Oh. Dean immediately got up, clearing his throat as he nervously shifted from foot to foot. Bowing his head in nod, he looked back up at the man, extending a hand for a shake.
“Sorry about that.” he apologized, “Dean Winchester. Was told to wait in here for Miss Hill.”
( at least the man winchester could recognize his place in a man’s lab. bruce shook his hand before delving into his own work. it’ was only when dean explained his motive for being there that bruce felt his lips curve up every so slightly at the edges. )
❝ Was the man who told you that balding and in a well-pressed suit? Maria Hill isn’t here, or even in the building, really She was called out to London on an 0-8-4. Seems like Coulson pulled a fast one on you and decided to pull me into the mix. ❞ ( bruce wasn’t sure why phil insisted on doing that. )
”If you don’t mind, Dr. Banner, I completely disagree.”
But she’ll stand, nonetheless this isn’t her home, after all.
( he’s actually impressed she stands back up. it doesn’t help that bruce surrounds himself with a crowd who will respond to the command of ’jump’ with ’make me’. )
❝ So, the agent who escorted you here told me you have some… mutations. Powers. How long have you been living with these abilities? ❞
❝Well ─ S E E I N G as no one has survived an exposure such as that, I imagine anyone who did would suffer immensely. Unless something within their DNA can withstand such a F O R C E.❞
❝ Hmmm. What if I told you, Doctor Xavier, that you were staring down most likely the very first gamma-trauma s p e c i m e n? I there was an accident, and, yes I’ve suffered. ❞
Dean glanced behind him at the voice, staring the man down before smirking. “Ri-ight.” he drawled, “Is it your desk? I mean, I don’t see your name on it.” He was just here to visit the very nice, very hot Maria Hill. Not this rude guy — who was he exactly? The desk-sitting police?
❝ I’d say that since my name is so conveniently etched into the glass on the front door you’re on my turf. ❞ ( it’s like he was getting more and more visitors every day who became exponentially more impolite with each one. )
❝ Nothing important, really. Just sorting out a few bits, how was the trip? ❞
❝ Hectic, humid, hellish. All I expected Laos to be. I’m back out to Beijing in less than eighteen hours; SHIELD’s got me running back and forth giving them good PR by playing doctor. ❞
“Well…to be quite honest, I don’t know where to start. I’m not here because I need something from you, more like this is a very happy turn of events. I’m Jamie. Pleasure to meet you. Is this a good time?”
❝ Happy? Are you sure you’re in the right place? The pleasure’s mine, Jamie. We can talk while I work. What’s brought you here? Or, interestingly enough, to me? ❞
