justonecondition | Entries tagged with person: clint barton

Bruce had a steadily increasing collection of unreturned texts and messages on his phone, and today he was determined to return at least a few of them.

One, maybe. Even just one would be an accomplishment.

Easier said than done, though: he'd spent the past few days (and in some ways, most of his life) trying to be as uncommunicative as possible, making himself inessential to other people. It was reflexive, and hard to stop.

He was going to spend most of his time in the office today staring at his phone, it looked like. He felt pretty pathetic.

There were a few things that just didn't happen to Bruce, and among them were phone messages like the one he had gotten the other night. He hadn't been a large enough presence in anyone's life to be the chosen recipient of 'I'm going off on an adventure' calls in a very, very long time, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked it.

No, he was entirely sure. He did not like it. Being a go-to point of contact for someone was stressful, and as much as Bruce said that avoiding stress wasn't his Hulk management strategy (and it wasn't), this was a particular brand of contact-affirming anxiety that he could live without.

So he had spent the last few days feeling twitchy and not responding to any messages, least of all Clint's. And today... he planned to spend today seated on the floor of his room, meditating in silence. He wasn't doing a very good job so far.

[[primarily establishy, but can be open to housemates or visitors, i suppose!]]

Now that a new semester was starting, Bruce was back to holding regular office hours. It was a little different than it had been last semester, though, because instead of taking some time out of his personal time at the hotel to make himself available to students for a few hours, office hours were looking more like the personal time, while his time at 33 Apocalypse ran the risk of being a little more social.

That was fine, though, because Bruce's office was comfortable (read: spartan), and if he showed up significantly earlier than he assumed most students had an interest in waking up, he figured that he was guaranteed at least a few solid hours of introvert recharge time before anyone came by to bother him.

Uh. Talk to him. Not 'bother.' He didn't know why he'd thought 'bother.'

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Entries tagged with person: clint barton

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