Sweet Talk -Natasha- Feb 6, 2013 23:33:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2013 23:33:07 GMT -5
From the consent of Nick Fury, Bruce was able to reside at the Helicarrier far away from the civilians. Banner spent most of his time in the laboratory, trying to find solutions for him to control the Hulk. The scientist finally faced the fact that the Hulk wasn't going away, and that a cure was hopeless. After three straight hours of mixing concoctions of different soluble solutions, Bruce sighed heavily and threw himself back into a chair. Taking off his glasses, Bruce wiped the sweat from his eyes. He knew he wasn't making any progress, but he needed to control the Hulk. If anyone were to manipulate the green monster, then a nuclear warhead would've been on the loose. Bruce couldn't bare the fact of taking innocent lives as the Hulk. He just wouldn't be able to live with it, because in the end he was still human.
The pale and stressed Doctor Banner poured himself a glass of brandy, and sipped thoroughly. 'The coulomb per kilogram is the SI unit of ionizing radiation exposure, and is the amount of radiation required to create 1 coulomb of charge of each polarity in 1 kilogram of matter' thought Bruce as he ran mental equations through his brain. Bruce's mind was like a calculator when it came to numbers, but he couldn't retrieve the exact equation he needed to enhance his formula he was producing. He downed the rest of his brandy, and poured himself another glass. Bruce stared at the churning purple liquid, which eventually turned a bright pink. His eyes widened, as he watched the formula's sudden change in color. "Another failure" spat Bruce as he slammed his head on his desk. Three long hours, were thrown down the drain and Bruce didn't have much time. Bruce continued to sip away at his Brandy, feeling the warm sensation from his throat down.
The stress levels continued to rise. Bruce had failed more times than he succeeded and it was getting to him. The pale man's face turned a sort of bright pink, because of the increase in his blood pressure. The thought of Bruce losing Betty, mixed with his recent failures all spun together. Bruce gritted his teeth out of pure anger, making him stand up swiftly. Bruce snatched a golf club, and swung away at his lab set. Glass shattered everywhere, along with the chemicals were concocted. Bruce's heart rate watch started going haywire, making him stop and breathe deeply and calmly. He closed his eyes and started thinking of the good times with Betty. This thought always seemed to calm him down, when the bad times always came around. Footsteps were heard, drawing nearer and nearer. Bruce looked over at the doorway, keeping the golf club at hand. Bruce thought he was the only one present in the Helicarrier, so Bruce prepared himself. "Who's there?!" yelled Banner squeezing the golf club tightly as the footsteps drew near.