Granted, being stuck on a jet taking him across the world doesn't exactly mean he was expecting someone popping up out of nowhere and taking him to some alternate universe, but if there was ever a perfect time for them to show up, that was it. Bruce had little reason to not agree, he had no particular destiny in mind and at least here SHIELD wouldn't be looking for him.
It was strangely freeing in that sense. And in another sense too, but that will take a while to get used to. The thought of letting himself go and allowing himself a rush of adrenaline still makes him worry, and he's not sure whether he believes that he really has full control over the Hulk now. Sounds a little too good to be true. Which is a problem he'll have to work through, considering what everyone's expected to do while they're here.
But that's a problem he can worry about later. Right now, he's genuinely enjoying this place, stepping out onto the beach and folding his pants legs up before stepping into the small surf of the water, hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back and takes a deep, long breath, letting go of a good amount of tension as he exhales.
Tension that's quick to return when he opens his eyes again and there's a couple of very naked women walking right past him and into the water, one of them sparing him a smile as she does. Gaze averting, he's almost afraid to look over his shoulder, but he does.
This isn't a nude beach, is it? There were no naked-- oh yep, hello, that's a lot of naked people there now. ]
FOUR.
[ Now this is definitely different from what he's used to. Even places with beaches and nice weather he might've been to before don't exactly just offer free housing, but here he just gets a hut assigned to him, with a lot more comfort than what he's experienced while on the run and hiding. The novelty of it all at least distracts him for now, and he explores the inside of the hut for a while, then steps back out.
It's surreal. Looks pretty much like a vacation resort right out of a magazine, and Bruce feels almost out of place, there. He sits in front of his door, legs crossed, his figure relaxing as he takes the opportunity to meditate, the soft sound of people walking past hardly bothering him. He actually opens his eyes a little, not really focusing his gaze on anyone but still making note of everyone that makes their way around.
Not that he really needs to relax a lot in this place, and if he really does have more control now, even less reason there is to do this, but it makes him feel good. A little more like himself, too. Puts both his thoughts and feelings in order, which is important for whenever he starts going on those missions. He's not exactly looking forward to that. ]
Bruce Banner » MCU
[ Well... he wanted to get away, so there's that.
Granted, being stuck on a jet taking him across the world doesn't exactly mean he was expecting someone popping up out of nowhere and taking him to some alternate universe, but if there was ever a perfect time for them to show up, that was it. Bruce had little reason to not agree, he had no particular destiny in mind and at least here SHIELD wouldn't be looking for him.
It was strangely freeing in that sense. And in another sense too, but that will take a while to get used to. The thought of letting himself go and allowing himself a rush of adrenaline still makes him worry, and he's not sure whether he believes that he really has full control over the Hulk now. Sounds a little too good to be true. Which is a problem he'll have to work through, considering what everyone's expected to do while they're here.
But that's a problem he can worry about later. Right now, he's genuinely enjoying this place, stepping out onto the beach and folding his pants legs up before stepping into the small surf of the water, hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back and takes a deep, long breath, letting go of a good amount of tension as he exhales.
Tension that's quick to return when he opens his eyes again and there's a couple of very naked women walking right past him and into the water, one of them sparing him a smile as she does. Gaze averting, he's almost afraid to look over his shoulder, but he does.
This isn't a nude beach, is it? There were no naked-- oh yep, hello, that's a lot of naked people there now. ]
FOUR.
[ Now this is definitely different from what he's used to. Even places with beaches and nice weather he might've been to before don't exactly just offer free housing, but here he just gets a hut assigned to him, with a lot more comfort than what he's experienced while on the run and hiding. The novelty of it all at least distracts him for now, and he explores the inside of the hut for a while, then steps back out.
It's surreal. Looks pretty much like a vacation resort right out of a magazine, and Bruce feels almost out of place, there. He sits in front of his door, legs crossed, his figure relaxing as he takes the opportunity to meditate, the soft sound of people walking past hardly bothering him. He actually opens his eyes a little, not really focusing his gaze on anyone but still making note of everyone that makes their way around.
Not that he really needs to relax a lot in this place, and if he really does have more control now, even less reason there is to do this, but it makes him feel good. A little more like himself, too. Puts both his thoughts and feelings in order, which is important for whenever he starts going on those missions. He's not exactly looking forward to that. ]