June 2012
222 posts
gammapulsed replied to your photo:Yeah, I could probably replace this with something…
I don’t understand how lemonade is gross.
It isn’t, but as long as whatever I fill the empty bottle with looks like it, the first person to take a sip will get the message.
Oh wait. Yeah. All the Naked brand juice I buy is “gross” because my favorite has algae in it. My family has a distrust of the taste of anything with the word ORGANIC on it.
Is it the ‘Green Machine’ flavor? That is, despite the irony, my favorite.
Dear family,
Please stop calling my food weird and then proceed to eat it.
Thank you,
Kassidy.
To the person who ate the vegetable soup that was in the level 6 break room:
You have just ingested ocelot urine.
Seems a bit harsh, don’t you think?
Not unless you’re the one who stole from me, no.
What were you even doing with ocelot urine?
Waiting.
To the person who ate the vegetable soup that was in the level 6 break room:
You have just ingested ocelot urine.
Seems a bit harsh, don’t you think?
Not unless you’re the one who stole from me, no.
To the person who ate the vegetable soup that was in the level 6 break room:
You have just ingested ocelot urine.
Banner, I picked up a few things for you while I was out. I’m serious, Doc, if I have to look at those God-forsaken glad rags of yours one more time I’m going to lose my mind.
I’m not sure what to say; thanks, I think.
#And while you’re at it #brush your hair
Rude.
Don’t mention it.
Rude, huh? So when exactly was the last time you ran anything other than your fingers through it?
#Oh god no don’t make him comb his hair #It’s so attractive how it is #Eeerrmm… I-I mean uh… he can do whatever he wishes. He is a grown man and fully capable of making his own decisions regarding his hair.
Yes, thank you. Exactly.
Fine, use mine. Hell, use anything I have, just try to get yourself looking like a class act for a change.
Which reminds me, you’re not thinking of ducking out of this place and heading for the back alleys again are you?
Well, I would hate to embarrass you, Howard. As for running, I suppose that’s up to SHIELD and whatever they think they have planned for me. I’d certainly like to continue helping overseas.
Doc, this has nothing to do with me. Almost every soul in this place is terrified of you, but that doesn’t mean they respect you. Personally, I’d like to see more of the latter.
And what, you think they’re going to lock you up? They would have given it a shot already if that was really what they were after.
Sure it doesn’t. Anyway, I tried some of them on and they’re alright; it’s not that I ever had anything against dressing nicely, it’s just kind of wasteful for me.
Don’t mention it.
Rude, huh? So when exactly was the last time you ran anything other than your fingers through it?
The better question is: When was the last time I owned a comb.
2003, I think.
Fine, use mine. Hell, use anything I have, just try to get yourself looking like a class act for a change.
Which reminds me, you’re not thinking of ducking out of this place and heading for the back alleys again are you?
Well, I would hate to embarrass you, Howard. As for running, I suppose that’s up to SHIELD and whatever they think they have planned for me. I’d certainly like to continue helping overseas.
This is basically accurate.
There’s nothin’ wrong with charity clothes. I lived in ‘em
I never said there was; it’s better than the alternative, which I’ve had my fair share of.
I’m not sure what to say; thanks, I think.
#And while you’re at it #brush your hair
Rude.
Christ, if he buys things for people just because he doesn’t like their clothing….
Like?
No, pal, this has nothing to do with the guy’s taste in clothing and everything to do with the fact that I’m fairly certain 99.999% of what he currently owns was snatched up off the street or donated out of charity.
This is basically accurate.
Banner, I picked up a few things for you while I was out. I’m serious, Doc, if I have to look at those God-forsaken glad rags of yours one more time I’m going to lose my mind.
I’m not sure what to say; thanks, I think.
#And while you’re at it #brush your hair
Rude.
Don’t mention it.
Rude, huh? So when exactly was the last time you ran anything other than your fingers through it?
The better question is: When was the last time I owned a comb.
2003, I think.
But the most special are the most lonely;
“You really should have.” Bruce said with a laugh, as he tossed a towel to Howard. “I was thinking- now that you’ve been indoctrinated into the Mentos and Cola hall of shame, together we could devise a way to give the rest of R&D a hard time.”
The towel was dropped over his head and immediately put to work trying to salvage what was left of his previously well-styled hair. “I can’t exactly walk back into the lab looking like this. A fella has to have standards, you know.”
He turned up his nose, inhaling briefly as he draped the cloth around his neck. There were a lot of things about Banner that were more than just a little peculiar, but he couldn’t help giving in to the guy’s requests; there was, beneath everything else, the same sense of honesty that Rogers wore on his sleeve. The same genuine stare that both inspired Howard and made him just a touch jealous. Because no matter how much he played at being good, no matter how hard he pushed himself, he couldn’t even joke about coming close to that kind of openness.
But he could at least appreciate it.
“All right, deal.” Howard said, still attempting to keep a somewhat serious expression. “But you owe me for this.”
“We are conveniently located next to the men’s locker room where, wouldn’t you know it, there is a change of clothes.” Bruce grinned as he pointed to the wall behind him. “I know the value of having some tucked away for a rainy day. Or a lab mishap.”
It had been a very long time since Bruce had felt the desire to ‘let loose’ and allow himself to have fun. The first few days with SHIELD had been a little stressful, but the tedium of spectral analysis had quickly soothed his mind.
Bruce had actually located the Tesseract within the first week- it was down in the depths of the base. His initial reaction was extreme irritation, but after careful consideration, Bruce had decided that he rather liked being at the base. There was shelter, food and the people there left him alone. So, he hadn’t mentioned it to Fury and for the last three weeks, the awkward tension had grown to comical levels.
They knew it was there.
Bruce knew it was there, and he knew that they knew he knew.
His life was a sitcom.
Then Howard had showed up to ‘help him’ search for the artifact and one look at Fury’s ‘got you now, asshole’ glare let Bruce knew the jig was up. For now, though, he’d stock up on calories and sleep before he was released back into the wild. Well, if he was released.
“I’ll clean up out here while you get changed.”
