Bruce Banner (somuchgreen) wrote in infinitus, @ 2013-04-08 14:18:00 |
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[Marvel][Nowhere] [Bruce Banner//open to any of Cindy's kiddos] Can you feel it too?
He breathed out gently, lungs deflating with the slow exhale.
Had he been dreaming? Bruce couldn't exactly remember the last time he had slept well enough to dream. REM was a thing of the past, something he took for granted in his former life. The one before the accident. Now he wished that actual sleep would take him. Between the fear of losing control and never getting quite enough rest Bruce nestled somewhere in the realm of just barely awake. It was how he lived his existence. How he waded through the waters of every moment in time, hoping not to drown completely within himself and give in entirely to the force that lived within him.
If this was a dream, it didn't feel right. Not at all. It felt different. Wrong somehow and he didn't like it one bit. Nothing in his life was normal, but typically sleep was the one thing Bruce could count on that was constant. The little that he got. This. This was different. Not what he was used to, but why did that surprise him exactly? Honestly it didn't. He took everything as it came. That was the price of being cautious. Even the urge for dreams were cautious considering that his whole life was a living nightmare.
The room smelled unlike anything he could place. The air tasted funny. The usual sounds escaped him and when Bruce opened his eyes he wasn't in a place he recognized. This looked like his room in the Tower back home, but he didn't think it actually was. His things weren't all there, for instance. The paperwork was gone, but the desk remained. The blankets were familiar but they didn't quite feel right. Even the patch he'd had to sew to keep one of the blankets together was still there. But....that wasn't comforting.
Slowly, he pushed himself to sit up. It took a moment for his vision to clear from the drowsy haze his eyes had taken, but once they had gone back to their normal sharpness Bruce found himself in quite a predicament. There was no smell of breakfast to greet him as was usual. No banter from the others. Nothing but the room and himself.
His body felt strange. It moved almost in slow motion as he pushed back the blankets that were wrapped around his body. His feet hit the floor, and he sat upon the edge of the bed for a moment to try and allow his mind a moment to settle. Why was he feeling so hazy? His head swam and Bruce moved to pull on his shoes, before standing slowly. His knees popped as he rose, as if to signal he was still in some sort of strange reality. Reality? What was that?
Another breath and he began to move forward, feeling as if he were floating through the room instead of actually walking through it. He ignored everything and made for the door itself. It seemed almost to mock him in a way, settled into it's frame as if it were somehow better. Whole. Something he wasn't and would never be again.
With a frown, Bruce opened the door and there was light. Enough to make the scientist's brown eyes squint to block it out. It was then he felt wind. Strange. The door itself seemed to lead somewhere else and not into the hallway he expected. There was grass. Trees. Smells that he didn't find familiar. Lucky for him he slept in actual clothes instead of usual pajamas so despite his attire being wrinkled from sleep he was set to venture into the world.
This can't be happening. He thought to himself. Finally, his eyes adjusted and he found himself still moving despite not wanting to. Where am I going? This isn't right. There was a stillness that Bruce wasn't used to. It was almost as if he were venturing into another nightmare. Once more something he couldn't control.
A sea of grass stood vastly before him, the blades waving almost in greeting as he stood there amongst them. The door behind him closed without a second thought and it was then Bruce was lost. His mind registered no fact that this existed, or that he himself was in existence, but something about this place was unsettling. Wherever it was.
It was Nowhere. And Everywhere. Bruce hated it instantly.
The breeze caught his wrinkled shirt and the purple button-up flapped gently against his torso. He lifted his hands to the opposite arm, curling the sleeves up and pushing them to the bend in his elbows. His khaki's flapped too, along with the brown curls that cascaded around his face. The breeze seemed to be beckoning him forward, towards the street. The empty street.
He almost complied instantly, but hesitated a mere moment to gather his bearings. After all any normal person probably wouldn't have been reacting as calmly as he was in that present moment. However, Bruce had learned how to control his anxiety, his fear and relay it into other channels. He was only a few steps into this world, and he didn't want to destroy it. Yet.
Finally, he made his way through the sea of waving grass, meeting up with the road. Following it he approached the street that seemed more of a lazy river that divided the town rather than a well used method of transportation. Upon reaching the square, Bruce found himself looking at desolation. It seemed empty, and full at the same time and the scientist was overwhelmed. He took refuge in the shade of a nearby canopy that dangled easily from one of the businesses that lined the thoroughfare and it was there Bruce began to weigh his options. To consider where he was exactly.
To panic.