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[ Bruce doesn't laugh at the irony of the situation, Natasha handing him a towel and looking like this is too familiar to her. But it's not the act of handing him a towel that gets to Bruce, it's her words and the fact that she's too comfortable in this that has him raising an eyebrow, looking at her with surprise. ]

Ms. Romanoff. [ He nods in acceptance, taking the towel and wrapping it around him. There's still the blue stuff everywhere but it doesn't change the fact that he'd rather look at least the slightest bit clothed around people, particularly those he's 'worked' alongside of.

There's the faint tinge of embarrassment, of feeling too exposed in this situation, that he can't help but prod her for information. ] You don't seem all that surprised by uh... this. [ He gestures around at the chamber. ]

[ she's wrapped in a towel herself, having grabbed two from where they'd been dispensed when she noticed bruce coming out of the pods. she hadn't taken the time to shower yet; based on the line wrapping around the lockers it could be a while before she gets the opportunity to get underneath the water and bruce having re-arrived has been prioritized as slightly more important than being clean, if only to make sure he's handling it without the danger of another incident.

(it's just protocol. she knows he is. she's seen it before.) ]

I've been around a while. [ although technically, she just got back herself. ] A routine starts to develop after the first couple of jumps.

[ He takes her words in stride, the fact that she was here before unsettles him more than the change in scenery, and Bruce's next steps become uncertain, confused almost in a way that makes him second guess what he ought to be doing. Running a hand through his hair, he winces at the brush of junk, wringing his hands to try and get rid of it. ]

Guess I can skip that question. [ how long does it take to get over that feeling of grossness, that he's ill and his body has every intention of reacting against him and all the other questions that most guys don't need to deal with. Guys that don't have the hulk inside of them. Bruce smiles uncertainly, looking around. ]

So this is all... kinda like Star Trek or something. [ Or just as bad. ] Definitely not SHIELD's by the look of it? [ He's guessing, but it's not a random one either; there's no familiar brands, no Nick Fury shouting orders or guards at the door. ]

[ it's not really ever something you get used to; or at least it's not something that starts to ebb away with time and experience, but after some of both of those you at least know what to expect. the disorientation and nausea and headache always stick around for at least a few hours afterwards, and you find your own ways of coping with them until they fade away. ]

No. This is...something we're still figuring out. [ bits and pieces come through every once in a while, but they still don't have enough to assemble the whole puzzle yet. ] Tony's here, too, along with Ms. Potts.

[ she doesn't bring up tony's eye; that's not for her to tell. ]

[ He sighs in resignation, moving away from the grav couches. Bruce can hold his own in terms of unfamiliar situations, but it's not him he's concerned about; it's the change in pace that'll come with any unexpected stress, any elements of surprise beyond the ordinary. ]

I can't wait to find that out. [ It doesn't help that waking up in a new found location, one he can't remember tends to bring out the bitterness in Bruce, particularly when he's forced to deal with a situation that affects his self control. But he curbs his tone, biting down on his lower lip and takes the next few words into consideration.

Natasha, Tony, even his assistant were all there, and that was something he couldn't quite get over. ] Just the three of you? [ He raises an eyebrow, meeting her eyes fixedly. ] Everyone's just settling in and trying to get by, I take it?

For now. [ clint's been here, too, along with steve and bruce himself, but that's a lot to drop on him immediately after coming out of the pods. she tries to ease him into it gently; one toe at a time as opposed to cannonballing. ] Some others have come and gone, and come back.

[ the way her eyes land on his and stay there should be a enough of a clue for him to pick up on, she's hoping. ]

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