science bros.
There are no words to describe my feelings about this relationship. But I’m going to try.
First of all, their parallels. Both geniuses, top of their field. Both suffered an accident that physically changed them, forever, and not in a wholesome Spider-Man kind of way. Both try to do what they can to help others despite their own issues; Banner heals people, Tony works on developing clean energy. And both struggle, in their own way, with duality; Tony and Iron Man, Bruce and the Hulk. Two identities, one body. Only difference is Iron Man’s bad side is Tony.
I mentioned somewhere that Tony sees a bit of himself in Banner because they both have a monster inside them that they can’t control, a creature that springs fully formed from the id, the base impulses and the nasty stuff at the back of the mind. Bruce’s is a giant green rage monster. Tony’s trashed a party in Iron Man 2. Banner has a control over his that Tony hasn’t quite achieved yet; don’t think I didn’t notice Tony pouring himself a whiskey when confronting Loki. Tony is envious, fascinated, and most of all, impressed by Bruce’s control.
So he doesn’t walk on eggshells around Bruce like the others, because that’s not what Bruce needs. Tony sees Bruce’s restraint, sees the quiet, brilliant man making self-deprecating jokes in the corner of the room, sees the way people look at him like he’s going to snap any second, and thinks “nope”. Tony does what no-one else aboard that Helicarrier does. He trusts him. He makes jokes and jabs him and teases him and above all, treats him exactly how he would treat anyone else— he has a great regard for Bruce’s brilliance, and tells him so, but he doesn’t try to ignore the Hulk in the room. When he says “wow, you’ve really got a handle on this, haven’t you?” he’s not saying “gosh, it’s incredible you haven’t snapped yet and killed everyone on board” he’s saying “I know you have a handle on this, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t, so I’m gonna poke you with this sharp object to prove it”. And you can see Bruce relax, and smile, and trust him back.
But then Tony goes even further, and invites Bruce to come to his R&D department. I’m pretty sure the two of them drive off together in Tony’s car at the end of the movie to do just that. And, okay, sure, Bruce is smart, but Tony’s tech is his baby. How many people get invitations to come and see his work? He invites Bruce because he recognises his brilliance, yes, but there’s another reason. He’s inviting Bruce to come down and work with him after this is over. He’s giving Bruce something to do next, a purpose, an alternative to disappearing into the ether to be alone with his monster. Tony knows from experience that being alone with your issues doesn’t end well, so for what’s only the third time in his life he extends the hand of friendship to a guy he’s known barely an hour.
And then, he tells Bruce to let the beast loose. Not just because they need him to fight, but because it will help him. If Bruce can take this thing that he sees as a curse and turn it into a gift, well, that’s going to lift him out of a very dark place. I’m not saying Tony knew about Bruce’s attempted suicide, but I think he had a suspicion that Bruce had been, in his words, “low”. So he encourages Bruce to take all that crap and pain and the Other Guy and use him to help people; after all, that’s what he did.
And it pays off. Nobody— nobody— thinks Bruce is going to turn up for that final battle. You can see the look on Natasha and Steve’s faces when Tony asks if Bruce turned up yet. They’ve counted Bruce out. Guy’s a mess, right? He’s too volatile. Doesn’t play well with others. He could never work as part of a team. No-one thinks he’ll come through when it matters. Except Tony. He has faith in him, and that faith is rewarded. It’s no wonder the Hulk is the one to catch Tony. Tony’s the one who helped let him out. He’s just returning the favor.
Submission of the Night
I’m going to cut off the blood supply of your control
I’m going to twist snap crack and break all of your bones
When we both fall to the ground I will expose your holes
(both hooks are in)
Squeeze, not muscle.
Skill, don’t struggle.
You’re running out of oxygen and I’m running out of room
The timer ticks down to :01 yet it can’t come too soon
You will hobble away from this, a taste I will resist
(pull the head down)
Squeeze, not muscle.
Skill, don’t struggle.
Your voice is tapping out words that I don’t understand
Say what’s on your mind and I will try to comprehend
My arms squeeze until they burn with no blood left
You pushed me too hard and I get no rest.
It is not the past few days that have made me feel this way
And it is not the tiny marks of doubt that cover everything I see
It is just the way she looks at me with a love so complete
That I have never seen
And from this grows a strong, undying guilt
The feeling of regret for things I never felt
But oh, I wanted to change and become what she needs
I know what she needs, what I can never be
“I guess I have an over bearing personality. It was something primal, like two animals fighting, but instead of claws we use our personalities. I think I won tonight. I over played myself like a peacock shoing his feathers. She’s not an animal, though. She sees through all my clever tricks and word play so it all falls short and is wasted effort. Maybe it made a dent though, and every dent matters. You can’t ignore instincts forever. Either way, I end up the loser. I’m sleeping alone tonight.”
Tell me what you wanted to hear
Let me do the right thing
Let me do the wrong thing
And if it’s ever this clear
I will only say it once
Just let me turn the amps way up
So you can hear nothing
And if I die tonight then I guess I die tonight
Let me go on
Just say what you wanted to say
I cannot stand these talks dear
They only get us nowhere
It’s never resolved
We only run around
You wanna tell me anyone could be just like me
If it’s a different time and a different place to be
You would go on
We can pose
for all our mug shots
when we’re on the road
another hotel
another night in jail
another friend stale
the sun is right above us
dust to dust
At some point I evolved from a man to a toilet since everyone likes to shit on me lately.

