First Person: (FP inner monologue from the movie.)
He doesn't understand. How could he? Tony has no idea of just what he's playing with as he attempts to rile me up enough to bring out the Other Guy. Of course he doesn't know. He's never had to suffer the effects from it, he's never faced the destruction that can come from it.
I just have to remain calm, let it pass over me. No, Big Guy, this isn't for you. I won't let you out, not here, not to hurt these people. Stark is just an asshole with an ego problem.
If he keeps pushing, he may be an ego without a body anymore. I just don't know how long until it happens.
Third Person:
It had been roughly five months since everything had taken place, since Fury came storming into his life with a demand of his mind and body to help save the Earth again. Well, sent someone to storm into his life. Five months since they had stopped a madman and set things right again, and New York had started to repair from the terrible damage that had been wrought to it.
He could see those repairs if he lifted his gaze and looked out the window, but right now the book in his hand was far more interesting. Tony never failed to keep an intriguing selection on hand, and since Bruce had yet to see the man stop long enough to read, he could only assume they were both for show and now to entertain his live-in guest. Not that Bruce was complaining. Tony knew his tastes well enough to chose things he would have chosen for himself, and the things he would not have he still found himself reading cover to cover intently.
With a pair of loose pants and a half buttoned shirt, tucked into the beautiful top story lounge of the Stark Tower, Bruce was refusing to go straight to the lab and instead was enjoying his cup of tea with a good book. He had five months to learn to ignore Tony's roll of the eyes while the other man went straight to work. He was convinced Tony would just suffer a heart attack one day. Personally, he had enough to worry about without adding a morning cup of tea on top of it. It wasn't as if he hadn't spent until three in the morning in the lab, anyway, and it would happen again tonight.
[Part 2]
He doesn't understand. How could he? Tony has no idea of just what he's playing with as he attempts to rile me up enough to bring out the Other Guy. Of course he doesn't know. He's never had to suffer the effects from it, he's never faced the destruction that can come from it.
I just have to remain calm, let it pass over me. No, Big Guy, this isn't for you. I won't let you out, not here, not to hurt these people. Stark is just an asshole with an ego problem.
If he keeps pushing, he may be an ego without a body anymore. I just don't know how long until it happens.
Third Person:
It had been roughly five months since everything had taken place, since Fury came storming into his life with a demand of his mind and body to help save the Earth again. Well, sent someone to storm into his life. Five months since they had stopped a madman and set things right again, and New York had started to repair from the terrible damage that had been wrought to it.
He could see those repairs if he lifted his gaze and looked out the window, but right now the book in his hand was far more interesting. Tony never failed to keep an intriguing selection on hand, and since Bruce had yet to see the man stop long enough to read, he could only assume they were both for show and now to entertain his live-in guest. Not that Bruce was complaining. Tony knew his tastes well enough to chose things he would have chosen for himself, and the things he would not have he still found himself reading cover to cover intently.
With a pair of loose pants and a half buttoned shirt, tucked into the beautiful top story lounge of the Stark Tower, Bruce was refusing to go straight to the lab and instead was enjoying his cup of tea with a good book. He had five months to learn to ignore Tony's roll of the eyes while the other man went straight to work. He was convinced Tony would just suffer a heart attack one day. Personally, he had enough to worry about without adding a morning cup of tea on top of it. It wasn't as if he hadn't spent until three in the morning in the lab, anyway, and it would happen again tonight.