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Who: Bruce Banner & Betty Ross
Where: Starbucks
When: Tuesday, August 5th
What: feels, mmkay?
Warnings: Warning for two adults who disguise their bruised hearts with science babble
Status: Ongoing
To most, a flustered and nervous Betty looked much the same as a composed Betty, but those who knew her well enough could look past the inherently warm smile and the evenly soft tones of her voice to see the tell-tale minutiae of anxiety: her thumbs, gnawed at whilst the rest of her digits were left well enough alone, the compulsive checking of her watch before her gaze swung around to study the clock on the wall.
Bruce Banner was a lot of things to many people. To Betty, he presented an endlessly complicated tangle of emotions and shared -- and divided -- history. Despite her every intention to let him carry on as he had -- making his own choices, seeking the solitude he wanted -- the former meant that her heart had performed a grating twist in her chest when she learned that Bruce had returned to place his faith and trust in the hands of Stark; that he'd not re-established contact despite seemingly re-establishing so much of what could pass as a normal(esque) life, whatever that was in the days that followed the Chiaturi.
Hence the play of nerves as Betty arrived at Starbucks at the agreed time, sunglasses slipped up her head as she cast a look around.
Where: Starbucks
When: Tuesday, August 5th
What: feels, mmkay?
Warnings: Warning for two adults who disguise their bruised hearts with science babble
Status: Ongoing
To most, a flustered and nervous Betty looked much the same as a composed Betty, but those who knew her well enough could look past the inherently warm smile and the evenly soft tones of her voice to see the tell-tale minutiae of anxiety: her thumbs, gnawed at whilst the rest of her digits were left well enough alone, the compulsive checking of her watch before her gaze swung around to study the clock on the wall.
Bruce Banner was a lot of things to many people. To Betty, he presented an endlessly complicated tangle of emotions and shared -- and divided -- history. Despite her every intention to let him carry on as he had -- making his own choices, seeking the solitude he wanted -- the former meant that her heart had performed a grating twist in her chest when she learned that Bruce had returned to place his faith and trust in the hands of Stark; that he'd not re-established contact despite seemingly re-establishing so much of what could pass as a normal(esque) life, whatever that was in the days that followed the Chiaturi.
Hence the play of nerves as Betty arrived at Starbucks at the agreed time, sunglasses slipped up her head as she cast a look around.