Betty Ross' husband. Forever.
Studying to get a doctorate in nuclear physics and I carry a lot of stress balls. I keep myself to myself for good reasons.
I have a "special" alter-ego which only appears when I get angry, so just a warning. Please try not to irritate me, it won't work out well for anyone.
Last incident: May 13th 2013
Somebody That I Used To Know || Bretty
Everything was spinning. As she came down from the rush of the fight, Betty stumbled, but managed to catch herself before lading on the ground. She held her head, closing her eyes. What was going on? She looked around, and she recognized where she was standing. Wait, did she? Or had she dreamt it? Or maybe, maybe she was still sleeping, and this was a dream. She couldn’t tell, she felt like she was still sleeping. The last thing she remembered was the faint sound of her father’s voice, shouting something. And next, she was here. Standing on a hunk of metal in the sky, in the middle of a destroyed courtyard, dressed in a black bodysuit, which stretched in accordance with her body. Everything was familiar, but at the same time it wasn’t. It was as if she had been inserted into a life that wasn’t her own, into a life where she didn’t belong. She felt like a fish that had been thrown out of the water, except this fish was able to breathe, and didn’t know how. Her head was a mess.
Then, she heard a voice. And like every little thing she had experienced since reverting into her human form, she recognized it. It was a familiar voice, a voice that made her heart skip a beat. But why? She looked at the man who spoke, and her eyes met his. Blue met brown once more, and she felt something, like a jolt of electricity. Something in her mind clicked, but only for a second, because just like that, she forgot. He ran towards her, and she was paralyzed. She couldn’t react. How was she supposed to react to it? A part of her wanted to return the embrace, but another part of her, the biggest part, didn’t know why he was holding her. She wasn’t the Betty he sought. Or at least, she thought so. Maybe she was that Betty once, but not anymore. She didn’t know who she was.
Confused, she fought him off. She couldn’t take it, it was too overwhelming. Everything was. ”No…” she said, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. ”Stop it,” she said a little bit louder. She pushed him away, huffing slightly. It was too much. The thoughts, feelings, sensations. She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t know who she was. She looked around one last time, and it was like taking one last breath before diving into the ocean. Her head was rushing, she didn’t know what to think, or say, or do. And her body, responding to her confusion, shut down. Her eyelids slid over her eyes as she fainted, her small body falling to the ground.
Bruce was half way through laughing and crying when he felt Betty struggle under his embrace. Am I holding her too tight? “Oh god Betty I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…” He stopped talking when he realised she was pushing him away. Am I scaring her? She was frightened. “Betty…it-it’s me.” Bruce said softly, trying to reassure his wife that everything was okay. But not everything. He tried ignoring the burningly obvious question right in front of him, the busted pipes and broken buildings that lay around them, they were both responsible. That doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.
Bruce’s concern grew as he saw Betty swaying slightly on the spot and her expression was distant. “Betty?” Bruce’s reflexes kicked in as he reached forward and caught her falling body. “Oh my god. Betty! Please be okay, please be okay.” He knelt down and carefully positioned her body so the back of her head was resting on his arm. Bruce looked her up and down and didn’t see anything wrong physically, she was all there. He took a quick moment just to look at her, he smiled as he stroked Betty’s hair back so he could have a better look at her face. “You’re real, aren’t you? You have to be. You have to be.” He whispered. Bruce forced himself to look away so he could quickly think of a plan before anyone official showed up. I‘ll take her to my room, that way the school won’t find out about her for a little while longer. She’ll be safe. Bruce slowly grasped Betty in his arms and started to walk back to his room.
Somebody That I Used To Know || Bretty
She-hulk heard the wind blowing through her thick black hair as she threw across the couryard and crashed against a wall. The walls cracked around her, leaving a She-hulk-shaped hole in it. She was oblivious to the screams of those who were once her fellow students, and she honestly didn’t care. In her eyes, there was only one, Hulk. The others didn’t matter at all. She crashed against yet another building; he had thrown her around once more before she had even gotten the chance to straighten herself up. She was not pleased. She just wanted to prove that she was strong, and he still bested her. But she wouldn’t leave it at that. A growl emerged from the depths of her throat, and she charged towards the Hulk.
It is uncertain just for how long they fought, but it was safe to say SHIELD would have to spend a lot of repairs. It seemed as if they had to do it a lot, there were and awful lot of battles on the Sky High grounds. But this one had been fought between two hulks, and that was something Sky High had never seen. And not only was it intense, but it was long. Long enough for both of them to tire out. Standing next to the uprooted three, the Red She-hulk breathed heavily. And slowly, like a party balloon slowly deflating, started getting smaller. Her arms thinned, as did her legs. Her skin began to pale, and her eyes returned to their once blue/green tone, the yellow glow fading away. The reed streaks in her hair disappeared, and her mane had once more that mermaid-y look she was known for. And in an unexpected turn of events, there she stood. Betty Banner-Ross, back from the dead.
The last move Hulk made before being thrown a good distance from the fight involved using his famous smashing move, which of course would piss anyone off, which resulted in the Hulk being thrown over a large dormitory and having Bruce finally claw his way back in. Hulk had finally had enough and soon after defeat, Bruce was laying in a crater shaped hole, barely draped with the remains of his clothes. He first acknowledged the slight burning sensation in his eyes as he strained to sit up and open them. He was breathing heavily, his chest aching terribly and at each breath, pain struck through his body. He crawled on all fours until he reached a solid wall where he leaned against it to support himself. Looking around at the devastation he had helped create was painful, he prayed nobody had gotten hurt. Bruce started shivering and as he looked down to realise he was naked, he immediately froze with embarrassment. Fuck. He covered himself with his legs as best he could and tried to work out a plan to get safely back to his dorm. Crap crap, okay I think i’ll be able to go around the back. I just hope the photography kids will miss me this time. A few seconds later something soft landed a few metres away from Bruce, he looked up to see a young looking student from the 4th floor leaning out of a window and giving a thumbs up. When Bruce looked down to see what was left for him, he smiled when he saw a pair of brown slacks.
Not long after clothing himself, he waved thanks back to the unknown student and began hobbling around the side of the building, wanted nothing more than to have a long hot bath. As he reached the corner he noticed in the distance a lean female, barely managing to keep herself upright. Change of plan, I need to know who this is. Bruce took off in a determined stride, nearing the mysterious woman every second. “Hey you. Are you gonna tell me what the hell this was all-” Bruce stopped dead in his tracks. The woman had made eye contact with him, and his heart dropped. It…can’t be. Those beautiful eyes that he would lose himself in everyday, there was no mistaking them. It was Betty. His Betty. He didn’t care how she was here, why, how on Earth she had these abilities, she was living and breathin again and that was all that would ever matter. “Oh my god…” Bruce choked out as he took all of his remaining strength to run full speed up to his wife and gently take her in his arms. He held so on to her body so tight, he had to, she might get taken away again. “Betty Betty Betty.” Bruce kept repeating her name, breathing in her scent and thanking whoever was up there for giving her back. “I don’t care, I don’t care I just love you so fucking much, oh god Betty I just…” He could barely form words, everything was so intense at that moment, all he could do was embrace her.
Starting From Rock Bottom | Bruce & Oliver
Oliver shrugged as the other man patted him. ”I mean I guess, but um, I’m not really…uh…majoring in anything yet. I’m still undecided,” he said, accompanying his shrug with a small ruffling of his hair. ”Well I guess it’s more like putting off the decision my parents will later take for me.” He knew that eventually, his father would make him get into accounting. It was why he’d been sent to Sky High, after all. It wasn’t like he actually had a purpose there. ”But I do go to this Mutant rights seminar, it’s pretty great,” she added, talking about Mr. Cyprus’ seminars. ”But as a major, I just don’t know yet.”
If Oliver had been drinking anything, he probably would have done a spit take at Bruce’s question. ”Nah, no, nope,” Oliver reiterated, shaking his head harder each time. ”No girlfriend, I fly solo.” Oh my god, Oliver shut up, he thought. He was making a fool of himself. ”It’s not really that important anyway, right?” he asked, looking for the other man’s approval to convince himself. He shouldn’t be worried that he didn’t have a girlfriend, or that he just wasn’t really that attracted to girls, right? ”Nah, I don’t think you blinded me,” he assured him. ”I think I’ll be ok. Anyway, what about you , man? Do you have a girlfriend?”
Bruce listened intently, nodding his head along to his words. “Well I’m sure you’ll find out what you want to do soon. You’ve just got to make sure it’s something that’ll make you happy.” Bruce looked over questioningly when Oliver practically choked on air. “Hey, it’s alright if you’re single, don’t get so worked up about it.” Bruce thought it was a bit odd that Oliver appeared a bit distraught about not being in a relationship. I guess not everyone likes being alone. “I’ve been alone practically my entire life, it’s alright if you’re the quiet type, but admittedly it’s nice having a partner.”
Bruce elbowed Oliver playfully. “Lighten up, that guy or girl will find you eventually. “Bruce’s smile faltered when Oliver asked him the question. “Well…erm…I-I don’t…not anymore.” He took a deep breath. “Betty…and she wasn’t just my girlfriend…we were married. And…well life can be cruel and it didn’t go our way.” Bruce put his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet. Don’t go all soppy, you’ve been moppy enough today. Shut up. Thankfully when Bruce looked up again they were at the entrance to the emergency room. “Hey, here we are.”
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I stared up at the sun
Thought of all the people, places and things I’ve loved
I stared up just to see…Of all the faces,
you were the one next to meIf I lose myself tonight
It’ll be by your side…
Somebody That I Used To Know || Bretty
She-Hulk grinned, please, as the meek little man transformed into the green rage monster that stood in front of her. Why she wanted him, she still wasn’t completely sure. Did she just want to pick a fight? Prove her strength? Probably. She just knew she wanted someone who she could roughhouse with, someone who could take her. And who would be the better than another Hulk? Especially someone who had been so close to her. She didn’t know why, but the rage inside of her was not something one could reason with. It grew and took over her, overpowered her. And all she wanted to do, was beat the Hulk around.
“Yes, in fact, I did,” she replied to him, crouching down. Her hand in a fist, she pounced on him, her fist aimed at his face. Her legs wrapping themselves around his neck, she tried with all her might to knock him down. She didn’t know why she felt this need, but she needed to prove to him that she was and equal, a worthy opponent, even if he still didn’t know who she was. He would figure it out eventually.
Hulk grinned at his new opponent, not thinking to question why she wanted this fight. But he was out and that was all that mattered. Hulk let her take the first move and snarled when she immediately attached herself to him. She was strong. “Hulk’s turn.” He roughly threw himself around so that the Red She Hulk dented the wall with her body. Hulk then grabbed her by the waist and tore the red Hulk away and threw her towards another building.
Why is this happening, why would this happen? Hulk’s grin turned into a frown as he blocked out the tiny man’s voice inside his head. It was his turn now, and it felt great to be free. Hulk turned his attention back to the fight and all the screaming students around him, he loved their fear and how vulnerable they were. Hulk took his fighting stance and readied for the next move, hoping it would be a good one.
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
Jane Hirshfield, from “Vinegar and Oil” in Come, Thief (via proustitute)
