Bruce wasn't exactly good with kids. He wasn't even sure if this was for real, the summons from Shield saying they had an agent missing...and that Coulson wasn't exactly himself anymore.
But they were searching every level of the large facility, trying to find him again. Bruce walked down the hallway and picked a door at random, finding himself in a huge warehouse of stuff confiscated by Shield. Boxes on boxes, it was like a maze in here.
Phil had no idea where he was. The room was bigger than almost any one he'd ever been in, and he was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to be there. Plus he was wearing what he thought was one of his daddy's suits. It was just a bit terrifying, and he just knew that if anyone found him, he'd be in trouble.
He just wanted his parents. It was enough to bring him to tears. However, once he heard an unfamiliar voice call out, he cut himself off with a sniffle and climbed behind a box.
Bruce walked between rows and stacks of boxes, sighing as he kept talking. "Anyone here but me? No....guess I'm talking to myself. Not that that's anything new..."
A few more steps and he stops at an intersection, wondering if even HE will be able to find the way out of here. "Coulson? If you're in here, please say something."
Bruce quickly looks around, he wasn't expecting an answer.
"Coulson? Is that you?" He didn't sound good. "Hey, look, we're all worried about you out here. The whole place is looking for you." Bruce tries to pinpoint where that voice might have come from, climbing a box or two in (hopefully) the right direction.
Well, whoever it was, they didn't sound mad. Phil sniffed again and crawled out from behind the box back into the aisle, looking around for the source of the voice.
Bruce finally spots him from his perch on top of a box and quickly tries to get down without falling. He probably wouldn't have believed it if he wasn't looking at him with his own eyes right now.
"...hey...Phil." Bruce really didn't know what else to say as he walked over. "You alright?" He looked like he was swimming in a suit too big for him.
He smiles worriedly back at him, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah...I know the feeling." Bruce kept a pace or two back, not wanting to scare the kid. "You're not hurt or anything though?" He didn't look like he recognized Bruce at all. "Do you...remember me?"
"No, I'm okay," he replied to the first question, before straightening up at the second. "I don't remember you, though. I'm sorry. Are you a friend of my dad's?"
Oh boy. This was going to be harder than he thought. Bruce tries to think of how to answer that as he crouches down to Phil's level. "Not exactly, I'm....a friend. You helped me awhile back..." Not that he's going to remember that either. Bruce gives up on explaining and just introduces himself instead. "I'm Bruce. How about we try to find a way out of here?" He offers a hand.
"Seven...wow." At least that gave them a baseline to work with when they try to reverse...whatever happened. "Think I was playing with a chemistry set when I was seven...FINALLY." There was the exit. Bruce leads him out and along a hallway back towards the center of the Shield base.
Though the route takes them past a certain door marked with letters and numbers under the word 'Captain America'. Where his suit and shield were kept locked up. Unless of course, you had the right eye retina scan.
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But they were searching every level of the large facility, trying to find him again. Bruce walked down the hallway and picked a door at random, finding himself in a huge warehouse of stuff confiscated by Shield. Boxes on boxes, it was like a maze in here.
"...uhm...hello? Anyone here?"
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He just wanted his parents. It was enough to bring him to tears. However, once he heard an unfamiliar voice call out, he cut himself off with a sniffle and climbed behind a box.
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A few more steps and he stops at an intersection, wondering if even HE will be able to find the way out of here. "Coulson? If you're in here, please say something."
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"... Am I in trouble?"
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"Coulson? Is that you?" He didn't sound good. "Hey, look, we're all worried about you out here. The whole place is looking for you." Bruce tries to pinpoint where that voice might have come from, climbing a box or two in (hopefully) the right direction.
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"...hey...Phil." Bruce really didn't know what else to say as he walked over. "You alright?" He looked like he was swimming in a suit too big for him.
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Testing a theory, Bruce asks him, "How old are you, Phil...ip?" He really couldn't keep calling a kid Phil.
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"I'm seven."
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Though the route takes them past a certain door marked with letters and numbers under the word 'Captain America'. Where his suit and shield were kept locked up. Unless of course, you had the right eye retina scan.
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