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The Lotus Eater's Meme

It was a long road, stretching out in both directions. No beginning to it and no end.

There was a slow lumbering step that was coming closer and closer...


It isn't that he's lost; to be lost you have to have any idea of anywhere to be. Bruce had no such direction - nowhere to go, nowhere to be, just this road.

In the silence, unbroken by even a breeze, the heavy tread was impossible to miss, drawing Bruce around to squint at the hulking figure approaching him on the road.


The green hulking profile was difficult to miss. Especially on such an empty road. He didn't slacken his pace, coming right towards Bruce. As if he had a mission and Bruce was not going to stand in his way.

His angry green eyes glaring at the puny human before him.


An angry green giant was impossible to mistake for anything but what it was, and in its face, Bruce saw enough of an echo of his own features to know that he was seeing nothing more or less than his Other Guy.

In the logic of dreams, he didn't ask how or why, he only accepted that this creature was the reason he had lost everything of value to him.

It was angry? He was its progenitor and he had anger to spare.

"Hey," he moved to intercept the Hulk, hurrying his pace to bring them together that much more quickly.


Hulk growls low at being addressed. He's not sure how he got here but he really doesn't care. He gets down to get eye to eye with Banner, recognizing him for who he is.

He really doesn't have to say anything, his expression already says what do YOU want?


Now that he had Hulk's attention up close and personal, he found himself examining his other half's features, fascinated by the familiar bump on his forehead and the thin line of a scar under his lip. It was like seeing himself in a funhouse mirror with a green scrim thrown over its surface.

"Hey," he said more softly. "It's probably time we met, don't you think?'


Hulk snorts in derision. And then actually speaks in a low gravely voice that doesn't resemble Bruce's at all. "Puny Banner..." Yes, he knows who you are.


"Yeah, that's me." Small and weak and quite aware that the Other Guy's got a few feet and half a ton on him. "But I'm the brains of this outfit, keeping us both out of cages like the one Fury made for us."


His temper flares with a snarl, remembering exactly what that cage looked like. Hulk didn't like cages. He was the strongest! Nobody was going to cage him. He puts one meaty green fist against his palm, "Hulk smash them!"


Funny, Bruce felt that same flare of anger remembering Fury's flying death trap. Caging him with the intent of cracking him open like a turtle dropped on the rocks by an eagle.

"You can't smash through everything. They planned for that."


"HULK SMASH EVERYTHING." Apparently he was pretty sure on this. Scuse the bad breath there.


He was more unimpressed by the thin saliva spray that went with that shout, wiping his face without taking his eyes off of the giant in front of him.

"You can't smash everything. They'll drop you in a hole so deep you can't smash your way out and I'll be stuck down there with you."


Someone should tell Hulk to say it, not spray it.

Hulk pulls a disgusted scowl. Stuck in a deep hole with Banner for the rest of his life? And nothing to smash on top of it. He doesn't like that scenario.


As though he'd listen.

Neither does Bruce, come to think of it. "Yeah, I'm not loving the idea either. That's why we need to work together."


Hulk doesn't much like that idea either. But it's slightly more tolerable than the first scenario. He sets his green knuckles on either side of Bruce to get face to face with him, scrutinizing the skinny scientist.

"...Banner don't like Hulk." It's an accusation. Not a question.


He doesn't want to antagonize, but neither does he want to lie. Standing here, face to face, feeling this extreme disparity in their sizes, he's reminded of being a child in the face of his father's rages.

"You're everything I never wanted to be."


Is that a flicker of hurt in Hulk's expression? It's replaced with rage and anger as he gives Bruce a shove. "Fine!" He doesn't much like you either.


He flies backward, landing and skidding on the road, and even if this is a dream, it hurts, knocking the breath out of him.

His flare of anger drives him up onto his feet. "This is what I mean! You don't like what you hear and you attack!"


"YOU TALK TOO MUCH!" Hulk yells back. Yelling he understood. Anger, he got that too. Simple, noncomplicated stuff. Banner was too soft, too fragile. He was lucky Hulk was there when it counted, he would have been dead many times over.


What Hulk didn't seem to get is that Bruce would have been okay with not being saved.

"You don't talk enough! You destroy and you hurt people who don't deserve it! You wonder why Fury put so much thought into killing us? You're why!"



Hulk disagreed.
He hurt people who deserved it. Namely those who shot and threw explosives in his direction.

And he would never hurt Betty. Not after that first incident.

Hulk dives at Bruce in a rage, starting a wrestling match. Though in the dreamscape, both of them are pretty evenly matched despite their size.


How many times has he wrestled with himself? Too many to count. Daily. Hourly But this is beyond all experience, wrestling with his anger given flesh. At first, he lets the anger have its rein and the Hulk has the better of him.

Isn't that always the way?

When that thought sparks in his mind, it cuts through the anger, leaving a swath of clarity and with the clarity comes strength.


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Bruce Banner - The Hulk

October 2016


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