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( because they have modes of sensory perception that i lost long ago. )

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WHEN ONE PARTICLE OF UNOBTANIUM HAS A NUCLEAR REACTION WITH THE FLUX CAPACITOR... WELL, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! IN A HIGH SCHOOL CHEM LAB OR YOUR OWN PRIVATE R&D FLOOR ON A MONUMENT BUILT TO THE SKIES WITH YOUR NAME ON IT, IT'S TIME TO GET DOWN AND DIRTY, NERD STYLE. BRAINY IS THE NEW SEXY, SO TURN THAT BUNSEN BURNER ON. IT'S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE.

① BIOLOGY | DISSECTIONS AREN'T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART -- OH HEY SPEAKING OF HEART, POKE THAT ONE WITH THE SHARP THING SOME MORE. ARE YOU CUTTING INTO AMPHIBIANS OR HAS THE CLASS SNAKE GOTTEN LOOSE? OR MAYBE YOU'D JUST LIKE TO USE THE OPPORTUNITY TO TRY OUT THAT HUMAN ANATOMY LINE YOU'VE HAD AT THE READY SINCE THE FIRST DAY OF THE SEMESTER.

② CHEMISTRY | EVERYONE'S GOT IT -- IT MAKES US GO, AND IT CAN MAKE US GO TO OTHERS. HAS YOUR CONCOCTION GONE AWRY? WHO KNOWS WHAT KIND OF EFFECTS A COUPLE OF MISMATCHED ELEMENTS CAN HAVE! ARE YOU A BRILLIANT MIND ON THE NOBLE QUEST FOR A CURE, OR JUST SCREWING AROUND WITH YOUR NOVICE KNOWLEDGE? WILL YOUR ATTEMPTS FIZZLE AND DIE, OR COME BACK TO YOU WITH EXPLOSIVE RESULTS?

③ PHYSICS | ARGUABLY THE MOST HANDS-ON OF THE SCIENCES, IT'S TIME TO MAKE GRAVITY YOUR BITCH. CONSTRUCT THE CLEVEREST CONTRAPTION TO KEEP AN EGG INTACT FROM A TWO-STOREY DROP, OR, IF YOU'RE FEELING UP TO IT, TRY YOUR HAND AT CREATING A HIGGS-BOSON PARTICLE. (CAN'T BE THAT HARD, CAN IT?) CERTIFIED NONGENIUSES, HAVE NO FEAR, THE TIMEY-WIMEY TECHNOBABBLE IS HERE. REMEMBER, BULLSHIT PHYSICS IS YOUR FRIEND. IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY WIND UP IN ANOTHER DIMENSION WHILE TRYING TO GET TWO MAGNETS OF THE SAME POLARITY TO STICK TOGETHER, WELL, IT HAPPENS.

④ PSYCHOLOGY | THE SOCIAL EXPERIMENT EXCUSE WILL GET YOU OUT OF ANYTHING ~~ON THE INTERNET~~, SO HAVE AT. AND ETHICS? WHO NEEDS THOSE. FREUD DIDN'T. ZIMBARDO GAVE NO FUCKS. AND WHAT ABOUT THAT MILGRAM GUY? HE SEEMED LEGIT. SO TAKE A SURVEY, PUT CONDITIONING TO SOME REAL WORLD USE ON AN UNSUSPECTING FRIEND, PLANT MEMORIES WITH HYPNOSIS, OR TAKE A LOOK DEEP INSIDE A ROARSCHACH BLOT AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN FIND OUT ABOUT YOURSELF. JUST BE CAREFUL, THIS COULD GET PERSONAL.

⑤ ANYTHING ELSE | THERE ARE MANY AREAS OF STUDY NOT COVERED HERE; DON'T FEEL RESTRICTED TO THESE FOUR OPTIONS. THEY'RE MERELY HERE AS INSPIRATION: GO FORTH AND STRETCH THE BOUNDARIES OF BELIEF HOWEVER YOU CAN. ASTRONOMY, GEOLOGY, ZOOLOGY. I'M ONLY A SCIENTIST IN DISCIPLINES THAT END IN Y.

AND REMEMBER: INERTIA IS A PROPERTY OF MATTER.

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"I'd like to know what happened. What happened- before... I don't remember." Which is somewhat frustrating, but he can guess. "If I had to guess, nightmares." Because he could remember going to bed. "I wish I could control it when I woke up from them. And... thank you, Hank."

"Of course. I'm just racking up all of the favors you owe me," he says and leaves Bruce to dress, eat, wander out to the main hall and catch sight of the snowman that is indeed in the field. And very, very visible from the windows of the mansion.

One day Hank is going to call in the world's biggest favor and chew through many of them, Bruce is sure.

Bruce does exactly that, even if exhaustion tugs at every inch of him. A short bit of nightmare filled sleep then half of his brain being unconscious does not for proper sleep make. Still, he's used to it enough to deal and the food inside helps. He stares at the snowman for a good few minutes and even gets the story from a bunch of passing children - how the Hulk and a new guest made it, about the Hulk's outburst - before deciding he needs to find Mohinder.

Mohinder's outside, hands in his pockets, watching Molly play. He's never done this before, just watched her from a distance. Matt use to take care of the overly fatherly stuff. It's cold and no one's really talking to him -- he assumes it's because of Kurt, to whom a letter has already been delivered under his door in passing, telling everyone what sort of monster he is -- but he doesn' mind.

He's never been one for a lot of friends. He's never had to worry about it.

He smiles when he smells Bruce closing in, though, and turns his head to see a very worried face. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Bruce promises, buried back in his own warm clothing. His expression turns very questioning. "What-- what happened?" Because he can't even get through all the questions burning in his mind. Hopefully this will explain many of them!

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," Mohinder says and switches to Hindi for privacy. "I found you in the snow, changing. The Other Guy...they're calling him the Hulk? We built a snowman. I suppose he was a bit lonely, though he didn't much care for the crowd. No sooner had we finished than you became you again and a man with blue furry whizzed over and carried you off."

Just that simple!

Simple indeed! ...Wait, no.

"The Hulk is what someone dubbed him a long time ago and the name's stuck. I think it's a media thing. Unfortunately, he's picked it up as well. I'm honestly in shock he didn't attack the crowd. He doesn't deal well with things that even slightly annoy him. The man with blue fur is Hank McCoy."

Well, that was certainly one hell of a story in Bruce's book.

In fact, he snaps a picture of the snowman with his cell phone to remember this.

"He seemed sweet to me. The other guy. McCoy might be as well but we didn't say much to one another as he took you back inside." No suit involved and Mohinder, because of his simple ability not to see the obvious, had played with a creature known mostly for causing a whole lot of death and property damage. "The arms matched at first but he was a tad forceful on that side. I think the pine looks lovely though."

"Sweet. SWEET." Bruce can't even believe what he's hearing. "Mohinder, I've seen video of him tear apart a tank to get to the man shooting him. I know he has no regard for people's safety when he fights. I know he's killed people - good and bad. And you went outside and played with him and sweet."

Absolute disbelief.

He's so niave that he really doesn't know better, Bruce, all right? He tilts his head down and turns his eyes upwards towards the older man. "He didn't hurt anyone. He picked me out of the snow and set me inside so that I could get changed properly and yes, we build that snowman. He roared a bit but that was all."

He had no idea he was meant to be scared or run away. He'd just muddled through and kept the Hulk company!

"I honestly don't even have words." Bruce shakes his head slowly at the very idea of all of this. "I... I can't believe you got him to just... play." It is so confusing; shouldn't the Hulk have changed back if he was calm enough to play? Why hadn't he changed?

That concerns Bruce on a whole new level.

"And he didn't hurt you, even though he's never met you."

"Tight grip, but no. A few bruises on my hip will heal. He certainly hadn't meant to be rough, I don't imagine at least." The green creature was very capable of killing. He's seen it attack those monsters on the news. And Bruce seems certain he's killed people before. "Perhaps because I'm hardly the most threatening person?"

"That hasn't stopped him before," Bruce says quietly, eyeing over Mohinder but he can't pinpoint it-- but he does have a theory brewing in the back of his mind.

"The only people I've seen him actually stop for... are children. Accidental, yes, but... he's never deliberately harmed them. And I'm sorry about the bruises." That is a touch upsetting.

Mohinder wets his lips before he bursts out laughing. His hand falls to the other man's arm and he sighs through his nose and shakes his head. "My God, he thought me a child and I thought him one too. He might have well just been humouring me when I suggested that we play and here I thought I was entertaining him!" Perhaps that's not it but Mohinder will run with the idea, kind eyes gently fixed on Bruce while he leans into him.

"It almost wouldn't surprise me," but not because of what Mohinder said, but more that Tony acts enough like a child that maybe the Hulk did put him in that category. Which makes his heart pang in his chest. "I'm not even sure he knows how to humor someone. His thoughts are very basic. No more than a very young child."

Mohinder's not sure what to make of the way that Bruce reacts to him sometones. Mohinder flirts and half of the time, Bruce is receptive -- to Mohinder at least -- and the rest he just looks so sad. Mohinder removes his hand immediately and clears his throat. "Well, all I know is that we did get along quite well for the most part."

"Well, I'm glad. I'm glad you did and I'm glad he didn't hurt anyone." Which is what he generally is happy to find out on waking up. "Nice to have someone to bring me somewhere warm and safe afterward," adds thoughtfully. "I've woken up with frostbite once and it was one of the worst experiences. I have the scar on my foot to prove it."

"You'll need to thank Doctor McCoy for the speedy recovery. He looks fantastic at giving hugs." A pause before: "I don't think I should say such things out loud. But I am pleased to see you're all right and no worse for the wear. It seemed painful, the change. I'd not wish that on anyone. You should be resting and not out here in the frigid air." He may be ten years Bruce's junior but he can still mother hen like the best.

"Tell Hank that. He would get a chuckle out of it." Bruce chuckles at the idea of it himself. "One of the few people who is as warm as I am, but he cheats with the fur. And if the change is painful, I can never remember. By the time I'm him, everything is healed from what I can tell and by the the time I wake up, I'm usually just exhausted... though sometimes wherever he's dumped me leaves me worse for wear. Honestly, I'm glad I don't remember."

Someone mother henning him. It's actually sort of adorable and it reminds him of Steve. "I'm fine, I promise. I've been dealing with it for a long time now."

"That hardly means you ought to. Or that you can possibly get use to it." The Indian is incredibly touchy, but that's part of his culture. His hand is once again on Bruce's arm. "C'mon then, inside with you. Have you eaten?" Molly is fine. She hardly even pays attention to him while she's with her friends. He loves that about this place.

"Hank made sure I had food as soon as I woke up, but I could eat more." It's rare he couldn't eat more; it's taken living with Thor and Steve around to finally get himself on a better appetite. "I'll eat if you come with me, mom." A little joke, turning back inside.

"Don't, that might stick," Mohinder says goodnaturedly and waves at Molly to let her know he's heading inside. She just nods and puts her head back together with the two girls she's really taken to. Mohinder holds the door for Bruce as he follows him into the building and falls into step with him in the corridor. "I've actually forgotten to eat myself so I hardly mind. I enjoy the company." Hint. Hint. No? Oh well.

Bruce takes that at face value, smiling a little more. "So do I. Now we see how long until you're sick of me." Not really (read: consciously) meaning any sort of self deprecation, it just comes naturally. "And I should worry if you're the one not eating. You have the same high metabolism I do, even if for different reasons."

"The more time I spent around you, the more we seem to have in common," Mohinder points out in his lovely velvet purr and patches Bruce plate by plate for what amounts to roughly brunch. Mohinder packs on the biscuits, dripping honey all over himself. The way he's left to clean himself up is not a flirt. He doesn't mean it to be. But it certainly can be taken that way as he licks his fingers and wrist and complains about his childish way of eating!

Bruce blinks, just once, when he realizes he's watching a little too closely and pointedly looks down at his meal. He enjoys listening to Mohinder for more than his brilliant mind and chance to hear Hindi again, he realizes as he listens more than he speaks at their brunch.

It leaves him very... unsure of himself. Tony had marched into his life and introduced him to himself like he had never been before; he had fallen hard for Tony, even as Steve told him to stop.

Now here was Mohinder, so soon after, and it feels almost wrong to have this kind of feeling about someone else. (Or really, anyone at all.)

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That icon. *laughs*

That's when he first realizes he's growing scales. XD Plus he's just pretttttty

Damn right he's pretty.

All the pretties for Bruce. <3 Who is also pretty.

See I think of Bruce as very handsome more than pretty. (though his eyes are very pretty)

This is true. RDJ falls into both though.

So does Hemsworth and Evans IMO

Evans is allllways so pretty. GAH. His eyes wtf. And I love Hemsworth for his...everything. <33

I didn't have nearly enough icon space for Thor - I couldn't squeeze in some of my fav arm porn

Ooooh

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That icon. laughs