CHAPTER 2
Bruce Banner is laying on the couch as Robert grabs some drinks from the fridge.
"One night Banner, I shouldn't really be giving you that long." Robert tosses Banner a beer.
"Why are you?" The cap twists off.
"My psychiatrist thinks it'd be good to open myself up to things." The words slip out of his mouth before he realizes.
Robert takes a long gulp of his drink.
"Sampson?" Robert nods. "I've had to see him my fair share. Always spits out the same crap about closing yourself off."
"Bruce, I really don't want to do this whole..bonding...thing. Ok?" Bruce nods as Robert sits down next to him.
The TV blares as the two sit in silence next to each other.
"What happened this time Bruce?" Robert asks. Bruce leans back into the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
"I really thought I had it under control this time, you know? I mean there's always that moment, where I can just be superheroic for awhile. No death, no carnage, my friends don't have to hunt me down. It's just….simple."
"Yeah.."
"It's so easy to let that darkness in and take a hold of you. Make you think that there's never been a light in your life, that all you've ever known is the void." Bruce notices Robert wince at the word. "Hey, I didn't-"
"I know. Can't stop people from using the word." Robert and Bruce sit in silence, the hours pass and Bruce is asleep on the couch. He hears noise, as if someone's moving down the hallway.
"Robert?" Bruce wipes his eyes and moves towards the noise. Bruce hears a loud crash from the bathroom. "Robert!" He rushes and knocks down the bathroom door. Robert is holding a shard of glass, his eyes devoid of life and focus. Bruce wrestles the glass from Robert and walks him into the living room. He sits Robert on the couch, who isn't registering anything that's going on.
"You're not ok, are you?" Bruce asks. Robert stares into the blackness.