cameron gray ⊗ bruce banner (emeraldone) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-05-06 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | cameron gray, stu rice |
Who: Cameron Gray and Stu Rice
What: Anger management with the Hulk and Hawkeye. Probably this will not end well.
When: Sunday afternoon, May 6th, 2012
Where: The Avengers mansion
Warnings: Violence and angst?
Cameron Gray was spectacularly bad at sifting through his emotions. Always had been, as far back as he could remember. When he got hurt, he got angry. When he got sad, he got angry. When someone killed a seriously ace lady, one who had come very close to being his friend? Angry. It was a vicious cycle, now more than ever, for one very simple reason.
He had friends now. That was a problem.
Friends, teammates, whatever – after learning about Natalie's death at the hands of this life's Loki, Cam had made a call and become one of them. This life's Avengers. As a kid who'd barely managed to retain his one friend during his chaotic youth, this was an entirely new thing for Cam, to willingly be a part of something that was significantly bigger than he was (and he could get pretty big). To get involved with something selflessly, to move halfway across the world so he could help people, because those people needed him and his particular talents – it was unreal. A year ago, Cam would have laughed in your face and then subsequently punched it if you told him this was the direction his life would go one day. Then he would have laughed some more if it was because of a girl he barely knew and the monster he tried so hard not to become.
We could use a little worse, she'd said in the film. He'd seen it once already, and one was enough.
"Too fucking right, we can," Cam grumbled to himself, taking a drag on his cigarette and flicking it away carelessly as he trudged through the mansion. His new home, a mansion. That was laughable in and of itself, and poor Londoner that he was, he still wasn't used to it, but he was getting there. He mostly kept to his room except to eat or to find Thomas and bug the shit out of him. If he ever saw the others, he usually tiptoed around them, still feeling a little out of place. They were all grieving for a friend, someone they knew better than he did. He didn't have the right to grieve with them, not really. That made him angry, too.
He tried not to think about it, though. Tried and failed. He was on his way to the kitchens now, not even because he was hungry but just because he needed something to do, and he was nearly there when he heard... was that shouting? He blinked once and his heart rate started speeding up almost immediately, and he picked up the pace, jogging in the direction of the sound. He finally found it in a corner of the mansion he hadn't explored yet, one of the peripheral bedrooms someone told him weren't being used. What he saw? Also made him angry. There was no shortage of that going around. Never was.
"And they say I've got anger issues," he joked flatly to the man in the room, a guy he knew by sight but hadn't really spoken to much, and for good reason. After surveying the room, though, it was clear from Cam's tone and his slightly furrowed brow that his heart wasn't in the joke, probably for the first time in his life. "You alright, mate?"