Entry tags:

~bruce banner (wontlikemeangry), ~cisco ramon (namegenerator)

WHO: Bruce Banner and OTA
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Near sunset
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open, Complete

When the goddess appeared to Bruce, offering him the opportunity to start a new life somewhere else, where he would be instrumental in developing a new society, he hesitated to accept the invitation. He was tired of running, but it didn't matter where he meant, he would always be a danger to the people around him. What good would someone like him be in starting a new society when he was more likely to rampage and destroy everyone and everything? It was almost like she read his mind and quickly assured him that if he accepted her offer, she would provide him with total control of his alter ego to ensure that he did not hurt anyone.

That was better than anything he was going to get at home, so he agreed. There was no way in hell he was going back to the US, not after abandoning his team after rescuing the people of Sokovia. If he showed his face anywhere remotely civilized, he knew that Natasha would show up and rightfully give him shit for his disappearing act. Bruce knew that it was a moment of weakness to run. Part of him wished that things could have been different, that they could have taken off together and tried to make a life like the one Clint and Laura had, but deep down, he knew that wasn't in the cards for him.

Several weeks passed before he woke up on an unfamiliar beach and recalled his conversation with the goddess. Apparently it was time to start working on rebuilding the world. His clothes weren't exactly appropriate for the tropical climate, but there was nothing he could really do about that other than unbutton his rumpled button down and untuck it from the wrinkled khakis. If he got desperate later, he could remove his overshirt completely and just hang out in his undershirt, but for now, he was okay. He did remove his shoes and socks though, figuring bare feet made more sense in the sand.

Bruce gathered the items that he found lying next to him when he woke, figuring they would be useful later, and took a moment to examine the band on his wrist that would serve as a communication device with his fellow volunteers. Rather than put out a message that way, he started walking. The place couldn't be that big so he was bound to run into someone sooner rather than later.