[ He's not even sure where he ends up at first. By the time he comes to as himself on the Quinjet, he's a good few hundred miles from where he started, and he actually has to figure out where to go from there - where to hide, this time around. He's been to a myriad of places, and he knows that it might not be so easy to go by unnoticed in some of them, so he picks somewhere really new, while not being entirely disconnected from everything. Some small country in Southern Europe, he decides, since he's never stayed there long. Picking a quaint little town helps too, where governmental presence isn't as strong, and SHIELD might not reach him quite as easily.
Not that he thinks they'd try to force him to go back. He hopes they know better than to do that. Bruce needs this, needs time on his own, and being away from everything and everyone. And after all that's happened, he realizes that the Avengers - his friends - and the world as a whole might just be better off without him around. He's just a danger, a liability, a bomb waiting to go off at the slightest nudge.
He tried to do good, after all. And where did that get him, exactly?
It takes him a day or so to get settled, finding some small place to stay at. He's managed to gather some money by selling certain nondescript and harmless items on the Quinjet, which will serve him well enough for now. He'll think about getting some kind of job just to get by soon enough.
After a decent shower and new, clean clothes, he feels almost like himself again. Almost, but just enough that he decides to venture outside for a walk. The cobbled streets are wide and clean, mostly empty save for the occasional person or small bike going past him, and he makes his way down the length of it, headed towards the ocean shore for a breath of fresh air. Not that this place is exactly lacking in that aspect, mind. ]
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Not that he thinks they'd try to force him to go back. He hopes they know better than to do that. Bruce needs this, needs time on his own, and being away from everything and everyone. And after all that's happened, he realizes that the Avengers - his friends - and the world as a whole might just be better off without him around. He's just a danger, a liability, a bomb waiting to go off at the slightest nudge.
He tried to do good, after all. And where did that get him, exactly?
It takes him a day or so to get settled, finding some small place to stay at. He's managed to gather some money by selling certain nondescript and harmless items on the Quinjet, which will serve him well enough for now. He'll think about getting some kind of job just to get by soon enough.
After a decent shower and new, clean clothes, he feels almost like himself again. Almost, but just enough that he decides to venture outside for a walk. The cobbled streets are wide and clean, mostly empty save for the occasional person or small bike going past him, and he makes his way down the length of it, headed towards the ocean shore for a breath of fresh air. Not that this place is exactly lacking in that aspect, mind. ]