Author's Note: I don't own Avengers or Chris Sizemore. 20th Century Fox claimed they owned Chris Sizemore but that ended badly for them. Marvel owns the Avengers and Chris Sizemore owns Chris Sizemore.

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It was movie night at the Stark Mansion and 3 Faces of Eve starring Joanne Woodward was the movie Natasha had chosen. The movie was on the dull side, so there was a lot of popcorn throwing and talking over the picture, but Steve appeared to actually be watching the film. After it was over, Steve said, "Dr. Banner is Eve White and The Hulk is Eve Black."

Bruce gave him a dirty look.

"That was rude," said Natasha.

"You chose the movie," said Clint. "You're the rude one."

Tony took Bruce's hand. "Steve may have a point. You've been looking for a cure through chemical means. Chris Sizemore did integrate her personalities about 18 years after the movie ended. So it is possible to integrate you and the Hulk."

"You don't know that for sure," said Bruce.

"Let's talk in the Green Room," said Tony. "Are you game?"

Bruce let Tony lead him into the Green Room a room he designed to hold the Hulk while being a meditation room. It had furniture and other things to toss around. The walls were pink and light blue and there was a waterfall. Bruce could pipe in nature sounds or calming music. After Tony locked the door, he said, "Jarvis, only Pepper can open the door from the outside. Bruce or myself can open it from the inside."

"Very good, sir," said the AI.

Tony sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor. "I'm not good at this whole meditation thing. It isn't my bag."

Bruce sat near him. "Breath with your diaphragm."

Following Bruce's direction, Tony took a cleansing breath. "This stuff helps?"

"Not as much as allowing myself to feel the anger but not dwelling on it does," said Bruce. "If I deny my anger, I will, eventually, blow no matter how many deep breaths I take."

"Ridding yourself of the Hulk may be the wrong approach. Deep breaths," Tony said. "Hear me out then you can yell that I'm wrong; that I, totally, don't get it. That movie was outdated and the science in it wrong, but you have a lot of the symptoms of DID, including the fact you experienced early childhood trauma."

"My father killed my mother and tried to kill me," said Bruce.

"You never developed alts as far as you know, but you learned to compartmentalize. As strange as this is going to sound, I have to say it. You need to integrate the Hulk back into Bruce. You need your rage."

"I'm listening," said Bruce. "How do I integrate him?"

"Am I a psychologist?" asked Tony.

Bruce didn't give an answer and just looked at Tony.

Tony added, "And I don't even play one on TV."

"The other guy could kill a psychologist. Nice idea, but I can't risk it."

Tony stood, walked over to Bruce and put a hand on his shoulder. "You read what you can on Dissociative Identity Disorder, and I'll see if I can get a psychotherapist that is willing to work over voice chat or by phone. What we're doing now isn't working, and the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. The worse that can happen is we have another failure."

Bruce laughed. "No, the worst thing that can happen is I integrate and I'm the Hulk full-time."

"Then you haven't integrated. Integration means all your personalities are combined."

Bruce stood up and looked Tony in the eye. "What if I end up nine feet tall and green?"

Tony put both his hands on Bruce's shoulders and stared him down. "Then you're nine feet tall, green, happy, sad, able to express rage like a normal person, and almost as brilliant as I."

Bruce sat back down, crossed his legs and took a deep breath. "He's stronger than me."

"He isn't stronger or weaker than you. He's part of you. There is no Bruce without the Hulk." Tony started walking toward the door. "You think about that. And, honey, remember I love you."

Bruce looked at his feet. "I know you wouldn't do this if you didn't love me. Thanks."

"You don't love me? The Hulk loves me. I'm a very lovable fellow."

Bruce, simply, said, "I don't think I like myself enough to love someone else. Sorry."

"We'll work on that, too. But we've done enough for one night. Are you going to stay here and meditate? I'll let myself out. Good night."