Bruce Banner. (doctorbanner) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-09 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, bruce banner (mcu), gwen stacy (mcu) |
Who: Bruce Banner (MCU) & Gwen Stacy (MCU)
When: Tuesday, late afternoon.
Where: The lab!
What: Lab prep is not the fanciest job, but someone has to do it.
Rating: Low.
This was truly basic stuff, the rote foundations of something he'd absorbed so long ago (more years than he'd have liked to count) that it was hard to think of it as learned at all. Pipetting ethanol into a veritable farm of tiny microcentrifuge tubes, stretched out across the usually exceedingly neat workbenches like some kind of invading column, was something he probably could have done faster some other way, or, with the appropriate human assistance, not at all. The push at the beginning of the term was always busy, for everyone. Efficiency was at a premium. But there was something to be said for doing the grunt work, for keeping a tie to the lowest-level technical necessities. Academia was first and foremost a teaching profession, after all, as so very many people, himself included, found it convenient to forget. All of this was, of course, simply rationalization for a deplorable nostalgia. But that was all right. Considering everything that had been going on - the excitement of the unexplained and the decidedly less enjoyable way it always made everyone so damned jumpy - he didn't begrudge himself a little simplicity. It was a luxury to have this to focus on. Wasting Gwen's time with it was less excusable, but - hey. Teaching profession. The tedious hours that went into setting up the first proper lab for a new batch of students just came with the territory. So when he pulled up a second rolling stool to the yards (and yards) of tube racks, his smile was only half apologetic. Someone who looked a little too closely might have thought he was enjoying this. That was a stretch - but it was undeniably calming. "Thanks for coming in." His smile flickered up to her briefly before he sank back into his own seat, stopped over his task with the attention to posture of someone most at home in front of a screen. "Glamorous work, I know. I figured I should share." |