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Clea	The basement of Avenger's Mansion holds a whole lot of interesting and diverse places. Clea had been over in the training area and testing out some of the lengths to the security, but she'd not hurt anything. Once she was done with that she'd showered, changed and procured two drinks. Because she had another mission this evening. She made her way silently over to the labs, peeking through the door to see if Bruce was in. She's just floating a few inches above the ground as those violet-blue eyes of her flick from place to place. Once she has a visual on Bruce she knocks on the door and waves one of the drinks, "Mind some company?" she calls. She was definitely an odd duck.
Bruce Banner	Indeed, Bruce was in. He was peering at yet another sample of gamma irradiated blood, trying to determine if there were any new courses of treatment to consider. He did the same thing every once in a while, figuring maybe something else may spark an idea. Anything, really. But staring at it does not change anything. He looks up as he hears the knock, and smiles at Clea as she floats in offering a drink. Definitely a sign that she has not been in Avengers HQ long enough. No one runs the risk of letting Bruce Banner drink. "No, of course not, please." He turns off the electron microscope and waves a hand to beckon her inside. "Sorry, I don't have much in the way of..." He glances at a stool and moves over, picking up the lab coat that had been thrown over it and in turn throws it over something else. "Sorry. Not used to visitors?"
Clea	"I wasn't sure if things to eat and drink were allowed in here, Doctor." Clea announces with a smile as she offers the cup over. "Also, I wasn't sure what your preferred drink was, so I hoped that this was alright. It's just 'Irish Coffee' from what they told me." she explains. Nope, she'd not gotten the memo about alcohol and Bruce. She gives a look around and then back to him. "I've not been in here before. It seems very...stoic." she admits. There is a soft smile when he moves aside his lab coat for her to sit down, "You don't have to apologize, Bruce." she tells him. "I was training and decided to see if you were over here. Figured you could use a small break." she offers.
Bruce Banner	"Oh, we allow giant rage monsters and android people, so food and drink are quite alright." Bruce manages a chuckle as he accepts the drink and then peers down at it. "Ah, yeah. So, I am kind of on a restrictive diet. Coffee makes my heart race, which isn't good, and alcohol makes my inhibitions drop, also not good." He smiles warmly at her. "But it is the thought that counts." He looks around for a moment and shrugs. "Not nearly enough purple, huh? Well, better that than green, right?" He nods in agreement to her. "Yeah, well. I appreciate that. I am , and I suppose I could always do for a small break." He pauses. "Better small breaks than massive breaks for the other guy."
Clea	"And sovereigns from other dimensions, so I guess I should have just figured." Clea chuckles to that. Then there is a bit of a moment where her face falls, "Oh...I didn't know that." she frowns at that. Then she gives a smile, "Well, I'll drink that one. What is your favorite drink?" she asks him in a quiet tone. "I like a nice dark green, but yes...purple is my favorite color." she admits. She settles the containers aside and focus' on things. "Massive breaks are no good." she agrees with that. "Hope you don't mind me stopping in though." she grins to that. "Do you ever go out?" she asks him as she moves her fingers in a deft way.
Bruce Banner	"We do take all types here, yes," replies Bruce with a grin. He does not seem upset at the drink mishap. "It's fine, really. People forget that all the time, and then, you know _one time_ you have a drunk Hulk, and it's all, "Bruce, you should know better,". He does not do a very good Steve Rogers impression, but it's clear who he is trying to imitate. He hands the drink back to Clea. "Just lemonade is fine, thank you." "Complimentary colors," he says, of green and purple. "If you can imagine it, during my early days, when I was less controlled, the Hulk ran around in purple pants because those were the uniforms we had on the base to set us apart from standard munitions. So he was a perfect contrast." "Why would I mind? You're a charming and delightful conversationalist, and even if you weren't, you are _far_ better than talking to myself." He chuckles. "Less punchier, too." His gaze drifts to her fingers and then back to her. "Not often. Risky for me to do that."
Clea	Clea focuses on making the drink. While the glass appears with ice cold lemonade out of thin air, it is definitely a real thing. "Here you go." she grins at that as she hands it over. "You can drink it. Won't turn you into a frog or anything else like that." she muses to that. "Drunk Hulk sounds like a hand full." she admits to that. She sips her coffee though as she listens to him. "They are." she agrees. "Purple for the Avengers sounds a bit odd, but understandable." she admits. "Do you wear the uniforms they have now or does Hulk still run around in purple sometimes?" she asks him. "I talk to myself a lot when I paint." she tells him. "And I'm pretty punchy if need be." she muses to that. She gives a bit of a smile, "Well, I was thinking of making an escape when it gets warmer. Probably not overly crowded. But if you wanted to go as well." she offers to him.
Bruce Banner	"Neat trick!" Bruce says he takes the drink, and he samples it for a moment. "Next time, can you make it a million bucks?" He grins a bit, pausing to look at the drunk when she mentions the frog. "Big frog," he says quietly. No, she does not want to see drunk Hulk. No one does. He shakes his head. "That was before I was an Avenger. We were on a military base, weapon design, explosion, boom, I become the Hulk, and I have the purple pants." He thinks on her question for a moment. "I, uh, don't think I really count as an official Avenger, so I don't have a uniform." He waves a hand up and down to indicate his lab coat, khakis, and white checkered pattern shirt. "Unless you call this a uniform." He chuckles. "I am not sure what clothes the Hulk wears these days. He has not come out in a while. Probably pissed being stuck in there this long." "I should take up a hobby, like painting, but I'm not sure I'd be very good at first, and frustration and me don't get along." An escape. He looks at her with a rueful smile. "That sounds fun. But I think it would still be too dangerous for me." He looks at the floating mage for a moment, considering quietly. "Tempting offer, though it may be."
Clea	"Thank you." Clea tells him with a soft chuckle. "Big big frog. With no adorable little feet." she tells him. She listens as he explains where he was. She wasn't aware of that bit of his past, "Ah, that makes more sense." she whispers to him. "Oh, I thought you were on the roster. I know I was just basically an Ally before I signed on for things a bit more full time." she admits. "Doctors can have uniforms." she winks at him. "Well, if he gets out I can try to judge his fashion sense, though I feel like he'd not like that. Nor would I be that rude." she points out. "Almost everything can be frustrating, especially when it comes to creating things." she points out. "I'd suggest hot yoga, but I'm guessing that'll spike your heart rate and that wouldn't work." she ponders as she taps her chin. "If you change your mind just let me know. You can just knock or text me." she tells him.
Bruce Banner	"Nothing adorable or little about him," remarks Bruce with a bit of a smirk. He shakes his head about the roster. "I suppose technically I am, but they do not really treat me like the rest of the heroes. Nor should they." He shrugs. "But if something needs smashing, they'll call for the green guy. Sometimes, it just doesn't matter how much collateral damage there is, if the threat is bad enough." Loki's invasion was a prime example. "Oh, trust me, I don't think he'd care about his fashion sense. Honestly, I think if it wasn't for the fact that they stay on thanks to Reed's unstable molecules when I shift, I am pretty sure he wouldn't wear pants." He chuckles. "And you don't want _that_ out and visible to anyone, _trust me_." "Hot yoga?" Bruce thinks on this. "I have done regular yoga. It helps a lot, actually, with keeping the Hulk at bay. Is hot yoga because the temperature in the room is elevated, or because they all look like you?" He flashes a bit of a grin. He does not get much practice with this.
Clea	"I'm sure he's a small mountain and frogs aren't." Clea nods to this. "Or well, there are large frogs, they just aren't native to America." she states. "Well, can I treat you like a member of the team? If you are going out there and risking your life, limb and possibly the Hulk huuring things then I'd say you need to be treated like the others." she nods to that. There's is a bright blush that comes to her cheeks when he talks on no pants Hulk, "Yeah, that might be something that no one in the world is ready to see." she tells him. "Nor would it be good for publicity." she shakes her head. There is a laugh and she smiles brightly at him, "I am sometimes wreathed in flames, so I guess I am considered hot sometimes." she states. "But no, it's just because the temperature is elevated." she nods. "Just trying to find things you can get out...or mostly out and do." she explains.
Bruce Banner	"You can treat me however you'd like, Clea," replies Bruce with a smile. "You are already treating me better than most, so keep on doing that." He sighs and takes a sip from his lemonade. "Sure, they are all polite enough. But I know some of them just look at me as a ticking bomb inside their house, and that's not necessarily good." "Oh, I think there are _some_ folks who would consider it good, but...not me." He shivers a bit. Flaming Hot Clea. Now there is a visual. "Uh, not exactly what I..." He decides not to finish that. If she is an ancient sorcerer from another world and doesn't get that, farbeit for him to clarify. He does consider the hot yoga for a moment. "I mean. I probably could do that, but I'd be worried about being with others in a class. I really need to take my being with people in small doses."
Clea	Clea gives a look to him and there's a smile, "I'll continue with treating you the way I have been, then." she tells him. When he talks of being a ticking time bomb there is knowing look, "From the other ticking time bomb in the house, if you think that there's anything I can do to help, please just ask." she offers to him. "Oh I know what you meant, Bruce." she tells him. "Or well...I think I did. Sometimes all the years and things get crossed." she chuckles to that. "Well, maybe not a whole class. Could book a private session or self-guided." she tells him. "If I'm being all pushy or too familiar, just tell me to take a step back. I can do that." she smiles to that.
Bruce Banner	That earns a rueful laugh and a shake of his head. "I think you are a very different kind of bomb, Clea. I don't think they are near as worried about you as they are about me." Bruce considers some of what she said the last time they spoke, and perhaps they _should_ be more worried about her than the Hulk, but...the monster you know versus the monster you don't. He laughs. "I was trying to pay you a compliment," he clarifies, and then he sighs. "Sometimes my peopling skills erode a bit with all the time I spend in the lab or..." As a giant rage monster. "I could do a private lesson, if there wasn't a threat." He sees her smile, and he returns one of his own. "No, please don't. I enjoy your company. You are one of the few people here who doesn't barely manage to conceal your fear or pity of me." He shrugs. "It's nice to be able to talk to someone who is authentic and genuine."
Clea	"I am." Clea seems saddened at that, but she doesn't go on with that. They were both bombs. Maybe it is why Clea liked talking to him. "They probably aren't, but there will probably come a time when I slip up and well..." she sighs. "I'll continue to stay around and keep a low profile until it happens." she tells him. "Well thank you for that." she grins at him. "Your peopling skills are fine. I'm about one thousand years old and sometimes I don't have all the lingo and things in my brain." she admits to that. "How about we do a class together? Little threat and we can talk more." she offers. There is a look to him, "I'm not afraid of you, Bruce. I have faced a lot in my life. That might change down the line, but we'll worry about that then." she states. "Well, if you ever need to lean on someone you let me know. I'm happy to have someone to talk to." she smiles to him.
Bruce Banner	"Well, if there is anything that I can do to help _your_ situation, feel free to let me know. Even if mine is hopeless, doesn't mean I can't keep trying for other's solutions." Bruce looks at her for a moment, studying the detail of her face. "That's fine, I don't know what the kids today are using either. One thousand or one hundred, kids today will still spin past you." A class together. He finds himself nodding slowly. "I'd like that. Just the two of us and whatever instruction we'd need. That'd be safe-ish." He nods. "I appreciate that you aren't afraid, but that's because you don't know me well enough. Know the Hulk." He shrugs. "But I appreciate the offer nonetheless."
Clea	"I think I just enjoy having someone to talk to, Bruce. So thank you for that." she tells him. "It's not hopeless. I don't think anything is truly hopeless." she points out in a gentle way to him. "And my troubles are...very much on a level that is something I don't want to drag anyone into." she admits. "Not even the Avengers." she adds. There's a soft smile, "I'll get things arranged and let you know when we can do that then." she nods to that. "I'm actually looking forward to it." she tells him. "Well, I'm trying to get to know you now." she lifts her chin at that. Then there is a little chime that comes from her phone and she reads the message on it without moving it. She gets up from the seat, "Sadly I need to go take care of this. Thank you for talking to me, Bruce. I'll get stuff set up for us." she grins as she picks up her cups. "Going to go finish these as well." she grins as she turns to wander out of the room. "Knock on the wall if you need me." she winks at him over her shoulder.