I'm Always Angry

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Tony smiled. “Alrighty then. Purple pants. And yeah, I can talk to Reed about the fabric stuff. I think we can get this done in no time. And your pants,” Tony added in. 

He saved his files, got a copy on a flash-drive for Bruce and then turned to the man, a small smile on his face. “Uh… I know that this might be getting old and you’re going to start getting sick of hearing it from me but… thanks. A lot. For… this. It… means a lot and I’m really glad and relieved that you decided to give me another chance after all of that, you know? So… yeah. Ok. There that goes. I just had a moment, thank you Bruce Banner.” He gave a helpless shrug. “You bring out all the feelings in me.”

“I’m not quite sick of it yet, luckily. Last time though.” He commented a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lip. “It’s nice to know that I’m one of the few people who can get through that hard head of yours.” Bruce hesitated for a moment with his hand in the air, and rested it on Tony’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

Tony swallowed hard and nodded, because this was what he needed. These were the types of people he needed to be around and he was so freaking glad he’d found them that it took all of his breath away. He clapped a hand onto Bruce’s then they both let go, because they were bros and they could do weird intimate things, but not too weird or intimate. 

“Last time,” he said softly. “I promise I’ll try.” Then he shook his head and looked up, smiling, trying to defeat the somber mood. He clapped his hands together. “So! Let’s get this show on the road shall we? Lot’s of things to do and make, people to make shit for. All that jazz.” He paused at the workbench and turned, lifting an eyebrow to Bruce. He worried his lip, because he was unsure still just how much Bruce had forgiven him as of now. He asked his question anyway.

“You ready to make some magic partner?” Because Tony didn’t know and he wanted to know and he was dying for Bruce to say yes so they could work side by side again. 

Bruce felt like things were a little grim for a moment. (Count on Banner to darker the mood) Tony provided a perfect night-light for the dark, metaphorically of course. Though if it was dark, his arc reactor made a great ambient light. The only bad part was the fact that it made it difficult for Tony to sneak up on anyone. 

It wasn’t a question if Bruce had forgiven Tony completely or not. The true question to ask was: Was he ready to be Tony’s friend again. And that, was a definite yes.

Bruce refrained from any outward show of agreement at first, and crossed his arms, raising a challenging eyebrow right back at Tony. For a few moments, he did that, holding his posture and cold gaze. That sort of control could have been held for ages, but Bruce had decided that poor Tony had been tortured enough. He cracked a slight grin.

“I’m always ready.”

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Tony nodded. “Yeah. We do that a lot.” He turned as if he just remembered something, which he did. “Hey! How are your Hulk Pants? Do we need to work on those? I’ve been looking into this elastic stuff. It reacts to your body and yeah, it can only stretch so much, but if we redesign it, shift a few of the molecules in the structure of the fabric, I think we can make it fit. Here, wait a second.”

He’d been so busy screwing his friends over that Tony had almost forgotten about this side project. He called it the Hulk Pants. He felt terrible about that. Damn, he’d been meaning to have them done so much sooner. Ugh, yet another reason to kick himself for. He got JARVIS to bring up The Hulk’s measurements and then the fabric he was talking about, to show Bruce. Because this felt important, so Tony was gonna go with his gut on this one.

Bruce scrutinized the fabric specs, and adjusted his glasses. “I think if we borrow the unstable molecule technology from Reed Richards, we could make this work. I’d prefer it not to be quite as..tight fitting as the original fabric he made.” He chuckled a little, and looked over to Tony.

“Thank you for thinking about that. I never really got the chance to consider the..practical aspects of fighting as the Hulk. Most likely the reason why he doesn’t like me very much. I’m fairly certain that we agree on very few things, and included in those things is the fondness of the color purple.”

Tony smiled. “Alrighty then. Purple pants. And yeah, I can talk to Reed about the fabric stuff. I think we can get this done in no time. And your pants,” Tony added in. 

He saved his files, got a copy on a flash-drive for Bruce and then turned to the man, a small smile on his face. “Uh… I know that this might be getting old and you’re going to start getting sick of hearing it from me but… thanks. A lot. For… this. It… means a lot and I’m really glad and relieved that you decided to give me another chance after all of that, you know? So… yeah. Ok. There that goes. I just had a moment, thank you Bruce Banner.” He gave a helpless shrug. “You bring out all the feelings in me.”

“I’m not quite sick of it yet, luckily. Last time though.” He commented a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lip. “It’s nice to know that I’m one of the few people who can get through that hard head of yours.” Bruce hesitated for a moment with his hand in the air, and rested it on Tony’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

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Pepper stayed standing, just in case anything got out of hand, even though she knew Bruce could get almost any situation under control. “Lorna, Bruce is right. Wherever you are staying, you should probably get back there. I’ll… Uhh… I’ll call you a cab, or something.” She offered. Anything to get this pregnant young woman out of harm’s way.

Bruce bit down on his tongue when she mentioned the second chance. It seemed like a sick perversion of the concept when applied to Loki, who had already been given a chance to be good. Who had been set free in the past to continue. What he did with his second chance was attempt to exact revenge. And now he was out there once more, having been gifted yet another chance. He hadn’t changed intentions, not from what Bruce knew. It was more than a gut feeling. It was common sense and intelligence.

”..And..you think leaving him would fix the fact that he hurt someone? Adequate compensation? Perhaps for killing someone? You’re a vapid, simple-minded child. You still measure life and death in vacuous promises and pathetic hopes..” The words came out quickly, and weren’t intended to cut as deep as he had planned. In fact, Bruce Banner hadn’t planned to let himself say these things at all. It was a spillage of simmering thoughts that had materialized in one swift hit. It was terrible.

“I AM NOT A CHILD!” Metal objects around the lab lifted in to the air. “YOU DON’T THINK THAT I DON’T THINK OF THIS. EVERYONE AT THE MANSION HAS TOLD ME THIS… AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO LET HIM NEVER TO SEE HIS CHILD?” Lorna stopped to think of what she just said. Her breathing sped up from this.

Bruce’s eyes flickered across the lab as a few tools, and some equipment rose upward. The sudden change triggered a slight response, and tiny bit of green seeped into his deep brown irises. His alarmed state was clear as he clenched and unclenched his hands, breathing in through his nose. He counted in his head. It wasn’t always as simple as that. The shouting would escalate, and things would get worse. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out.

“As far as I’m concerned..you are.” Bruce then turned around, and headed down the hallway. He didn’t know where exactly he was going, but the direction was away.

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Pepper stayed standing, just in case anything got out of hand, even though she knew Bruce could get almost any situation under control. “Lorna, Bruce is right. Wherever you are staying, you should probably get back there. I’ll… Uhh… I’ll call you a cab, or something.” She offered. Anything to get this pregnant young woman out of harm’s way.

Bruce bit down on his tongue when she mentioned the second chance. It seemed like a sick perversion of the concept when applied to Loki, who had already been given a chance to be good. Who had been set free in the past to continue. What he did with his second chance was attempt to exact revenge. And now he was out there once more, having been gifted yet another chance. He hadn’t changed intentions, not from what Bruce knew. It was more than a gut feeling. It was common sense and intelligence.

”..And..you think leaving him would fix the fact that he hurt someone? Adequate compensation? Perhaps for killing someone? You’re a vapid, simple-minded child. You still measure life and death in vacuous promises and pathetic hopes..” The words came out quickly, and weren’t intended to cut as deep as he had planned. In fact, Bruce Banner hadn’t planned to let himself say these things at all. It was a spillage of simmering thoughts that had materialized in one swift hit. It was terrible.

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Pepper took an uncomfortable shift on the stool, watching the two talk about Loki, both of them clearly having polar opposite opinions. The moment she saw Bruce close his eyes, she stood up. Then the look he gave Lorna made Pepper shiver. “Bruce…” She tried with a weak voice.

Bruce heard Pepper’s voice, and looked over to her briefly. He exhaled, and looked back to Lorna. “And you trust the god of mischief and lies..with a promise..” He bit back an more sardonic, sharp comment, and tapped his fingers on his arm. 

“This conversation has been dragging on for quite a while without any progress. Seeing as you don’t need anything from me, and you continue to hold the belief that the power-hungry maniac is going to keep a promise,” He belittled the word when he said it, emphasizing the fact that promises were nothing but words themselves. “I think that it’s best you go back to the mansion.”

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Lorna didn’t understand whay he would ask that. “Why would you ask that?” She notices Pepper was still in the room. “I don’t think I am.” She stared back at him with soften eyes. 

Bruce just seemed all that more perplexed, and her softened gaze had zero effect on him.

“You’re carrying the child of a mass murderer who nearly killed a close friend of mine, as well as many others..” He trailed off.

“You really don’t understand this, do you..”

“Understand What?” Lorna lifted a metal tray without noticing she did.

”..do you..have any empathy for those who died because of him?” Bruce hissed, crossing his arms. He curled one hand around his upper arm as he did so, feeling the slight change in pace of his heartbeat. Reminding himself to breath, he closed his eyes for a moment. After that short moment, he reopened them to direct a piercing glare in Lorna’s direction. 

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Tony shrugged off the compliment, adjusting the areas Bruce pointed out, making them identical and adjusting it to Clint’s measurements. He spun the hologram, had JARVIS unnecessarily check his math and then whistled low in mild appreciation.

“Damn Banner, me and you need to design the world together if everything keeps coming out this perfect.” He nodded and grinned at Bruce. “Awesome. Now, all we need is some color…” Tony tapped his goatee covered chin with an index finger then nodded. “Yeah, ok. JARVIS, pull up footage from Hawkeye and match the colors from his suit to the gauntlet’s. Make sure you get the right shade of purple too.”

He watched at the colors filled in on the screen and clapped his hands, a bit giddy. Tony looked at Bruce from the corner of his eye. “What do you think?”

Bruce nearly grinned as the holographic image was washed in with hues of deep gray, and the subdued purple that Clint always wore. “Nearly flawless. And not nearly as…dysfunctional as the old set he wore. You would have thought that something better would have come about without us needing to tackle the problem.” He mused, leaning against the counter. 

“Then again, we most likely would have went back and redesigned it to function better anyways.“ 

Tony nodded. “Yeah. We do that a lot.” He turned as if he just remembered something, which he did. “Hey! How are your Hulk Pants? Do we need to work on those? I’ve been looking into this elastic stuff. It reacts to your body and yeah, it can only stretch so much, but if we redesign it, shift a few of the molecules in the structure of the fabric, I think we can make it fit. Here, wait a second.”

He’d been so busy screwing his friends over that Tony had almost forgotten about this side project. He called it the Hulk Pants. He felt terrible about that. Damn, he’d been meaning to have them done so much sooner. Ugh, yet another reason to kick himself for. He got JARVIS to bring up The Hulk’s measurements and then the fabric he was talking about, to show Bruce. Because this felt important, so Tony was gonna go with his gut on this one.

Bruce scrutinized the fabric specs, and adjusted his glasses. “I think if we borrow the unstable molecule technology from Reed Richards, we could make this work. I’d prefer it not to be quite as..tight fitting as the original fabric he made.” He chuckled a little, and looked over to Tony.

“Thank you for thinking about that. I never really got the chance to consider the..practical aspects of fighting as the Hulk. Most likely the reason why he doesn’t like me very much. I’m fairly certain that we agree on very few things, and included in those things is the fondness of the color purple.”

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Bruce studied the holographic image for a moment, and adjusted the highlight by a minuscule amount, making sure the foam was on a slightly larger area. Not that it made a huge difference with the computer model adjustment, but he wanted it to be perfect. He smiled a little at the comment, “I’m not the one who came up with the original gel to use for the main structure.” 

“I’m don’t quite follow social happenings, so..I didn’t see it coming either.” He spun the holographic model, and highlighted another area of it. “It did make sense though.”

Leaving the gossip at that, Bruce walked over to the table where Clint’s old hand-piece, and wrist guards were. “..It may just be me, but these could work better as identical gauntlets.” He picked up the hand-piece, “This of course, would have a similar design, different materials. And it would be the only difference between each of the gauntlets. We need to make sure that the wrist-areas are flexible though.”

Tony shrugged off the compliment, adjusting the areas Bruce pointed out, making them identical and adjusting it to Clint’s measurements. He spun the hologram, had JARVIS unnecessarily check his math and then whistled low in mild appreciation.

“Damn Banner, me and you need to design the world together if everything keeps coming out this perfect.” He nodded and grinned at Bruce. “Awesome. Now, all we need is some color…” Tony tapped his goatee covered chin with an index finger then nodded. “Yeah, ok. JARVIS, pull up footage from Hawkeye and match the colors from his suit to the gauntlet’s. Make sure you get the right shade of purple too.”

He watched at the colors filled in on the screen and clapped his hands, a bit giddy. Tony looked at Bruce from the corner of his eye. “What do you think?”

Bruce nearly grinned as the holographic image was washed in with hues of deep gray, and the subdued purple that Clint always wore. “Nearly flawless. And not nearly as…dysfunctional as the old set he wore. You would have thought that something better would have come about without us needing to tackle the problem.” He mused, leaning against the counter. 

“Then again, we most likely would have went back and redesigned it to function better anyways.“ 

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Lorna let out a sighs.  ”He wouldn’t hurt anyone, not around me.” She looked at him. “I know he won’t.”

(Adding Pepper’s Post for continuity)

Pepper watched the two interact with each other and stayed silent. It wasn’t her place to intervene. She didn’t want to get involved, so she pulled out a stool and sat down, crossing her legs and looking from Bruce to the green haired mutant.

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Bruce simple stared at her, registering the fact that she didn’t seem to understand exactly what Loki had done. Finding no other explanation for her nonchalance about bearing the child of a genocidal god, he asked a single question:

“Are you insane?”

Lorna didn’t understand whay he would ask that. “Why would you ask that?” She notices Pepper was still in the room. “I don’t think I am.” She stared back at him with soften eyes. 

Bruce just seemed all that more perplexed, and her softened gaze had zero effect on him.

“You’re carrying the child of a mass murderer who nearly killed a close friend of mine, as well as many others..” He trailed off.

“You really don’t understand this, do you..”

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It was just so easy with Bruce now, it was a relief. “Well, a bit of both I think. I was using this kind of gel. Prototype for some weird-ass padding they wanted to put on bombs? Or something? Whatever, when it hardens, its bendy but sturdy enough. I just need something to give it structure. And I need, you know, a structure.” He’d been having difficulty with that.

“So, I have his old guards. I don’t know what he’s using right now, probably something old or nothing at all. Coulson’ll kill him, though if it’s the latter.” And then Tony dropped that line of thought because Clint and Coulson? Uh, yeah. He’d been traumatized enough for a life-time, thanks very much. He didn’t need that. “Weird,” he still said in regards to them. “And yes I agree. No plastic, like, what the hell were they thinking? That shit hurts.”

He stole some blueberries then sat down and shrugged. “Any bright ideas, I mean, I’m open to anything since, you know. Brain-fart over here.”

Bruce looked into the basket, and pursed his lips, noticing that the last of the blueberries were gone. “I think that the gel is a good idea, but he’s going to need some extra padding against his arm. A soft foam should do just fine for that. As for the structure..rubber might work, if we use a sturdier grade.” 

He shrugged at the comment about Clint and Coulson. “They’re quite happy together, you know.” Bruce was mostly inferring this from the few times he had seen them around the tower together, as well as the visit to the hospital room. When he saw a relationship, he never really dwelled on the superficial thoughts. Acceptance was something that Bruce had learned very quickly in life, and he always held the value close. He didn’t exactly have room for hypocrisy, when it came to expecting anyone different, as well as other shocking things. (Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I’m a giant green rage monster, so call me, maybe?) The core of the matter was that Bruce enjoyed seeing others happy, no matter what the circumstance. In this case, it was a fortunate one.

Tony nodded at the foam idea. “Yeah. That would work. We could put it along the border over here,” and he highlighted an area on his holographic screen, spinning it to show Bruce. “Yeah. And the rubber. Huh. What kind? I mean, I don’t think anything too thick should be used, but yeah. Rubber. Me likes.” He grinned at Bruce. “See, this is why I need you around. You’re too awesome.”

He shrugged a bit at the Clint and Coulson comment. “Hey, whatever floats their boat. They’re happy, they’re happy. What’s good for them is good enough for me. Just didn’t see it coming is all.” 

He studied the design again. “Ok, Science Boy, I feel like there’s a disconnect with the wrist brace and the shaft that goes up his forearm. Wanna lend a new set of eyes?”

Bruce studied the holographic image for a moment, and adjusted the highlight by a minuscule amount, making sure the foam was on a slightly larger area. Not that it made a huge difference with the computer model adjustment, but he wanted it to be perfect. He smiled a little at the comment, “I’m not the one who came up with the original gel to use for the main structure.” 

“I’m don’t quite follow social happenings, so..I didn’t see it coming either.” He spun the holographic model, and highlighted another area of it. “It did make sense though.”

Leaving the gossip at that, Bruce walked over to the table where Clint’s old hand-piece, and wrist guards were. “..It may just be me, but these could work better as identical gauntlets.” He picked up the hand-piece, “This of course, would have a similar design, different materials. And it would be the only difference between each of the gauntlets. We need to make sure that the wrist-areas are flexible though.”

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Thank God Agent Coulson’s look couldn’t kill. Steve knew better than to argue or stare the man down and respectfully lowered his eyes. He was a soldier. A super soldier. One who, in letting down S.H.I.E.L.D., had let down his whole country. This verbal reprimand was well deserved; Steve had lost his head. But no more. No distractions now. Not again for a very long time.

Taking Agent Coulson’s words to heart was easy. It was remembering them and actually following direction that Steve needed to focus on. Family. Forgive. Get along.

And besides, wasn’t he the team leader? Steve Rogers, Captain America, leader of the Avengers? Yes. And he had let down his entire team. Actions spoke louder than words. Steve was going to have to kick himself back into gear or by golly Agent Coulson would find someone to do it. There was no doubt there.

“Well, alright then!” Tony exclaimed suddenly. He scratched at his goatee and licked his lips. “You, Coulson, are freaking me out with the angry face. So can we just… get this out? Now? I’d prefer that and it looks like everyone else would too.”

Natasha and Pepper gave him twin looks of absolute venom. Tony blinked back. “What? I’m just saying what everyone is thinking. We’re obviously in trouble because we’re been acting like a bunch of crazies.”

And not getting along and hurting each other and running from issues and all that other stuff that Tony wasn’t brave enough to say, so he stood in solitude at the back and let the women glare at him for being obnoxious. Because that was familiar and a lot less scary than looking at Coulson.

Clint sighed and stayed where he was behind Phil, reaching up to his shoulders and rubbing his thumbs against the tight muscle near his neck. Phil was stressed, had been stressed, for a bit now. And Clint knew it was because they weren’t getting along in some aspects. A while ago, he would have just told them what did SHIELD expect, throwing a bunch of unstable heroes in a house together? Rainbows and unicorns? But now all he wanted to do was throttle the lot of them for putting the man he loved under all this strain.

He wondered if he had a part in it too. Most likely. He wasn’t innocent of not playing nice. He knew he was a pain in the ass, just as much as the next guy.

He glared at Tony anyway. “Shut up, Tony,” he said a bit softer than normal, his mood going down a bit. Because this was serious.

Bruce silently listened to the others talk, and kept his mouth shut as they each spoke. There was a tense aura in the room that seemed to thicken as Tony spoke. After a few minutes, Bruce decided to finally speak. He stopped fidgeting in his seat, and folded his hands on the table.

“Many of us made mistakes..” He glanced around at the group of Avengers, avoiding eye contact with each and every one of them in his sweeping gaze. “But I think that most of those can be mended. In time.” He added. 

“All families argue once and a while.” Bruce said quietly. The wood grain of the table seemed much more interesting than looking out at his teammates at the moment. He chose to view that instead of facing them.