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One of the first things Robert said when we were meeting about the movie was “There’s no way Tony Stark gets in a room with Bruce Banner and doesn’t poke him”. There’s no way. He wants to see it happen, he wants to see how that guy works. And that is not only true, not only ended up in the movie but ultimately informs their entire arc, which is one of my favourite things in the movie. The idea that Tony Stark is not intimidated by the concept of the Hulk and, in fact, thinks that Bruce needs to embrace his inner Hulk as it were, sounds like pure classic Tony irresponsibility and in fact it is you know what save us all because and ultimately what saves Tony because he allows Bruce to…he sets him up and lets him gets to the place where he can decide to be the Hulk.
Joss Whedon on the Tony/Bruce relationship (The Avengers Blu Ray Commentary)
Avengers: Film Noir AU
-Insert fancy backstory that people create when they make AU sets-
First time creating an alternate universe set. I wish I was more apt
and less lazyat creating gifs, maybe this would have turned out prettier if it were gifs. But I just love film noir.
If you are a writer and you feel inspired, I give you my blessing to create something out of this. In fact, I would love it.
// …Can this happen? I… My inspiration’s pretty dry right now but this is fan fucking tastic, guys.
The woman in his office has legs that seem to go all the way up, impossibly smooth in her nylons. Her legs are crossed, a position that’s all promise and no delivery. Bruce wrings his hands as he looks her over.
“Detective Banner,” she says, mouth scarlet with lipstick. “Or would Doctor be more appropriate?”
He can’t quite hide the flinch there, lips pressing together in a thin line for a moment.
“No I… I gave up that life a long time ago.”
She smiles, painted lips curving into a seductive smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes men into fools and he likes to think that he’s no fool but even he isn’t immune to a pretty face.
“I’m not asking you to go back,” she says, pushing a stack of photographs towards him. A bottle of cheap scotch gets pushed off the table, falls to the floor with a clink and rolls. “I have a job for you. That’s what you do now, isn’t it? Help people. find lost things.”
“I try my best,” he says, glancing down at the photographs. Mostly grainy ones, taken from a distance. “Who are they?”
She taps one of them with a perfect nail. “I’m here on behalf of this man,” she says, “Thor Odinson.”
“I know of him,” Bruce replies. “Difficult not to in this town.”
“Of course,” she says. “A year ago, a jewel was stolen from his family. Very valuable, very rare. They say that wars have been started over this.” She sounds amused and he can imagine that she’d be the type of woman over whom jewellery has no hold. “His younger brother went to find it. It’s an heirloom. Belonged to their mother before she passed.”
Bruce smiles wryly. “Let me guess, his brother vanished too.”
She nods, seeming pleased at his guess. “Just as you say. He’s been gone for six months now.”
“And you’re only just coming to me.”
“My employer wanted to keep this low-key. No outside influences. But you’re the best at what you do and you have contacts in places we can’t get to.”
“Your employer…” Bruce murmurs. “No, this is more. This is personal.” He can hear in her voice, no matter how professional she seems. “What is it?”
“Stop lying to me,” he says, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.
She tenses a little and yeah, he’s certain she’s got a gun beneath that skirt. After a moment she pushes another photograph forward. Reluctant, but it’s a calculated admission. “This is Clint Barton. My business partner. He was working this case, seemed to be getting close.” There’s a flicker of something in her eyes when she speaks and it’s more than business partner.
“Lemme guess. He vanished too.”
She nods, face returning to the beautiful blank mask. “You’ll be reimbursed handsomely.”
“I don’t need money.”
“I can offer more than money. There are certain things in your past, I can make them go away. You won’t be bothered again.”
“And if I say no?”
She shrugs, smiling again. “I’ll persuade you.”
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