Bruce stood in the lab located in one of the below ground floors of the Stark Mansion. He’d run the trials of his Gamma radiation experiment multiple times and with several variances, but he still had no idea how to replicate what had happened to him. He sighed and -

- rubbed the bridge of his nose. If he could just figure out how to use the Gamma rays to help heal others… But it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Turning out the light and locking the computer, he strode out of the lab area and into his living -

- quarters. Tony had created the area to Bruce’s specifications, adding the larger keyboard to the computer that would compensate for Bruce’s larger hand along with larger light switches, chairs, a California King Sized bed and many other larger sized amenities. -

- Sinking into one of the large chairs, Bruce put his feet up on the matching ottoman as he picked up the over-sized remote control with his left hand, his right arm tucked against his side still in its sling. Finding a rerun of Impractical Jokers, he settled in -

- for a night of watching four best friends make asses of one another. He began dozing off while thinking about what he might eat for dinner. His dreams immediately took him back to when Hulk first lost to Thanos. Shaking -

- off the memory, even in sleep, he traveled through time, revisiting each of the battles with Thanos he and his friends had gone through. He thrashed in his sleep, the nightmare engulfing his mind. The only difference between his dreams and -

- memories was the way he lost the use of his right arm. Sometimes he lost it during his first battle with Thanos. Other times, he lost it trying to save Natasha. And in another nightmare, he lost his arm completely. On this night, he -

- dreamt his arm was caught beneath one of the ships Thanos and his minions had come through the portal on. He watched as Tony cried out, cradling Pepper in his arms as she died. He tried to pull his arm from beneath the ship, screaming as it -

- ripped from his body, waking himself up before he actually screamed out in his chair. He looked down at his arm, rubbing it with his left hand, the pain causing his arm to throb. When would the nightmares end?

“Why wouldn’t it count?”

#BetterOff He sat in the small hut at the outer edges of the village, eating the Faraoa Funpana and Telulu he'd been given for helping -

#BetterOff - the older woman set her grandson's broken leg. He'd grown used to wearing the light khaki shorts, white linen shirts and -

#BetterOff - sandals. He sat, quietly listening to the rain as it began to fall, quickly turning into a torrential downpour. Finishing -

#BetterOff - his food, he lay back on his cot and thought of her. Dark hair, intelligent, beautiful... he definitely had a type. Sighing, -

#BetterOff - he cleared his mind. It did no good to think of either of her. He'd done what was best for her, whether or not she thought -

#BetterOff - so. It wasn't good for anyone to care for him. Not his friends, not his teammates, and definitely not a lover. They were -

#BetterOff - all better off without him.

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