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When; Saturday, 10/27
Rating; Unknown, but Circus-related body horror in many threads
Characters; Bruce Banner, Luke, Serrure, Sif, Asami Sato, open to anyone in City Solutions or with a good reason to be there
Summary; Bruce has ended up treating several of the Circus' victims and now they're cluttering up his lab and apartment. Open post for people to visit Luke, Serrure, and Asami or pester Bruce (and possibly Sif)
Log;

Bruce's lab and apartment hadn't been intended as a makeshift hospital ward, but there they were. He'd set Asami up in his bedroom and Luke and Serrure were still kept in separate rooms to keep their magnetism from dragging their wounded bodies back together.

He's immediately available by network, but at the moment he's in his kitchen brewing up some chamomile tea. More accurately the water's heating and he has his forehead pressed against the stainless steel door of his fridge.

[ooc: Just set up threads for the various temporary residents for easy visitation.]

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My feet or my footsteps? [She complies. Sits up and walks over to stand next to his bed. In an impulsive moment, she reaches out and brushes his hair from his forehead.]

I thought you were resting.

Footsteps. Feetsteps. Why is that one not correct. It ought to be. There are more than one-[And the minute she touches him, he's latching onto her like a koala. And.... he's shaking because he's uhm... in pain. It's a manly emotion. He's not scared and definitely not upset. Nope.]

[Oh, that is - that does something; pulls at strings inside her, and she thinks it must be genuine, remembers what Luke said, and even without what Luke said, she still feels the tug.

She leans over him, not touching but being there. Being Sif. Her hair might slip over her shoulder and whisper over his back, but that is not because she is curled over him protectively. Of course not.]

You should challenge it later.

[After a moment, and without relinquishing his grip on her, he says.] I might.

Thank you for rescuing us, Sif. We tried to get out, but without any magic at all... [It was almost worse than the pain, the helplessness.]

Shh, now. [She doesn't recognize her voice, either, so soft. And urgent. Maybe she doesn't recognize this - the vulnerability in him, even if they are two different persons. The thought is still there.]

Do not thank me for such a thing.

I want to. Thus I will. Or I did. Uh. You know what I mean. [His curling his fingers into her clothes. It's going to be a while before you can extricate yourself, Sif.]

[This might be the strangest embrace she's ever been given, but she lets it last.]

I know. You are welcome, in that case.

[And he's letting Sif go just the tiniest little bit.] I've not yet begun to heal. Nor has Luke, I think. Why?

I do not know. [But clearly it worries her, because she doesn't pull back even when he lets go a bit.] Have you asked your lady friend for help?

If I cannot heal this, I'm certain she could not. [He's quite glad she doesn't pull away. He just feels ... safe with her.]

What's this? Not trying something even if it is to make sure it does not work?

....I don't want her to see this.

So you would prefer to endure. Does this - [She points to the drip connected to his arm.] - help at all?

A little. [More than a little. It's wonderful. But he wants more. Godly metabolism and all.]

I would prefer to endure. Like a warrior.

The other warriors would be most impressed. [She is, if anything. Impressed, but also concerned.]

I know many of them would not have withstood this sort of pain at your age.