over and plucking one out of her hand, “What, if I may ask, are you doing Miss Potts other than destroying my well organized book collection?”
Pepper pouted as the notebook was taken out of her hands, looking up at Bruce. “I’m trying to find something that I might understand, I graduated top in my class. Bruce I went to Yale. I should be able to read this stuff.” She gave him a matter-of-fact nod, taking the book out of his hands and opening it again, “Sadly you have two degrees that quiet outrank me.”
Bruce rolled his eyes before moving back to his desk with another chuckle, “Knock yourself out then, I met your brother by the way. Good kid.” That’s the formula he was working on even though nothing was really working on him or for him. He was scared to test some parts of it and he was very scared to test them on Johnny, “He was very polite.”
She hopped off the table and prowled around the lab until she found his glasses. Pepper put them on with a slight giggle, turning to face the doctor. “What do you think? Do I look smart now?” She continued to pilfer, picking up different notebooks and flipping through them.
Bruce turned around, watching her with an amused smirk. “They make you look ten times smarter Pep.” As she dug through his books, he chuckled slightly, walking over and plucking one out of her hand, “What, if I may ask, are you doing Miss Potts other than destroying my well organized book collection?”
(Source: christianthatkid, via andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels)
