<strong>Name:</strong>Susan Storm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Lounge.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather jacket, tank top, leggings, tall leather boots.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br/>The grin may not have faded far from Susan's lips, but there was suddenly sadness in her big, blue, eyes. It was hard to know just where the first fracture in her heart occurred, standing there staring at the man in darkness and dim glows.<em>Why couldn't he be treated the same as everyone else? Who was treating him like a kid?...why did the Hulk have to be bad?</em><br/><br/>When her lips moved, she heard her own voice, using words that her heart knew as closely as if they were her own. A whisper meant for her own soul, not his ears. That grin coming back upon her face like a new day sun, brilliant and burning hope into where there was darkness just before. "I know nothing else but miracles."<br/><br/>The shield was gone, sound and light and air and the chaos of creation that came with it rushing back in to surround Bruce and Susan where they still stood. "One day I'll talk Shakespeare with the Hulk."<br/><br/>Words that were very much meant for Bruce, words she deeply believed, given as a gentle battlefield farewell as she slipped past him, her eyes returning to the metaphysical melee--returning to her spot in centerfield.