I’m really hungry. Think I’ll try to reheat some food from yesterday.
Hey there Cap, you might want to let a Scientists handle those new-fangled techno-what-chits for ya there.
25th November 2011
Reblogged From starsandshields
Notes: 2
Thanks again…
Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he…
He sat there in relative stupor, unsure weather his medication was kicking in or the sedatives SHIELD forced into his previously emerald skin had started to wear off. Bruce blinked purposefully, trying to jump start his mind. Unsure weather he himself was dreaming, or this all came to fruition and reality. Listening to his friends talk, Johnny, Peter, Steve and Carol. Various states of torn, he himself wished he could be mad, could get mad, but every time he attempted his head nearly collided with the table as he hazed out. Hearing Carol finish he began to stand.
His whole body was a sickly green, the capillaries in his eyes were verdant, as well as the surface vessels on his hands. The notably pulsed as he clenched his fists. His lesser half no doubtably trying to smash his way through the drug induced wall. He looked up about the room attempting to meet eye contact and gauge feelings. He crossed his now beryl tongue over his parched lips as he cleared his throat. His voice is strangely distorted as he speaks, “Banne-” he paused and takes a breath” I think, Johnny is right. We are gonna need to bait him out. We need alluring bate though….Goldilocks will know what we need..” Coughing a bit as his voice cracks at the end of his sentence.
”Cupid’s gone, ain’t nothin’ gonna bring ‘em back either” His voice and fists shake as they rest on the table, “..and that, sonofabitch, is gonna pay.” His eyes welled up when he dropped his head. Standing there in a moment of silence, “I’M GONNA SMASH HIM!” With a sudden burst of clarity, his hands raise and come careening onto the table, giving two sizable indentations in the table.
His heart rate monitor rang out with its shrill cry. Banner took a deep breath as he began to recompose himself. Opening the small satchel with the SHIELD logo on it and crunching down on some pills from within the contents.
///Tony had sent out the message, to all who would receive it from him, to return to Stark Tower as soon as possible, to discuss the plan to remove Loki as a threat. ////
Stumbles into the room, having reached for the handle on the automatic door. His trip knocks loose several brown-orange canisters as they rattle to the floor; Eskalith, xanax, and valium, round out but a few of the bottles prescribed by his SHIELD Psychiatrist. Failing to make the slightest attempt of eye contact his already slim features are enhanced by dense bags and bleary eyes. His clothing also brought through the ringer. Shredded and bullet riddled. He had not taken well to the news. and unfortunately neither did the several floors of stark tower soon after. Sliding into a chair he stairs blankly at the table. Grunting aloud, almost making out the word—
“Here.”
(Source: greenmothereffingoak)
After several days of hard mental labor. and several white boards i might have broken in anger later. The simulations look good and stable. The composition did not make the sample crystallize or break the beaker and make some angry slime I had to chase around the lab. Also I got it to accept some extra genetics I think will keep things in line. I’ll need to run more tests in order to see it fit for my human use. But I think I might be onto something.
I have yet to win a game of Candy Land, and i am convinced that the game is Rigged.
Take a deep breath and calm down big guy.
Its ok, least we were not playing Monopoly..or Risk.
I have yet to win a game of Candy Land, and i am convinced that the game is Rigged.
Sure, anything you need.
My initial research with the government was based partially on your vita-ray, in hopes of finding a new way of creating a super soldier, as Erskine’s research has been entirely lost, and not been able to be recreated in any way shape or form.
Any chances to recreate it has resulted in disaster, yours truly speaks from experience.
I’ll just ask it bluntly, I would be indebted to you if I could perhaps have a blood sample and a deep tissue biopsy from you.
