[Narrative, Post to: James B, Tony S] Who: Bruce Banner What: Returning to NYC (narrative) Where: NYC/Stark Tower When: ...around that time? Warnings/Rating: No?
Natasha had brought him back to New York, dropping him as close to the Tower as possible, but had been called away shortly after they'd landed. He hadn't thought much about the Tower itself, even though he'd had more than one person tell him that it had been damaged. It wasn't until he was standing in front of it, studying the scaffolding and work crews, the piles of debris on the street below, that it finally sank in. With the Tower damaged, he had nowhere to stay in the city. It had been his one source of so many different things - shelter, science, people he knew. It struck him that he had no idea where anyone else was staying, though he at least knew that everyone was (mostly) alright after the fights in New York and Washington.
Maybe returning to New York wasn't quite the right decision. With nowhere to stay, nowhere to work...
He didn't even have his emergency bag - having left it in the tower when he exited out the window after that bad dream. Natasha had at least brought him a change of clothes, but that was all he had to his name at the moment.
But he'd been in worse places before. He could figure it out again.
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[James B] I'm afraid I have to postpone meeting for meditation.
[Tony S] [A little hesitant, due to not hearing back the last time.] Are you healing alright?