[ He isn't sure if it's weird, that they don't see each other a lot. Probably not. Whole continents existed between them with patterned frequency, back when continents was a thing, and so maybe that's why it's weird. They lead different lives -- Banner, frequenting the concrete and rocky halls of Zion, administering family medicine, and Stark, brain half in his simulations, away chasing signals, maybe saving the world, but the scale of this world is so much smaller.
Maybe it's weird because they both used to be so much bigger.
These are the thoughts Banner only barely acknowledges when he moves down the cramped corridors of the ship at a patient wander. He'd been taken on in medical capacity, as so often happens, but no one's suffered critical injury yet, so he finds himself in the control room. A look over Tony's prone, semi-conscious form, wired into simulation and strapped down, is flatly inscrutable, before he seeks out the operator, and gestures with his hands. ]
May I?
[ Tinny in Tony's ear, the next thing he hears is Bruce Banner's distinct voice; ]
/backhands away your prompts
Maybe it's weird because they both used to be so much bigger.
These are the thoughts Banner only barely acknowledges when he moves down the cramped corridors of the ship at a patient wander. He'd been taken on in medical capacity, as so often happens, but no one's suffered critical injury yet, so he finds himself in the control room. A look over Tony's prone, semi-conscious form, wired into simulation and strapped down, is flatly inscrutable, before he seeks out the operator, and gestures with his hands. ]
May I?
[ Tinny in Tony's ear, the next thing he hears is Bruce Banner's distinct voice; ]
Aren't you a little old for video games?