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Chapter 14- Bruce and Brendan

Brendan came home off of the school bus, and walked up the stairs to his room. When he walked in, he slammed his door as hard as possible, making the room rattle. Today had been the worst day ever, even if he had told himself that everyday. He collapsed into the chair next to his desk, and stared at the wall for a while to calm down. Posters of molecules, equations, formulas, and everything sciencey littered the walls of his room.

He grabbed a worn tennis ball off of his desk, and began throwing it against the opposite wall, very hardly. The new meds the doctors were making him take made him quite restless, and he hated it. Today when he went to the high school across from the middle school for science class, he kept on fidgeting in his seat, something his terrible teacher, Mrs. Larrod, did not approve of. Again, she had turned down an idea of his in his large blue notebook, which was now lying on his desk.

He opened it, and flipped through the pages. His tiny, messy scrawl filled many of the pages, which, if one looked close enough, was filled with a higher intellect than a high school student. He stared at the beloved notebook, and then threw it across the room, where it fell in a heap next to his bed.

I'm such an idiot. None of these things are physically possible. Mrs. Larrod is right. Urgg, I wish I was just normal, I wish I wasn't in high school science; actually, I wish I was stupid.

He went downstairs to the kitchen, but then out the door and into the street. Walking to the mailbox and pulling out the key, he slid it into the slot, and turned it. He pulled out the mail, locked the box, and slowly walked back to his house, sorting through the mail. Bills, bills, newspaper, bills, his monthly National Geographic- his favorite, bills, and… He stopped walking completely. There was an envelope with his name on it, but it was from Avengers Tower. The Avengers Tower.

Clutching the mail to his chest, he sprinted back home, threw the bills and newspaper on the counter, and raced upstairs to his desk. Sitting in the chair, trying to calm himself, he opened the envelope carefully. It contained a small slip of paper.

Wanna talk to Bruce? Skype him at 6:15,tonight, your time. Skype name- GammaGeek123, cheesy, huh? Oh well, at least it fits him.

-TS

TS? Oh, duh, Tony Stark! So I'm actually, gonna, like, talk to Bruce Banner through video chat? Ok, maybe this isn't the worst day ever.

Brendan glanced at the clock. It was only 4:15, but he put his new laptop on his desk, then went outside to play a bit of basketball. Ok, maybe more than a bit.

- TIME -CHANGE -BREAK -THINGY -

He walked inside panting from all the basketball he had been playing. He grabbed a glass of water and stared at the clock while gulping down the liquid. It was 6:10, so he raced upstairs past his parents and opened the laptop, signing into Skype. He twirled around in his chair impatiently, his medicine kicking in. He hated feeling restlessness.

Suddenly, a bleep emitted from his laptop, and he stopped spinning in his comfy chair. A green dot appeared next to GammaGeek123, so Brendan clicked it. Within a moment, Bruce Banner's smiling face appeared on the screen, and soon Brendan was smiling, his idol was on the screen!

"Brendan, right?" Bruce asked.

"Yea," Brendan replied, smiling.

"Well," Bruce said, "I know you got a whole notebook of ideas, and while we can't use equipment at the moment considering you are in Kentucky and I'm in Manhattan, I bet we could come up with some equations to test your theories. Wanna do some science?"

Brendan nodded eagerly, and pulled out the worn notebook. "Let's do some science."

After Many Sciency Conversations and Much laughter later-

"Finally, we come to your previous idea about gamma rays and cancer," Bruce said, looking at the letter mentioning it, "Explain." This child was really surprising him, and reminded him a bit of himself when he was younger.

"Well," Brendan flipped to the largest section in his notebook, most of the pages filled on the theory, " You said that when you are the Hulk, your injuries are repaired for the most part, right?"

"Well, mostly. My cells regenerate, but sometimes rather slowly depending on the type of injury." Bruce usually did not like to talk about this stuff, and rarely did even with Tony, but he felt rather comfortable with Brendan, who wouldn't judge him. He had already shown Bruce that he cared for the person behind the beast, the awkward scientist who had a witty sense of humor. No one would ever understand how much that meant to Bruce, who sometimes got low, and needed to be reminded that he was still human, and not a monster.

"Ok, so according to my research, a study of Rothkamm and Lobrich has shown that this repair process works well after high-dose exposure but is much slower in the case of a low-dose exposure. The only problem is we are not sure how much will be too much." Brendan said, biting his lip.

"That's for sure, we don't need a ton of cancer patients turned in more Hulks," Bruce said with a chuckle.

"Right. Despite their cancer-causing properties, gamma rays may also be used to treat some types of cancer, since the rays kill cancer cells. So maybe it would work on external cancerous growths such as skin cancer, but maybe just not internal."

"The only problem is, if it is only applied externally, again, we don't know how much is too much, and it might not be rid of completely." Bruce said, thinking hard. Cancer was a tricky subject science wise, because the disease was so unpredictable. "However, let's use an example. So if someone had lung cancer, which is obviously internal, we can't inject gamma rays, they can't exactly be bottled up."

"Wait, Dr. Banner, isn't your blood radio-active?"

"You can call me Bruce, and yes it is. So if it was injected into blood, it might work, but it might also slowly kill some people. The Hulk protects me from that, but I think it would affect most people. The only problem is, for example, if I cut myself, I have to dispose of the blood extremely carefully, because just the rays radiating off of it could affect other people. It was kinda like the Tesseract, I could track it solely off of its rays."

"So having it people's blood is a positive no?"

"With our knowledge of it now, yes. With more research, rather than expose people to the rays, it might be possible to splice cells and insert the mass amounts of electrons and protons, so as to insert the atomic structure. I'll research it in the lab and email you on my progress."

There was a shout from downstairs. "Brendan, you have been on the computer long enough, so finish up!"

"Am I to guess that was your mother?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess it's time to say goodbye, but you have my email address, it's the same as my Skype. You really are a smart kid, a lot smarter that me."

"No way, you are the best scientist ever! I want to be like you when I grow up! But I have to go, bye."

"Bye," Bruce said with a smile as the screen flickered off. Wow.

That night, two people sat in bed awake, thinking about science, gamma rays, atoms, and everything else. One thanked science for allowing him to meet his hero, the other allowing him to find a purpose to live his life.

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