OPEN OPENESS FOR THE MASSES

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OPEN POST!
For general shenanigans! Throw your people at my people, using existing verses, or hey, let's get crazy and come up with new ones. It'll be a party. 1, 2, 3, GO.

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[ofafeather]

"Technology isn't really my thing." She admits, laughing. "I like it, it's just not what I like to study." It was the truth, even if what she was studying right now wasn't exactly what she was here to do, either.

She can't help but laugh a little at his backpedal. "Who knows, maybe that's exactly why he put you here? So you wouldn't get lonely working by yourself in a lab." From what she knew about Tony Stark, it wouldn't surprise her in the least.

[memyselfandtheotherguy]

Leaning one hip against the workbench, Bruce crossed his arms and nodded. “What would you rather study?” he asked, genuinely curious.

It was quite possibly true, what she said. Bruce had hid himself away for a long time, not allowing himself to get close to anyone, to get to know anyone. He had lived a lonely life, but one the thought he had to live. Tony and the other Avengers had changed that, but it was a slow process. More often than not he still preferred his solitude, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still feel lonely at times, sometimes he might even go so far as to feel starved for human interaction.

He usually ignored it.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” he replied. “Whatever his reason, I hope you like it here. Welcome, Dr. Morse.”

[ofafeather]

"Pure biology. Nothing technological. I actually really enjoy working with testing the human body, and seeing how to improve it." This isn't entirely a lie, either. When she was working as a scientist, she was at her best working on Project Gladiator, trying to re-create the super soldier serum. She'd made some decent progress before Nick Fury had offered her something different, something that she discovered she enjoyed even more.

"Thank you, Dr. Banner." She smiles at him, completely sincere. "Hopefully I won't be too much of a bother."

[memyselfandtheotherguy]

Bruce’s easy going smile fell at her words.

“Not all ‘improvements’ are good,” he replied, the word ‘improvements’ sounding distasteful on his lips. He knew the type of improvements people were trying to make, and while they worked on the rare occasion as they had with Steve, more often than not they were a disaster.

“Some days I wonder if what we do is a benefit to anyone,” he continued. Turning away, he slipped his glasses back on his face and tried to focus his attention on one of the touch screens over his head. “People are born vulnerable. If they’re weak, if they become sick, maybe that is just how their life is supposed to run. No other animal in the world strives as we do for invulnerability and immortality.”

At this point he’s talking more to himself than to Bobbi and he completely missed her sincere gratitude.

[ofafeather]

"Not that we know of, at least." Bobbi looks thoughtful. From the looks of it, Bruce is in his own little world, so she's not even sure he hears her. And she knows, of course why he thinks he way he does. She doesn't exactly disagree with him, though. "But no, not all improvements are good."

[memyselfandtheotherguy]

“So why do we do it?” He turned to look at Bobbi again. “We strive to be like gods, but...” Bruce trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by his outburst. Rubbing his hands together, he gave her a sheepish look.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to scare you off on your first day,” he said. “We do a lot of good, interesting work here, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, despite the company.”

[ofafeather]

Bobbi laughed, and shook her head. "No, I don't mind. It's actually fun to think about." She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss conversations like this. They weren't exactly common in the halls of SHIELD HQ. "I have a feeling we'll get along swimmingly."

[memyselfandtheotherguy]

Smiling at her reply, Bruce accepted it with a simple nod. He really hoped she was right.

“I suppose we should get you started on something, though it might not be what you want to do, or what Tony wants, but since he didn’t tell us anything then he doesn’t get a vote,” the scientist replied, straightening his jacket. “Currently I’m attempting to design a new type of polymer that has the toughness of metal armour but that retains a certain amount of flexibility so as not to limit the movements of the wearer.”

He wasn’t sure how much to reveal about the application of this product, how they had two very human members of their super hero team that couldn’t be encumbered by heavy armour and still remain effective. It was probably best to make it sound more general; after all, it was something the military would be most interested in as well if such a material was at all possible. “You are welcome to help me with that for now until Tony gives you a better understanding of your purpose here.”