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Bruce sits in a booth, working on calculations on papers. On the table is a mass of papers, scribbled with neat handwritten equations. A small device, looking like a borg cube in miniature, sits, pulsing with green light, in the middle of the table.
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"Yeah. I was young, foolish, and had a lot of stars in my eyes,. and a lot of anger in my heart. Before I knew it, my invention was in the hands of the military, and then in the hands of criminals... and I was the Hulk."
He just breathes for a long moment.
"You hands feel good..."
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He smiles.
"Nice. I appreciate benefitting from it... it feels good..."
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That would depend on which head you were talking about, really. But he would definitely boggle.
"You are not assistance, Serena. You are beauty."
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"Yes, beauty in words, in face, in kindness, in deeds. beauty in motion."
he gently kisses her forehead then and grins.
"And you have a cute nose."
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She laens to his chest, enjoying closeness.
"Hmm... you said you might have questions?"
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"I did?"
He ponders this.
"I cant remember them at the moment."
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