"That too," Bruce agrees, following her closely and looking around nervously. He doesn't like close spaces, especially close spaces filled with lots of people. "Are we almost there?"


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"Yes, you did," Bruce sighs. He follows her, still looking about, though avoiding eye contact and trying not to appear too apparent.

"This is New York," Banner agreed. "Large cities tend to be fairly dangerous. This many people, all with their own problems, agendas, temperaments. It's...chaotic. You never know what might happen."

Bruce gave a tight smile, shaking his head.

"You convince me and I'll tell you. Don't worry. It's not an immediate concern," he tried to reassure her, though he wasn't entirely convinced himself. His control wasn't perfect and the city provided too many reasons for stress.

Bruce gives the librarian a timid smile and follows Blythe, nodding at her declaration.

"All right. Show me what they've said."

Bruce nods, not surprised. He studies the information, scrolling and flipping between articles. He frowns, more and more. He notes that ROMAC tries hard to come across as fair and benevolent, a force of good for both natives and rifties, but Bruce isn't convinced. He shakes his head. No doubt most people in the organization would think they were doing the right thing, helping those who needed it. He sighs. He can't let this continue.

"All right. I want the other proofs we discussed, but...this is enough for now."

"I will, but first I need to tell you a bit about myself. I...have a condition that makes it extremely dangerous for me to get angry, afraid, or in any way stressed out. These things trigger a transformation, both mental and physical. I become a very dangerous creature, who is very difficult to control or defeat."

Bruce sighs.

"It's not easy. My only real defense is to remain calm. I do breathing exercises, limit the stimulants I consume, and meditate. I've learned to not let little things bother me...and I pretty much have to write off anything that doesn't get me or someone else seriously hurt as little."

Bruce sighs, shrugging.

"I can't promise you that. These days, it takes a lot to trigger an involuntary incident. Saying something I don't like won't do it. Hitting me in the face once won't do it, either. Repeatedly hitting me, trying to provoke me? That probably will, depending on the circumstances. If ROMAC attacked the base and people were being hurt? I'd almost definitely become the Other Guy. Stubbing my toe wouldn't do it, but breaking a bone or a serious cut, one requiring stitches, would. It all just depends on the situation and how much space and time I have to calm myself down."

"No, not most of them. In fact, I should hope being beaten or mugged would be less likely," Bruce agreed, with wry humor. "I am concerned about attacks on the base, however."

"Yeah, but you do have defenses, so you admit the possibility of attack exists," Bruce tells her, somberly. "If we're attacked, there's not much chance of keeping the Hulk back. You have to decide, if you want to risk that."

Bruce shifts, nodding.

"And, someone will, eventually. That's always been the problem. I'm willing to come to the base, if you're willing to have me there."

Bruce chuckles, a bit ruefully.

"I guess we'll risk it, then."