I think they set it up nicely now that Banner’s turning 46 years old, and there comes a point where it’s like ‘how much more running can I do for myself?’

Whatever you hate about yourself or you don’t like, when you get to be 46 years old, you start to say ‘okay, no.’ Obviously, you can never really get away from yourself, so you start to live with some of the things you think are so bad. And maybe they’re not that bad. Maybe those things are what you need to do whatever you were never able to accomplish. I think that’s the ticket forward for Banner, to start to figure out where we go with him, keep that story interesting. I think there’s a whole relationship with Banner and Hulk that needs to be discovered. There’s a very cool thing happening: Hulk is as afraid of Banner as Banner is afraid of Hulk.”

It’s in the comics. But because you haven’t really been able to get inside of Hulk’s head, because the [cinematic] technology wasn’t available to make it nuanced enough to do that, and now it is. So now I think there’s a way to do it. Both of these guys are obviously the same guy, and they have got to come to peace somehow with each other. And I think that this confrontation is building along the lines of this film.

Mark Ruffalo on Bruce Banner’s arc in the sequel (via fyeahlilbit3point0)    

Uranium, radium, radon, polonium, thorium - dangerous radioactive releases from drilling and fracking threaten our water and the air we breathe in our homes.

This is the fifth daily graphic of fifteen featuring the science in the new Compendium from Concerned Health Professionals of NY: http://concernedhealthny.org/compendium/ 

According to Joss Whedon's commentary, Bruce Banner's saying of Loki, “You can smell crazy on him”, was a setup for when the Hulk faces off against Loki in Stark Tower. Originally, Loki was going to make multiple versions of himself and the only way the Hulk was going to discern where Loki was to smell them. Only the real Loki would have a scent.

When it rained, it poured. Such was a tired, yet true, idiom to recall when the day became far more bleak than anticipated and everything that could go wrong made damn well sure to with greatest impact possible. And if you happened to be one world-weary, floppy haired nuclear physicist by the name of Dr. Robert Bruce Banner, such trite sayings tended to manifest into literal complications and dreaded reminders of how one insignificant, seemingly harmless day could turn into an all out battle for survival.

And it was, in fact, raining cats and dogs this very clammy morning in Fukushima, Japan –also bullets filled with enough anesthetic to down an entire herd of elephants was currently raining down upon the recluse of a scientist at this very moment; which was far more problematic than the weather or how soggy his socks were in his tan loafers. The projectiles pelted and ricocheted off the wall and the dumpster he had been crouched behind, forcing Bruce to make another mad scramble to the next alley he could find and keep running as fast as his legs could carry him. Away from innocent people, away from the madmen, suicidal men that had chasing him for the greater part of the past twenty minutes.

They, whomever the ones with the semi-auto’s and annoying sedative smoke grenades were, had been trying to push him towards Tokyo for some god-awful reason, but Banner had managed to slip through their traps long enough and was aiming for the coast and toward the Pacific Ocean. Away from the crowds of people, from the already crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant he had been helping keep stabilized for the greater part of the past three months as an American nuclear scientist by the name of Bruce Bixby. For a brief time, Bruce assumed it was SHIELD blowing their cover while tracking his movements. That was until he noticed one of the scientists he had been working with carrying a syringe and one too many security officers following them around this morning. Feigning a bathroom visit and slipping out the nearest window could only carry his escape so far, it seemed.

Now it was back to the same old song and dance. One that he couldn’t keep the rhythm to for much longer. Already the irradiated blood in his veins was burning in familiar warning and his heart rate escalating to that dangerous threshold. Where the hell was SHIELD, weren’t they supposed to be keeping these ‘interested parties’ off his scent? Oh, but now he could see the beach; he could taste the salt on his tongue and hear the waves crashing in the distance. Maybe a quarter mile to go and he would be-

A few darts suddenly sunk into the worn black duffel bag he had been carrying since Natasha had given it to him on his last day in New York with the Avengers. The day of leaving behind the Candyland of Stark Tower’s R&D department in favor of false comforts of a life on the lamb and helping the world in lesser ways than he should be. “Shit,” Banner cursed, tripping and tumbling down the stairwell he was about to travel down when he had turned to look behind him at the least opportune moment. Scowling, hissing in pain and anger, Bruce opened his eyes to blurred vision and an all too familiar splitting headache as he tried to regain focus, control. They were still on his heels, he had to move, hide, do something that didn’t involve green skin and a loss of intelligent consciousness. He couldn’t let such crippling panic and pain override flight and transform into fight. With a groan, Bruce picked himself up and tossed his bag as far as he could away from him and took to diving behind a nearby air conditioning unit. Hopefully the legion of his supposed captors would go in that direction and fail to look nearby for the pacifistic fugitive.

Scrunching himself up, folding his legs into his chest, Bruce took to focusing on his breathing and keeping as calm as he possibly could given how close he was to a very long chemically induce nap. Trying to make his body as small as possible as he listened to the numerous footsteps and Japanese chatter heading down the stairs he had fallen from. Don’t find me, don’t find me…becoming more of a mantra than a prayer.

Then there was something else. A whoosh of a…rocket? A drone in the sky above them? …Was that music, or just the blood pumping too loudly in his ears?

No, the whole point of a superhero with a secret identity is the dichotomy. Clark Kent shouldn’t be sexy or buff, he should be a nebbishy dork; Bruce Wayne’s public face shouldn’t be grim and foreboding, he should be a spoiled, dissolute playboy. The recent Superman and Batman film franchises have both suffered for forgetting this.

And the whole point of the Hulk is that Bruce Banner isn’t a scary, seething cauldron of rage, at least not most of the time. The transformation into the Hulk only has any power if it comes out of nowhere, if that big green rage monster emerges from the last man in the world you’d expect to raise a hand in anger to anyone.

The ideal Bruce Banner is a cuddly teddy bear, likable in a wussy kind of way. An adorkable loser. Totally harmless…until the moment when he isn’t. And there’s no better actor to portray such a character than scruffy hipster heartthrob Mark Ruffalo.

Arthur Chu, “Model Minority Rage” in The Daily Beast

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Cap: Listen, I’m really sorry about breaking your nose back there, General Fury.

Fury: Take it easy, Cap. This nose has been smashed more times than Robert Downey Junior.

For better or worse, Tony Stark has devised a plan that won’t require him to put on the Iron Man suit anymore, and should allow Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and the Hulk to get some much needed R&R as well. His solution is Ultron, self-aware, self-teaching, artificial intelligence designed to help assess threats, and direct Stark’s Iron Legion of drones to battle evildoers instead.
The only problem? Ultron lacks the human touch, and his superior intellect quickly determines that life on Earth would go a lot smoother if he just got rid of Public Enemy No. 1: Human beings.

AVENGERS 2: AGE OF ULTRON plot details (x)

-But seriously, can we have Bruce Banner throwing the verbal smackdown on Tony for this one?

Because you know who might be sort of a leading authority over taking the human element out of things? Who might know a thing or two about what happens when genius goes too far and doing things just because you can and you think you’re doing the best thing for the world and you’re actually doing the exact opposite? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Or at least an “I told you so.” I’d be happy with just that, too.
Then everyone can go Avenge the world.

And I’m 100% convinced the biggest enemy of the Avengers is and always will be themselves.

   

m7storyteller:

Sneak Peek of Avengers: Age of Ultron

rdjdumbgenius:

SCIENCE BROS DOING SCIENCE. ALL I NEED. THANK YOU. x

Oh my god, and he’s still disheveled and has his fluffy hair and this picture already has everything my science bro’s heart needs. AH! It’s /finally/ happening.

nobodylikestheotherguy:

Original Sin : Hulk Vs Iron Man #1

This whole comic broke my heart…

raisinbrandy:

i see a lot of posts on tumblr along the lines of “let’s watch movies and make out” and yeah i can see the fun in that if the movie is boring but if the movie is REALLY GOOD and has a lot of intense action scenes or dialogue then don’t kiss me don’t tOUCH ME DON’T LOOK AT ME BECAUSE YOU BETTER BE WATCHING THE GODDAMN CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE ON THE SCREEN WE CAN HAVE SEX AFTER THE AVENGERS SAVE THE CITY

markruffalo:

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