Author's note: This is the first chapter of my Avengers story from the perspective of Dr. Bruce Banner. It somewhat follows the movie Avengers, but I will change some events.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters or plot lines from the movie they belong to Marvel and any other affiliate.
Summary: Bruce's experience with the Avengers including psychological insights of his character(that I see). *So sorry I suck at summaries*
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He couldn't believe his luck as he ran as fast as he could; I mean what kind of loser must he be if he was being chased on his first day of high school? Pathetic really. In a rush, he didn't care as he shoved people aside in his haste to get away. Unfortunately, fate or whatever, apparently had other plans and he went sprawling across the floor of the, quite suddenly, empty stretch of hallway. He quickly came to the accurate conclusions that a) the tardy bell had rung b) this school sucked and c) he was about to find out just how much it sucked when a huge, looming face appeared. Closing his eyes tightly, he proceeded to loosen his grip on reality. The world faded to black after a particularly vicious kick to the head.
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Bruce roused himself from his vivid trip down memory lane, only to find himself in a strikingly similar situation, minus the fists, but all the humiliating verbal assaults. The gathered team of, he thought for a moment trying to recall the name Agent Coulson had said during his ramblings, Avengers, were discussing the logistics of transporting the Hulk on an enclosed metal air/ship thing.
"Very intelligent," he berated himself, "PhD in nuclear physics and still came up with air/ship thing."
"So, Bruce, tell me at least you did the homework on Selvig's notes about his Extraction Theory?" Stark quipped to the, once again, not paying attention doctor.
Luckily, his brain was able to multitask, it had to considering its extra contents raging around, and he easily fell into a highly technical and scientific discussion with Stark. Unconsciously, Banner kept tabs on the others in the room. He noticed when Steve rolled his eyes and muttered something to Tor about "not speaking English." He saw Natasha subtly flinch whenever he caught her eye and he felt the Hulk grunt in satisfaction. The only one who didn't react to the brainy duo was Fury.
After several minutes elapsed, Fury decided to dismiss them since the tactical meeting had been derailed for the time being. Without any adieu, everyone except Tony and Bruce left to enjoy the temporary leisure time. For several hours they discussed more and more various topics of scientific nature, until, unbidden, Bruce yawned.
Tony noticed, "It's getting late, we should probably hit the hay. Pick up where we left off later, Dr. Banner?"
"Uh," came the genius response followed by, "Sure."
On the way out the door, in camaraderie, Tony nudged his shoulder before turning towards his compartment in the front of the ship. To say he was shocked to find not only a fellow scientist but to be treated like he was trusted, not feared, a friend, not foe, would be an understatement.
Shaking his head in wonderment, Bruce paced towards the back to where his reinforced compartment was.
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