Bruce Laughed. "Trust Me, The Effects Of Gamma Radiationthemselves Were Truly Eye-opening." Bruce Took

Bruce laughed. "Trust me, the effects of gamma radiation themselves were truly eye-opening." Bruce took the seat beside Charles, setting them at eye-level. "I wish we could discuss more, but I am, unfortunately, here for a reason."

"Hello, Professor, it’s a genuine pleasure to meet you,” Bruce said emphatically, sticking his hand out for Charles to shake. “I’m Dr. Bruce Banner, and, I have to say, I’ve read some of your research, and I think your findings on mutations are remarkable, truly.”

"Okay," Bruce said, breathing out in relief. He looked back into the house. "Listen, Tony's almost here. I'm going to finish up here and leave with him, and I'll be with you before you know it." Bruce paused, rubbing a hand over his face. "Andie, I..." Bruce trailed off, unsure of what he exactly wanted to say. He shook his head, changing his mind. "I'll be there soon."

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?

Bruce shifted. "He's taken Iron Man. And he's, uhm..." Bruce looked out the window before finally making eye contact with Charles. "He's asking for you."

He looked over his shoulder, making sure no students were present, before he leaned forward in his seat. "We've got a bit of a problem in Manhattan." Bruce cleared his throat nervously, looking down at his hands. "It's, uhm, Magneto. Again."

Bruce laughed nervously. "Wow, you guys have this under control. You don't even need me here." He smiled at Andie as best as he could. His heightened heartbeat brought the Other Guy closer to the surface, but he forced him away before he could even glimpse what was going on. "Let me know what I can do, and I'll do it for you."

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?

"I missed you, too," Bruce said, leaning into her touch. He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Andie's stomach. "Do we know what it is? Boy or girl?"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?