Well Aunt May, she’s kind of my mother though— she always drinks it, so I just thought it was an old person thing to do.. -shrugs softly with a laugh- Oh my.. -glances around the kitchen, biting down on his lip- Well.. I mean when you living with Asgardians.. what can you expect?
Well I use to use the schools dark room to develop them there, but since I’ve moved in here I’ve done all the work myself.. Tony is rather brilliant when it comes to helping his fellow teammates out. -smiles- He got the room and all the equipment for me. Oh, uh, never got the chance to ask. But you’re here to try out for the Avengers right?
[rolls her eyes] Of course you did. Trust me, you wouldn’t be saying such things if you had ever visited England. They might very well forman angry mob and chase you down the streets. Clearly your Aunt May has excellent taste.
Surely they ought to know how to do a bit of cleaning? The testosterone in this building doesn’t help. I’ll be damned if there’s actually any bleach in the cupboards. [moves a few used plates off of one corner of the counter before replacing them with two relatively-clean mugs] Un-bloody-believable. Maybe we should hire a maid. Can you fill this with water for me? [passes him the kettle]
Did he now? I can’t say he’s ever taken such an interest in any of my hobbies, but there you go. So are you going to start selling your photos, or are the purely for recreational purposes? I’m sure you could make quite a good profit if you found the right buyer. Perhaps you ought to go into fashion photography? I’m sure I know a few people I could hook you up with.
[pauses to laugh as she rummages around, trying to find the high-quality, better tasting teabags she’d hidden behind an unused teapot] Try out? Goodness me, no. How do I say this without sounding utterly big headed? I already have plenty of experience of being in teams - some heroic, some not so much. I suppose Avenger status was the least that SHIELD could give me seeing as they were lacking a telepath with natural born leader qualities and a generally outgoing personality.
-pouts- Would not! You know you just can’t resist me because I’m loveable…
-gasps and staggers backwards- I… I’m RIGHT?! Dear lord, I think I’m going to faint… I’m right? I will always be right? Can I get that in writing? Or on a medal or something?
-thinks about it- Is it worth it though? Not mourning the loss of someone you love just to prove a point to everyone else?
[shrugs with a sly smile] I really think that would depend on the definition of loveable and whether or not you’re up to my standards.
My only offer is that you have it as a tattoo as that will cause you the same amount of pain I feel whilst you boast about being right. [presses a finger to her lips] You musn’t tell anyone I said that, otherwise they’ll all believe that I’m right due to my fabulous trend-setting nature. And then you’ll be sorry, as they will all come running up to your door asking you for advice and help.
Yes. If doing so means others will treat you equally despite your past and - perhaps - your appearance, then I think it is. You’re ridding yourself of hurt and pain: surely that’s a positive, even if it does mean not crying over dead friends.
-smiles- Because I’m a child at heart, and you can’t say no to adorable children…
-shakes his head- Maybe… maybe not. I don’t know… We’ll find a way to end it though, we always do. -smiles weakly- And… maybe we can all just go on vacation when this is done… that’d be nice…
What do you mean?
[scoffs] Yes you can, it’s incredibly easy. Adorable children fluttering their lashes is how spoilt brats are created. The reason I can’t say no to you is because I know I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise. You’ll try and hijack me in my sleep to send me into space via balloon.
I admire your optimism, I really do. Next time I’m rude to you, tell me to shut up and listen because you’re right and you will always be right. [hums dreamily] Very nice. Somewhere without guns and knives and blood.
That sometimes it’s easier to pretend you don’t feel anything and tell yourself that nothing happened, because the truth scares you. You want to be brave to prove to everyone that you’re strong.
-shakes his head- Nope! We’ll need an anti-gravity machine and a projector… Nothing dangerous, just a bit of fun! Come on, you know you want to!
-sighs- You’re right. To be fair though, he tried to shove me in a cage… THAT’S why I hate him. But I will do what I can to help… I know this isn’t really his fault… And it won’t be easy, but easy was never in the job description! Otherwise, we’d all be on a tropical island, taking tequila shots and dancing with exotic women right now… -smiles-
…..fair point. But I still think it’s better to express how you feel than to bottle it up just for the sake of carrying on…
[groans] Why are you such a terribly hard man to say no to?
He did? Oh. I’m sorry Bruce. Nobody deserves that. But then I suppose this is his comeuppance. A twisted way of justice that perhaps even I didn’t realise. [waves her hand to dismiss her ramblings] Either way, I just wish we knew how to end it before anyone else gets hurt. [laughs quietly, despite still feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation] A trip somewhere sunny sounds heavenly right now.
Even when it means admitting the truth?
-shakes his head- That’s it, I’m making a space simulator. You’re going to see the wonders of space, and enjoy it even if it kills me!
-pouts- I’m not being selfish, and I don’t want revenge! Just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean I won’t help. There are only two people I dislike so much that I wouldn’t help them if they needed it, and Bucky isn’t one of them. But I’m not really sure there’s much I, personally, can do for him. At least not at the moment…
-crosses his arms- Given up? Certainly not. Carrying on just means you’ve shut out emotion, which isn’t brave, it’s dangerous, and never a good thing.
Can’t we just look at the stars outside instead? They’re far less empty and infinitely safer.
[sighs] Alright, alright. I just don’t want to see people turn around and hate him when he has no idea what he’s doing. Bucky may be lost, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to find him again. Although I have a horrible feeling that it won’t be easy.
No, carrying on means you learn to live with your emotions and don’t let them get the better of you. It means your strong, and that means you’ll survive. You’ve got to smile, even when the things you love have been destroyed. Especially when you’ve destroyed them.
You never dreamed of being an astronaut? Not even once?
-shrugs and smiles bitterly- I’ve never really been partial to Bucky. And considering he’s just gone and murdered my son-in-law, I’m not exactly in a forgiving mood when it comes to him. It may not be his fault, but that doesn’t make me want to kick his ass any less.
-frowns- Used to it, yes, but that doesn’t make it any easier. And ‘getting upset’ is just a way of showing that you cared about that person and valued their life. Especially when it’s someone close to you.
[laughs] No, I’m afraid not. An explorer in the wild depths of the Amazon jungle, yes. But never an astronaut.
He doesn’t need you to be forgiving, he needs you to help. Imagine having your whole memory wiped out so that the only thing left inside you is the one thing you fear. The one thing you vowed you’d never be again, consuming you until it’s all that’s left. [shakes her head] I’m sorry Bruce, but this is no time to act selfish and try and get revenge.
Getting upset is showing that you’re affected and that you’ve given up. Carrying on is braver.
Oh you know what I mean! I just… don’t normally dream about that sort of thing… -smiles- I actually had a very vivid dream about traveling through space. It was magnificent…
-expression sobers and he nods- Believe me, I will. The last thing she needs is that man in her life… D’you hear about what happened to Matt?
Well, each to their own I suppose. The thought of going into space sounds utterly terrifying. So far from civilisation, not knowing where you are, no definite way to get home.
[frowns, surprised at Bruce for saying so] It’s not Bucky’s fault. He’s being manipulated into becoming a monster. He never asked for it. If his memories can be restored, there’s a chance he can be saved. If, though. If.
Yes, I did. And whilst it’s a terrible thing, people ought to be used to death in this brutal business. There’s no sense in getting upset by it, especially given the circumstances.
-follows after her, attempting his very best to keep his gaze on anything but her, though he kept realizing that she was probably listening to his thoughts- Well I look forward to this life changer.
Well I wouldn’t say I’m that good, but I do enjoy photography.. -pulls his camera out from his jacket pocket- Try not to leave home without it actually.. Uh.. I’ve probably been doing it since I was maybe 12 or 13..
[hides a fleeting smile as she wonders whether or not to tell him that he can relax] Trust me, once you’ve tried it you’ll wonder how on earth you’ve come this far without knowing what it tastes like. [pulls a face as they turn into the kitchen, seeing what a state it’s in] Honest to god, this is becoming ridiculous. Is cleaning a foreign concept here?
Nonsense. I’m sure you’re fabulous at it. [glances at the camera, glad to see it’s film and not digital] I guess it’s good to have a hobby. Do you develop the photos yourself?