The Science of Monsters
Chapter Four: Is it My Day to Hear Voices?
Bruce stepped beneath the water, ignoring the greeting at first until a shadow appeared in front of his make shift shower curtain. He sighed as he scrubbed his greasy skin harder waiting for him to talk again.
“You didn’t think you would get away from us that easily, did you, Dr. Banner?” Bruce didn’t have to see his face to know that there was a cocky, little crooked grin spread across the man’s features.
“I was expecting it to take you a little longer,” Bruce answered before rinsing his skin and scrubbing again.
“Nope, I actually overheard your phone conversation,” he chuckled. “You could’ve waited until it was clear.”
Bruce massaged shampoo through his curls as he shook his head, “you’re lucky I just made a phone call. You had me cornered; imagine what would’ve happened if I would have been upset.” His lips turned up as silence filled the room for a moment. He finished rinsing the soap and shampoo from his body before throwing open the curtain. “You wanna hand me that towel over there, Coulson?”
The balding man of average height turned towards the table where Bruce left his towel. His dark suit nearly faded into the shadows of the warehouse, but his pale skin and white shirt kept him visible. “Why are you here, Banner?”
“I’m taking a shower, Coulson. Why are you here?” He dried the water off his upper body and hair before wrapping the cloth around his hips. He stared into the SHIELD agent’s dark eyes brimming with curiosity.
“I’m here to bring you in, Banner. SHIELD has a mission for you.”
“Can’t you guys leave me alone? I mean, I don’t want to be a one man army!”
“Slow down, big guy,” Coulson smirked. “No one else realizes you’re here. I’ll give you a week or two before I alert anyone.”
“And why are you doing that for me?”
He chuckles, “I want to see how long it’ll take the lower level idiots to find you.”
“Don’t let those extra levels dying in New York earned you go to your head.” Bruce glared, stepping around Coulson to get closer to his clothes.
Coulson leaned against the wall facing away from Bruce while he buttoned his grey shirt and slipped on his shorts. He pulled a beaker from the cabinet and filled it with water. “Are you going to tell me anything else, or are you just standing there hoping I’ll get naked again?”
A gasping laugh escaped the agent’s lips as a slight blush took over his face, “You are really starting to sound like Stark. It doesn’t suit you at all, Doctor.”
“When you start stalking me, and only announcing your presence when I’m getting in the shower, I get a little bit defensive.” Bruce smirked. “Is there anything else you want?”
“The Mandarin that’s attacking random places in the world, if he attacks anything closer to home we’ll have to send the Avengers in. Are you okay with that?” Coulson raises his brow taking a small step towards him.
“No, I’m not, but I’ll do what I have to.”
“I’ll show myself out then.” Bruce watched Coulson’s shoulders slump slightly as he opened the door.
“You guys should just call Tony…He’s probably itching for a shot at the guy.” Bruce called before slamming and locking the door. He would have to wait for his peace of mind, but for the moment, sleep would have to suffice.
Bruce crashed on the mattress that lay in the middle of the floor. He really needed to work on the place to make it homier, and it would be in good time, if Coulson kept to his promise. “I’m going to have to move again,” he sighed aloud.
“Shall I inform Mr. Stark for you,” the computer generated voice stated. Bruce scanned the room.
“Um…” he trailed off wondering exactly what was happening now. “Is it just my day to hear voices?”
“If you are hearing voices, sir, perhaps you should see a therapist?”
“Jarvis?” Bruce questioned as he stared at the ceiling.
“Yes, Dr. Banner?”
“It’s Bruce! My name is just Bruce.” He rolled his eyes.
“Could you please walk around the room as you speak, Bruce? I need to correctly configured the radius so I can properly hear you if you need anything.”
He sighed as he made his way off the bed and walked back towards the shower, “yeah, can you inform Tony that his favorite secret agent was here.”
“The one and only,” Bruce walked to the kitchen area. “I really hate that guy.”
“Yes, he is a troublesome person,” Jarvis almost had a smile in his voice, but the machine tone sort of fell short.
Bruce walked towards Tony’s stock pile of Iron Man suits while saying, “I mean, you help a guy out once or twice, and then he stalks you to the end of the Earth. Who does that?”
“Ms. Potts seems to enjoy his conversations,” Jarvis stated as Bruce walked back to the make shift bed.
“She would. His snarky attitude reminds me of Tony, except he isn’t a stalker like Coulson.”
“Configuration complete; I am now setting up the perimeter cameras that Mr. Stark has installed.”
“I stand corrected,” Bruce laughed.
“Mr. Stark will be arriving around 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. He wishes to check in on you once more before he lets you get settled in.”
“Tell him to bring something good for breakfast.”
“I will inform him of your suggestion, sir. Is there anything else you need from me today?”
“Yeah, can you alert me if anyone breeches your perimeter cameras?”
“Yes, Dr. Banner.”
“Jarvis, save my name as Bruce right now, and then be sure to alert me if anyone comes close to this place.”
“Sorry, yes, Bruce.”
“Thank you. Can I get some sleep now?”
“Good night, sir.”