[ More than the surprise or the apparent concern, it’s the fact that he wants to see her that convinces her that he’s not the Bruce she knows. After five years, that Bruce would probably have forgotten her name. This one sounds as if she still matters. Not even the Betty he knows and yet still she matters.
The little things are always the catalyst. Because the little things are rarely as little as they appear to be. ]
Yes.
[ There’s a shifting inside her, the silent observer standing up and stepping forward. Unlike Bruce and Hulk, she and Betty are not at odds with one another. She is Betty and Betty is her, even if they haven’t quite managed to make the transition to one whole person yet. And instead of hating her human self, she cares for her and wants to protect her from all of the ways life can and will hurt her. Betty, as far as she’s concerned, has been through enough. But when Betty makes a decision, she abides by it.
The change is immediate, one form blending into the other so fast that there’s hardly anything at all to watch. Her clothes shrink with her, the black uniform made from the ever popular unstable molecules, and then it’s just a brown haired woman looking at him from the other side of the console. ]
You can see me too. [ A small smile – the hesitant smile of one who doesn’t know how well received her presence will be – passes over her lips. ] Hi, Bruce.
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The little things are always the catalyst. Because the little things are rarely as little as they appear to be. ]
Yes.
[ There’s a shifting inside her, the silent observer standing up and stepping forward. Unlike Bruce and Hulk, she and Betty are not at odds with one another. She is Betty and Betty is her, even if they haven’t quite managed to make the transition to one whole person yet. And instead of hating her human self, she cares for her and wants to protect her from all of the ways life can and will hurt her. Betty, as far as she’s concerned, has been through enough. But when Betty makes a decision, she abides by it.
The change is immediate, one form blending into the other so fast that there’s hardly anything at all to watch. Her clothes shrink with her, the black uniform made from the ever popular unstable molecules, and then it’s just a brown haired woman looking at him from the other side of the console. ]
You can see me too. [ A small smile – the hesitant smile of one who doesn’t know how well received her presence will be – passes over her lips. ] Hi, Bruce.