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bakerstreet2017-12-23 11:05 am
oakensocks) wrote in bakerstreet2017-12-23 11:05 am
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You and I will never be a great love story
 "You and I will never be a great love story. And that's okay! Let's see what kind of story we'll be." A meme for the small, subtle attractions, pull between persons, enjoying each other's company, long looks across crowded rooms, "what ifs," subdued acknowledgements, and never-becoming-what-could-be-s. Or perhaps, more tragically, never-realizing-what's-there-s. After all, not every love story is a romance.  — character name, info, prefs, etc. |
Billy Russo | The Punisher
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[ Bruce doesn't really believe in luck. It's irrational, and if his seven Ph.Ds have taught him anything, it's that all life is rational, even the really weird parts. Meeting Billy Russo wasn't luck; it was the completely logical end result to a long and complicated string of events, each of which made sense independently of one another.
Still, he can't help but feel slightly lucky when it turns out that Billy and his crew have been hired to guard the safehouse Bruce was currently staying in. It's a long story: Tony went missing, there were terrorists, Bruce had been evacuated to ensure the safety of the city, etcetera etcetera. So he here is, in the middle of nowhere, New Jersey, in a little house with a tiny lab (definitely a Stark safehouse) and a man far too handsome for his own good presiding over it all.
He's sure Billy knows about his condition; his face has been on the news enough to be recognizable to most people, let alone the head of a private security firm. So he feels a little awkward as he wanders around, unsure as to what exactly he should be doing other than keeping a low profile.
Eventually, he finds a stash of tea in the cupboard and sets about brewing up a pot. ] Would you like some? [ he asks, glancing over his shoulder at Billy and holding up the box of teabags. ] There's coffee in here too, if you prefer that.
Sorry sorry SORRY for the lateness!
Of course Billy knows who Bruce is and what he can do. It's funny how you'd never suspect it. On the surface, Bruce Banner is a somewhat dorky guy. The way he's been moving around the house indicates that he's uncertain about what to do with himself and Billy's enjoyed watching the brilliant scientist in this environment. People are always more interesting when they're not in their comfort zone and what wouldn't he give to see the Hulk up close and personal.]
Tea's fine, thank you. [And there's that Billy Russo smile.] Here, why don't you have a seat, let me handle it, Dr Banner?
I'm sorry for MY lateness! D:
When he offers to make the tea, Bruce initially feels like protesting; he's used to doing things on his own, not relying on others. But if they're going to be here for an extended period of time, it might be good to build some sort of rapport. So, with a small, grateful smile, he moves to sit at the table instead. ]
Thank you. [ He runs a hand through his already-messy hair; a nervous habit, something to occupy his hands. He goes quiet for another long moment, trying to think of something to say; what he eventually comes up with isn't great, but it's something. ]
It's cold out today. [ As if the weather matters when his best friend and fellow Avenger is missing, but again - it's something. ]
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It started out as a knock on the door. She wasn't expecting him. He was panting and bleeding out of a bullet hole in his side. Her mother was away for 2 weeks which was the only good thing about how her night had turned out.
Well, it wasn't the only good thing. After he bled all over her sheets (again) she sat there and watched him sleep, her fist against her lips, trying to think of what to do with this hot mess that she couldn't just shake off. When he wakes up from one of his nightmares she jolts awake and places her hands on his forehead and his chest. Stops him from ripping his wound open.
He's got that look on his face and tries to play it cool. Funny. She's seen that look before, on Billy Russo's face when he was talking about the nothingness he came from. Did Frank get it from him? Or was it the other way round? (Ten bucks says Billy learnt it from him while he was trying to emulate being human.
That fucking shitbag)"You need to stay for a few days." He's okay with the idea even though he insists he'll be out of her hair soon. That's too bad. She kind of likes him being in her hair. Better here than out somewhere alone in the cold fighting wars and not dealing with all the losses he's managed to rack up.
She leaves him painkillers. He leaves her 'leftovers'. Except when she opens the fridge door it's not a takeaway box but a home-cooked meal ready to be reheated. Her dinner spins in the microwave while her fingers dance over the stove. Still warm.
She goes to confront him in the bedroom, half-expecting to be eating penne marinara in front of a Frank-shaped indent in the mattress. Instead she finds him lying there on his good side, having crawled back into bed after eating something.
Settling back down in her chair, she crosses her legs and talks at him, thinking he's fast asleep. I didn't know you could cook, Frank. This is actually not bad. They teach you this in Afghanistan? ...how do you do this alone, with no one to talk to?
They talk through the fridge for a while. She leaves him bottles of beer. They disappear. He leaves her leftovers. She washes the plates and puts them away. It's... weird when he does her laundry. Yeah, they were in the basket. Yeah, she appreciates him washing the sheets he bled on. No, she never said 'you're going through my stuff'. It's fine. Just- nevermind. It's fine.
"I miss the petty arguments," she confesses in the end after she makes her mother work so hard to get something out of her. That almost-domestic phase they had after skipping the awkward dating or the one night stand and the honeymoon period. Well, she did end up spending more than one night standing guard so that the marine would lower his guard and get any sleep.
"For a while he made me think he could- that we both could. Just be normal people."