Exactly What It Says On The Tin
"This doesn't seem right."
There were a thousand other things Bruce Banner could have said. Several of which would've been along the lines of what the fuck and holy shit and sweet Jesus.
Tony Stark decided to help him with that, "God damn."
The screen of the MRI was moving. Actually moving. As in, squirming. There was squirming bag in Loki's brain and what the hell—
Tony peered into the bottle of Jaeger in his hand, "I know I didn't drink that much. JARVIS, zoom in a bit will you?"
"Of course, sir."
And he did.
"That's a bag of cats." Said Tony, dryly. "In Loki's head. Hey, Green Giant, tell me I'm not seeing things."
Bruce didn't reply, simply sat and stared at the screen. Blankly.
"I mean damn. Well, now we know why Reindeer Games' pretty…" Tony shook his hand in midair.
"This guy's head is really a bag of cats." Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose. "How is this even possible?"
"Well you know those Norse Gods," Tony said, shrugging, as if this were the most normal thing he'd ever seen. "They throw some pretty wild parties. You think Thor can hook me up?"
Bruce Banner looked at him with humorless eyes.
"Hey, I'm just joking. But seriously, what are we even going to do about this?"
"Nothing, Tony." And Bruce shut off the machine. "We're going to do nothing at all."
"Rudolph's got a head full of cats," Tony wiggled the fingers of the hand that wasn't holding the Jaeger. "Evil, cruel kittens, and we're just going to not do anything about it?"
"Hey, Bruce. I don't think you quite understand." He put the Jaeger on one of the tables and grabbed Bruce by the shoulders. "Cats. Felidae. Living animals. This ringing any bells?"
"Yes. But we're just going to leave, not tell anyone, and forget we ever saw this."
And Bruce left. Tony stood there in the MRI room, and looked at the bottle of Jaeger on the table.
He decided to get drunk that night and show up naked in Bruce's room.
It didn't end well.
Definitely not meant to be taken seriously.
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