“Father! Father, look! I’ve discovered a most wonderful Midgardian sweet— the spider boy, Peter, calls it ‘cotton candy.’ Look, it just melts in your mouth! Isn’t it fascinating?”
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Bruce was surprised when he heard footsteps entering his lab, where he was currently hiding under his desk, tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks, eyes red and puffy, breathing just now regulating itself back to normal. He was coming down off the tail end of a bad panic attack. When he peeked out from his hidey hole, he saw Thor sitting there on the floor, waiting for him, all gentle smiles and warm blue eyes. He was offering Bruce his fidget cube, which he’d dropped in his frenzy to hide. “… thanks,” he whispered, not trusting his voice to go any higher without cracking. A small, shaky hand reached out and took the little toy, the physical contact for once not unbearable. This was Thor. He trusted Thor.
// PLS IM GONNA CRY HES SUCH A BIG SOFTIE Bruce smiled tremulously, wiping his eyes and chuckling softly at his friend’s comforting words. He surprised even himself when he crawled out from under the desk and wrapped his arms around Thor’s waist, hugging him tight and burying his face in his shoulder. He took a shaky breath in, for some reason okay with being touched. Then it clicked— Thor would never lay a hand on him, /ever/. He trusted him. “Thank you, Thor,” he whispered, his voice shaking with the threat of more tears. “I… I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to tell you everything, but… I still really appreciate you being here for me. It’s nice, to have someone that cares…”
@angersciences thor's smile fell and he moved slightly closer to bruce , though still keeping a short distance as to not make him feel any discomfort . " it's okay , bruce . everyone hides sometimes . even me . and i'm incredibly brave . i'm the god of thunder ! everyone gets afraid . everyone just needs to get away from all their problems . you don't need to explain anything to me but just know that i am here for you . i care about you . " soon enough the smile was back , though it was soft and comforting rather than a typical bright , hyperactive grin . " we'll be okay together . i will always be here . you and i are a team . we can do anything . if you're feeling up to it that is . "
Bruce felt bad, now that he knew Thor had been looking for him, but he also knew he couldn’t help the state he’d been in. He managed a very, very small smile. “Yeah… well, I was, but then I heard this sound coming from somewhere that… it reminded me of… something bad that happened to me as a kid.” He spoke vaguely, eyes darkening with fear and sorrow. He didn’t think he was ready to tell Thor everything. “It— it freaked me out so much I had a flashback to it, thought I was still there with— with /him/— so I hid under my desk…” Tears welled up in his eyes, and he rested his chin on his knees, his body rocking back and forth minutely as he whispered, seemingly to himself, not even realizing he was speaking aloud, “I-I always hid under the bed…”
“Wh— I— Thor,” Bruce stuttered, his face rapidly getting redder as his eyes widened. “You gotta learn to knock, man,” he added, hastily and near violently tugging his shirt on, attempting to keep Thor from seeing the scars that covered his torso, from his back all the way down to his wrists, evidence of pain far in his past. He really didn’t want to talk about that.
Bruce quickly shoved his arms through the sleeves of his sweater, insecurity painfully obvious on his tomato-red face as he looked up at Thor, unable to meet his eyes. “Uh— it’s fine, I, um… what am I trying?”
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“Thor? Uh, do you need some help with the coffee maker, bud?”
@angersciences " right . sorry . no killing . " he set the hammer down , smiling awkwardly at the other before he put the coffee pot down . " i'm not sure i like coffee very much , banner . this machine failed me . we should do something else instead . "
Bruce winced as the mess, no longer contained, began to spread. “Thor—“ He began, but his eyes widened when he picked up Mjölnir, and he shot up out of his chair, making his way over and having to literally jump to grab his wrist and pull it down. “No, no. You don’t have to kill it. It should be almost done, see? We’ll just clean up the mess and I’ll show you how to do it right.”
@angersciences thor grabbed the pot as more of the coffee mud substance poured out , his eyes widening . “ this does not look right . perhaps if i add sugar ? “ he grabbed his hammer with his free hand , ready to use it on the coffee maker if it didn’t stop anytime soon . “ we must kill this abomination . “
"Why are you looking at me like that-?"
@vengefulthunders "Jeez, that thing has a mind of its own," he mumbled as he stood up straight. "Almost knocked my head off."
@winter_turned_wolf “ there it is . “ with a grin , he caught the hammer , flipping it once in his hand . “ you’re fine . fortunately alive . “
“ good afternoon! welcome to fischer’s! can i help you find something? ”
@softsweeteners " are you sure ? it's about - this big . " he held his hands apart to show the size of his hammer before lowering them . " shiny . forged from the heart of a dying star ? powerful and you must be worthy to lift it ? "
“ oh — uh, no, i’m sorry, i haven’t! but i’d be happy to keep an eye out for you if it’ll help. ”
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“Hi, Thor.” Bruce was stopped up, and his voice sure sounded like it— he was sick again, currently sitting in the kitchen tentatively sipping on a bowl of chicken broth to see if he could keep it down. One might think the mock super soldier serum he’d created and the radiation in his veins, as well as the Hulk, might boost his immune system, like it had Steve’s, but on the contrary, it made it absolute shit. It had been pretty good when he was a kid, but when the radiation hit, it was like he was just sick all the time. Tony liked to tease him about it, but Thor seemed to be understanding— and besides, Bruce enjoyed his company nonetheless.
Bruce walked alongside him, leaning into Thor’s side. His body was weak and achey, and he couldn’t stop shaking with cold, though he was burning up to the touch. He couldn’t even take any over the counter fever reducers— those would just make it worse. “Yeah, definitely,” he said, his voice small. He hadn’t felt this bad in a while.
@angersciences " alright . off we go then . " he put an arm around him , staying close as the two of them walked . " i will help you feel better . this would be better if i had magic . all i have is lightning and thunder . not very helpful . that will kill . not help . "
// YAY Bruce stumbled to his feet, setting the now mostly empty bowl in the sink along with his spoon before ducking his head and sneezing into the crook of his arm. “Ugh, ow… okay, I’m coming,” he mumbled, plodding along behind him on heavy feet. “No, that’s okay… thanks, though…”