*Tony's POV*
"So what kind of experiments are you planning to run? Just so I know which level to put you on." I begin.
"You-" He starts, but I abruptly cut him off, almost as though I don't entirely want to know his answer. I feel as if he may say that he no longer wants to join me, and instead wants to go back to his old life, the one where we picked him up from.
"I'm a billionaire! What did you expect?" To my surprise he laughs deeply for a long moment.
"That's not actually what I was going to say..." He snickers, "I want to work on Biology for a while. I haven't been looking at it really since the lab accident." The last sentence is forlorn. A sad smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and it takes all my effort to look back to the road for a while. But that smile, it was weeping by itself. Suddenly I feel desperate to cheer him up. The only problem with that is, I can't do that very well without either bringing the subject of the Hulk up, or without a couple of drinks. I sit for a moment in thought, trying to find a suitable idea that could take his mind off the subject slightly.
"You know..." I falter, not really knowing entirely where this sentence is heading. "I.. uh.. I was never very good at Biology." I breathe a sigh of relief. That works well enough. It gets him talking too.
"Really? That's surprising. It's the easiest subject for most people. But I guess it depends on the person and the aspect of the subject..." He trails off quietly, the red that tinges his cheeks tells me that he thinks he has said too much. I decide to take the chance; in all honesty, I've liked him since that day in the lab where he said that he attempted suicide. The comment hit me off guard, and slowly broke me inside. With a suggestive tone I say
"Will you tutor me, Bruce?"
"Uhm.. Sure, I guess..." He says quietly before looking back out of his window. I huff in my head; he hasn't realised what it was I meant. I shrug this one off, but I can't think of how to let him know, without scaring him away. We sit in silence, it's more awkward than before, making it even less welcome. The streets go by in a blur whilst I attempt to think of something to say; but oddly enough, he's the one who gives me the opportunity.
"Which particular aspect of Biology did you have trouble with?" He asks me inquisitively. I regard him for a second out the corner of my eye; his head is now facing me. Wide brown eyes watch me silently, and I can almost see the wheels in his head turning out of curiosity. I almost refuse to believe that curiosity is about- for me. I snap back into reality when his eyes start to reveal worry and confusion at my lack of answer.
"Ohhh, uhm, right..." I stutter incoherently, trying to regain some ground in the conversation. Bruce just looks at me weirdly. "Human Biology." I say, and then relax somewhat as Bruce nods. I've never actually had a problem with Biology, but it's the only thing I can think of.
I want to stare at him bewildered, but I have to settle for staring out of the front drivers window. 'I've sent him three big hints haven't I?' I think helplessly in confusion. I continue to ponder for the remainder of the journey; the car quiet except for the wind rushing past our heads.
I am so sorry about the length of this chapter; and I know I'm supposed to be finishing other stories, and I will do, however I have recently come down with a bad case of the avengers so I felt the need to type this up :) And can you guys if you read this, please review? I am desperate to know if it is any good, and whether I should bother continuing. Helpful criticism is nice too :) x
