alongcameawidow (alongcameawidow) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-06-18 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, bruce banner, natasha romanoff |
Room Service (Bruce)
Natasha didn't have enough to do with herself around the hotel. She'd snooped in just about every square inch of the place, but had yet to venture outside the wall. It would happen eventually, but she wanted to be sure that she knew what they were dealing with. Unfortunately, she hadn't learned anything new just yet. She was also keeping an eye on a certain scientist with a tendency to turn into a green rage monster. She did this both from a distance and up close. It was easier when the 'target,' so to speak, wanted someone to watch out for him. No one wanted to avoid a Hulk-sized outbreak more than Bruce. Though Natasha thought that it would be more useful for him to learn to control his other half than it would be to try to avoid him ever turning into the Hulk. She knew more than a little bit about embracing one's darker side to get things done.
On this particular night, she decided to seek Bruce out around dinner time. She figured that it might be easier to have a private meal rather than risking the lines at the buffet and whatever other chaos might be out there. If she were being honest with herself, maybe she needed the privacy as much as Bruce might. She had many public personas that she used, depending on the situation. It was rare that she had the chance to simply be. And while she was still getting to the point with Bruce that he got to see some of her hidden self, it was the closest she got to that level of comfort.
She walked the well-trod path to his room, two doggie bags worth of food in hand. The scent of pasta and cheesecake mingled together as she shifted both bags into one hand to knock. She waited for some form of answer. She didn't question much whether or not he would be in there. She'd started to learn his patterns and where he might be found at any given time. It was survival for herself as much as for everyone else to do so, but perhaps it was seeking comfort in the form of the known when so much else was unknown. Perhaps.