A/N: Well, with a resounding one review and one vote, here is Bruce's chapter. Thank you, Dark Goddess of Shadows, for your input! This one was written at six in the morning especially for you!
Bruce
Let it not be said that Bruce Banner is afraid of nothing. He is, in fact, afraid of a great many things. However, rain is not one of those great many things. Therefore, Bruce Banner enjoys taking walks on days when everyone else is rushing about to get in out of the wet.
Something about the constant rhythm of the droplets pattering on the concrete and asphalt, Bruce found soothing. He found it so soothing, in fact, that listening to it and the sounds of the cars rushing by in the busy New York streets was one time when Bruce could honestly say that he wasn't angry. But that did frighten him. And, at that point, he fled back to his lab and immersed himself in his work.
Usually it was some odd experiment that he excused himself with. Never, of course, would be admit that he'd been scared in from the rain by being calm. So, he examined his blood under the microscope, again. He poked and prodded at it, sighing in dismay when it would go a familiar green hue and break yet another slide. He jotted down notes on the time it took from when he drew it, or how calm he was when he took the blood. He took the temperature and humidity of the room to see if the transformation took longer in the cold, or in humid weather. Anything that could point him in the direction of repressing the other guy more.
When rainy days faded and gave way to stormy nights, Bruce found his lab home to his teammate and friend, Tony Stark. He didn't know what demons brought Tony to the labs instead of to his bed or workshop, and Bruce didn't want to know. The other man sought companionship. And it just so happened that his companionship didn't require Bruce to take any attention off his work. For that, Bruce couldn't tell if he was grateful or remorseful. Because he enjoyed talking with Tony in the light of the day. Sharing ideas, or even explaining the finer points of a theory to the rest of the team with him. It was amazing to him what the mind of Tony Stark brought forth every day.
However, on those nights, Tony was different. He was quiet. He was reflective. It was on those nights when the man with a wit to match the God of Lies was absolutely silent. He examined Bruce's notes, surely seeing that all of his tests were in vain, but never saying a word. And for that, Bruce was grateful. After all, he didn't need Tony Stark to tell him what he already knew.
There was no keeping the Hulk down. No repressing it, no getting rid of it. He was a part of Bruce the same as Bruce was a part of himself. And that's what frightened Bruce Banner most of all.