The fine line between good and bad is always blurred.
Living the life of a fugitive for over a decade, Adeline is approached about a job prospect. The mission is simple; recover the Tesseract.
Little did she know at the time, but that one decision...
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... he was the love of my life... He is. Knowing there is something I can do to bring him back-"
"You'll do whatever it takes"
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Sitting in the booth of a New York café I can't help but stare. I seriously... can't. You know that feeling you get when you space out and try to peel your vision away but you simply can't? That's what's happening as I stare at Bruce at the end of our booth. Pursing my lips I lean back in the booth seat I'm sharing with Scott. "Not to point out the Hulk in the room... but...", Trailing off I lose all sense of where I'd been going as my eyes watch Bruce use a soup spoon to eat his scrambled eggs. I must've been staring for too long because I get an obvious boot to the shin from Steve for the third time since we've sat down. Cringing I shake my head dismissively at Steve's subtle attempt to make me quit "What? Everyone here's thinking it!"
"Doesn't mean you stare", Steve not so subtly whispers across the table at me, giving me a pointed look to which I simply roll my eyes.
Not acknowledging our whispering, Bruce pushes forwards a large bowl full of eggs "Come on. I feel like I'm the only one eating." As I quirk my head, wondering how many eggs are actually in it, Bruce adds "Try some of that. Have some eggs."
Scott, however, just as blunt as I, mutters "I'm so confused."
"These are confusing times" Bruce agreeably hums taking a spoonful of eggs.
"Right", Scott drawls before snapping back into reality "No, no that's not what I meant-"
"I'm kidding!" Bruce drops his oblivious act, gesturing to himself with his big green thumbs "I know. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now."
As my eyes trail admirably over the cashmere cardigan on Bruce, Scott once again fumbles "Yeah! How-w-why?"
"Five years ago we got our asses beaten except it was worse for me because I lost twice. First Hulk lost then Banner lost. Then we all lost", Bruce grimly tells us pushing around the eggs in the bowl until dropping the spoon altogether.
