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Wishes
Dr. Banner looks out onto the city and marvels at how it still exists even within night's gentle cloak. It's loud. It's crowded. It's dangerous. It's beautiful. He wishes that he could be part of it.
To be one of the thousands milling about, happily engaging in life's daily activities would be like a dream. A sweet, blissful dream. He can't remember the last time he ever had such a respite from the horror of his reality.
Dr. Banner casts his eyes to the stars above. He remembers the times that he cried his anguish, his rage and poured his heart out to their frosty twinkling. He remembers demanding why it had to be him. Why was he the one forced to stumble and endure the consequence of his one folly? The stars never answered. He wishes that they would at least listen to him without scorn.
The Other Guy doesn't like the stars. Even now he feels him prickling somewhere deep within in his mind, straining to roar his defiance. To the monster, the stars are too cold. They mock him and fuel his rage. He can't remember the last time he wasn't angry.
Dr. Banner runs his hand through his chocolate curls. He fingers the fine strands of hair and feels more human than ever before. It's he that is in control. It's he that acts upon will. He wishes that the Other Guy would stop growling.
This growling is unlike anything he has ever heard. It is not unlike that of an animal, yet it still feels more primal than what any beast could ever manage. It shakes mountains and raises oceans. At least…he thinks it would if he could ever remember what the Other Guy does when in control. He wishes to never discover if his idle thought is correct.
Dr. Banner sighs and glances over his shoulder at Stark Towers. Inside the Avengers are sleeping. Well, maybe Tony isn't because he simply refuses to heed his body's needs and throws himself into his work until it's completed. Bruce smiles softly. He wishes that he will never hurt any of them.
He turns his back to the city and shuffles inside, chilled, yet refreshed. His nighttime thoughts keep him close to himself. If anything they keep from completely losing his mind in a sea of confusion that is the Avengers. As he quietly returns to the lab to see if Tony is still awake, he realizes that he has learned something.
Some wishes don't come true. Others do.