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[ it was the heeeeeeeeeaaaaat of the momeeeeeent ] [ closed ]

Mar 16, 2010 11:02

WHO: hulkkeysmash and listen_bud
WHERE: Bruce's lab
WHEN: Forward dated to when Team Moonlanding comes home
WARNINGS: Excessive quipping!
SUMMARY: Peter Parker has an offer that Bruce can't refuse.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever Steve desires from there

( shone in your eeeeyyyyyyyyesssssss )

peter parker | spider-man, † bruce banner | hulk

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listen_bud March 17 2010, 02:15:44 UTC

[ The soft ambient sounds of Bruce's lab-- his own soft, shuttering breathing, the click of the lens as Bruce magnified it's scope-- was broken by a loud clatter on the empty space to the right of him. On inspection it was... a grilled Portobello panini?

About two seconds after that, Spider-man dropped upside-down from the ceiling, in front of Bruce's desk, eating his own non-vegetarian sandwich. ]

What's up, doc?

hulkkeysmash March 17 2010, 02:20:08 UTC

[ grilled sandwiches falling from the sky wasn't something that happened to Bruce very often. Pie, yes, but that was only because that was a powerset of one of the City's imPorts. Bruce startled at it like it had fangs, jerking his head up a little too quickly.

He hadn't heard Spider-Man's approach, but the red uniform was instantly recognizable. His eyes flared a hard acid green but, aside from that, he kept control.

He wasn't fibbing when he said he was doing better ]

Oh. Ah. Nothing much. [ picking up the sandwich, he was pleased and a little surprised at the lack of meat products ] ---Thank you?

listen_bud March 17 2010, 02:40:46 UTC

[ He pointed to Bruce's cup, munching on his own sandwich. ]

Too much coffee, man. But ah... Kitty said you weren't into the meat thing. [ chewchewchew. ]

[ Spidey dropped and hopped up to take a seat on the edge of the desk, peeking over at whatever it was Bruce had been looking at a minute ago. ]

hulkkeysmash March 17 2010, 06:34:43 UTC

[ He picked the cup back up, swishing it to dissolve the sludge of sugar at the bottom. Bruce shook his head. ]

No such thing as too much. Quite possibly my stimulant of choice. As for meat, I...lost my taste for that some time ago. [ Bruce sipped the coffee again, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. The slide was of his own blood, the calculations whirring through the computer disassembling his genetics a spool at a time. ]

I wondered when you'd stop by. How is the City treating you?

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