Just Like Me - for notmeanorgreen

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To: bbanscienceman@gmail.com
From: nemogreen@gmail.com

Got your note.

~B.

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He wasn't even sure he should be emailing this guy. It just didn't seem like Ross's style to leave him with an email address written on his hand. Besides, there were too many unanswered questions about this supposed Bruce Banner.

He only vaguely remembered what had happened leading up to the fight and then it was all a blank spot. But he's almost certain there was another....something. It's hard to pick apart what he saw for sure and what he thought he saw.

Bruce sits with his laptop in a dirty apartment somewhere the next town over. His laptop isn't exactly state of the art but it's outdated enough that it shouldn't raise any flags on the internet. He wasn't even going to use the previous code name he had used, Mr. Green. The General would certainly be looking out for that.

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He ducks his head sheepishly after letting him go, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah well...being shot at sometimes makes me sleepy, y'know." Yes, that was in fact a joke. Maybe the older Bruce was starting to rub off on him.

"Sorry about the pants." He'd sacrificed his wardrobe to save him. "I owe you one."

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"Yes,"Bruce chuckles ,"gunfire is the most soothing of sounds." Rubbing off is good. The less self hating the better. Right? Bruce looks down at his stretched ripped pants. "It's alright. I once woke up naked in a warehouse to an old man asking if I was an alien. I'm just glad my pants survived."

And in truth,he had been expecting it. Being hunted by Ross tends to bring things that are big and green out to play. "I guess we are in your universe right now."

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He could always use a boost to his self esteem. Even if it was technically coming from himself.

Bruce sighs. "I feel like I should apologize for that." He wouldn't mind switching universes if that was even possible. "I'd trade it for one without the army in it."

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Bruce waves the apology off. "Don't. It was out of your control." For the first time he takes a look around and is puzzled. There is no inkling in his mind of where they are. A huge field of grass? Are they in Kansas? Ooooh boy.

"Ah. Do you know where we are..,"he asks slowly. He figured the other Bruce's guess was as good as his.

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He shakes his head. "I wasn't exactly paying attention on the way." He feels bad that he's still got his clothes intact. But he also has his knapsack and there happens to be a spare shirt in there. It's from a thrift store and smells like it, but that's never put off Bruce before.

"Here," he says, handing it over.

Sorry for the delay! Life and all that

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Smiling gratefully,Bruce takes the shirt. The smell of mothballs and old people hit him hard ,but he gets over it pretty quickly. Beggars can't be choosers. He slips it on,turning back to Bruce. "Thank you."

He takes another look around. "We seem to be in the Mid-West. The Great Plains most likely. That is very far from where my flight home is supposed to be." Bruce chuckles. It's gonna be a long walk home. Maybe he can call Tony to pick him up or something.

no apologies <33333

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"You're welcome." He puts the knapsack back on his back, looking around. "You're probably right." That would have been his first guess anyway. He'd probably hitchhike from here.

"...you need a ride or have you got connections?" Bruce envied having connections.

Ahhh. Thank you for understanding! I hate being late!

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Bruce waves a hand to other,already picking a promising direction. An urging in the back of his mind tells him there should be a town that way. After all that big green urging is the one who found this place. "I have someone I can call in the next town over."

He turns, giving him a smile over his shoulder. "Thanks."

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He lifts a hand in a farewell gesture. He really didn't want to leave the other man, but life still had to go on. And who knew, maybe they would run into each other again sometime.

Bruce turns to go in the opposite direction, walking along the road...sticking out a thumb at any passing car.

what happens now..?

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:( I dunno

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DX. I don't either!

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/muppet arms flailing ahhhh

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