fandomtownies | Saturday Afternoon: The Causeway

It had been a little less than a week since Bruce had "landed" in Auburn, Maine. Since then he had gotten wrapped up in a small bit of drama involving a heiress and an intricate plot to poison her by her evil stepmother and inherit her late father's estate.

Luckily the man who had picked up Bruce at the side of the road was also the handy-man to the estate who brought Bruce in and-

Well let's just say that even though the Hulk had shown up a couple of times the girl was saved and now Bruce was on his own again. Walking the roads of Maryland ~~with piano accompaniment~~ and trying to find a place to hide and be safe.

And as he was walking down these roads, Bruce noted something unusual. A causeway. And an island. Frowning a bit, he took out an atlas and pulled it open and confirmed that yes, this place was not on the map.

Well... anything off the map was probably a good place to hide right?

Ten minutes later? Bruce was on the island.

"Looks normal enough," Bruce said aloud as he stepped off the causeway.

Oh. Oh Bruce. Silly old Bruce.

[Yep. Open. Yes, it's late. Whatever.]

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Steve was out for an afternoon jog when he saw--

"Bruce?" Or Tyler. Could go either way. "What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.

Bruce froze for a second, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"Sorry?" he asked warily. "Have we met?"

Oh, Bruce. Welcome to Fandom and alternate timelines.

"Apparently not," Steve said wryly. "You look like someone I know. A couple of someones, actually. I'm Steve Rogers," he said, offering his hand. "I teach at the high school." Gesturing toward the castle with his other hand, yes.

Bruce looked quickly up at the castle as he took Steve's hand for the handshake and then looked back at him. "I must have that kind of face," he replied, "Though... I have to admit I am a Bruce."

Since he couldn't deny that after his reaction.

"Did you say a couple of someones?"

Yep. Doppelganger fun here.

Hoo boy. Steve gave him a firm Captain America handshake, then released his hand before explaining, "Sometimes you'll run into...people who look like other people, but aren't related to them at all. Or even different versions of people you might already know." He pulled a bit of a face. "I know it sounds crazy," or not, depending on Bruce's universe, "but the island's like that. So I know a guy back home named Bruce Banner," watching Bruce carefully there, yes, "and there used to be another teacher at the school, Tyler Durden. They both looked a lot like you."

Welcome to Fandom, Bruce!

A moment of panic spiked up in Bruce at the mention of his name, making the pulse monitor on his wrist chirp once or twice before Bruce took a breath or two.

"Well," he replied. "You got one of the name's right. I am that Bruce. Though I'm not sure if I'm your Bruce or not."

He took a big breath. "Just curious but how do you know me?"

Steve's gaze flitted to Bruce's wrist, then back to his face, at that chirp. Then he said, "Well, that's complicated. We used to...be coworkers. After a fashion."

"Co-workers?" Bruce echoed warily as he looked over Steve's appearance. "No offense but you don't look like any scientist I've ever worked with."

"No," Steve agreed, "I'm definitely not a scientist. I was...well, I've had a complicated career, but when I knew Bruce Banner, I was a superhero."

Yes, really.

"Superhero?" Bruce echoed. "As in the type of guy who runs around in a cape and tights?"

"No cape," Steve told him. "No tights. Everyone thinks that, but they're not actually very practical."

Bruce exhaled a bit, trying to relieve a little tension before looking back at Steve.

"You... You ran into him, didn't you?" Bruce concluded/asked. "Or at least a different version of him."

Saturday Afternoon: The Causeway

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