Bruce Banner (hulkisms) wrote in mandaluslogs, @ 2014-02-15 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, pepper potts, tony stark |
but I am full of grief, to leave this life so incomplete
Who: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner (from the future)
What: Bruce's final moments in the present, recounted
When: A few days after everyone else from the future dies
Where: Some... abandoned... building... yeah
Rating: S for LOTS OF SADS. :C
They had done it, despite all the odds that were stacked against them. The bomb was dismantled, Khan and Garak were subdued (or rather they had subdued each other, or something like that - Bruce didn't really care for the details) and the multiverse was safe, at least from the future he knew. And of course, most importantly - Tony wasn't going to die now. He had prevented that future from happening. Now he and Pepper could have their life together. A life that Bruce himself would never have now.
It's a miracle that he managed to last for this long, to be honest, but he supposes the other guy must have had something to do with that. The battle had been the last time he had managed to transform - after that he could no longer feel the anger, as if it had just simply been burned out from him. The gamma had prolonged the blood for as long as it could, but now it was gone, and his immune system was a wreck, quickly allowing the Serpent's blood to invade and destroy him from the inside.
The rest of them had already passed on - Julian, Sora, Clara, Dean and Elena. Now it was just him, and him alone. He wonders how their younger selves are now, wishes he could have seen them. But his strength had been quickly sapped away once the fight was over, and it wasn't as if he seeing them was going to make them feel better, especially not if they could somehow remember the things he and the rest of them had experienced. Time travel was a tricky thing.
His work done, his mission accomplished, Bruce moves himself to somewhere secluded and private once he can guess his last few hours are coming to him. It shouldn't be long now before it's all over, Bruce guesses to himself as he stares up at the tattered ceiling above him. His limbs had gone almost unresponsive about an hour ago, which placed him with perhaps... half an hour? He couldn't be too sure. But it was going to happen soon, one way or another.
He wonders how death would finally be like for him, a man who couldn't die for so long until now. Would it be welcoming, or would it be something else entirely?
He supposes he'll find out soon enough.