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[incrediblebanner]

Although a transformation into the Hulk should essentially rebuild her body back to the way it was, actually transforming is still a physically and psychologically exhausting event. Not only does she not feel ready for dealing with that, but she's also going to need somewhere secluded, because she's not all that sure the Hulk is going to be willing to take directions on what it's okay to destroy and what isn't.

Unfortunately, that doesn't leave her with a whole lot of options if she wants to be mobile in the meantime. Tony takes one look at the wheelchair and informs her he's going to design something much better and stalks off, muttering about how he can streamline the design and make it easier to control and maybe throw in a smart interface for the hell of it. Which leaves her to stare at it, wondering if maybe she made the wrong choice, deciding to wait. She's still staring at it, feeling ridiculously resentful of it, when Steve comes back. "Hey."

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[incrediblebanner]

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms, looking a little bit amused. "Why? What do you think the kitchen's missing?"

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"It could use an island," he says thoughtfully, like he'd been thinking about it for a little while.

[incrediblebanner]

"I'm sure Tony would be happy to find someone to put that in."

Because they have the best landlord.

...thanks, notification for getting lost. Thank YOU for not killing me for just getting back.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"So we're going to have to pick out one we like," because they did have the best landlord. But Tony and Steve had very different ideas of style.

psht, it happens.

[incrediblebanner]

Bryce smiles at him crookedly - but she can't keep this up, light banter about remodeling and kitchens. It just feels... empty in a way that's hard to breathe around, and she drops her head into her hands and fights back the urge to apologize again.

It doesn't work very well.

"Sorry," she says, quietly. "I just... sorry."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He shook his head firmly and put his hand gently against the back of her head.

"Don't apologize. I just... I don't know what to do. And I'd do anything. None of this is your fault. None."

[incrediblebanner]

"I know," she says, even though a part of her wants to just hold onto the blame for this, because it's easier in some ways if she can tell herself she deserved whatever happened to her. It served her well enough for a long time, providing you discounted the crippling depression.

God, she's fucked up.

"Just don't leave. Please."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He shook his head firmly.

"Never."

He gave her a frail smile.

"I'm not going anywhere, Bryce."

[incrediblebanner]

Okay. She breathes in, out. In again. And raises her head to look at him properly. "Should probably figure out how to use this thing without running anyone over."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"Pretty sure the wheels aren't big enough," he said with a calm little smile, "though my feet are pretty tough, just in case."

[incrediblebanner]

"I wouldn't count on that lasting forever. Apparently Tony's reinventing the wheel about now."

Unless he's putting repulsors on a wheelchair. That would be overkill, but since when did Tony care about overdoing things?