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magneticxman,
incogneto,
quickfingers,
aberranthubris, and
vanto][Video flicks on as the calls goes out, and a haggard Bruce appears on the screen, looking tired and worn out, red-eyed and shadows under each. There is something like horror in his eyes, or madness. Or both. These last two weeks have sucked, okay? There is sign that he has hastily washed his face and hands.
He stares at the camera for a long moment, not knowing what to say, but finally, he speaks. Or tries to. He coughs, clears his throat, and tries again.]
I--- I'm sorry. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Bruce Banner. I--- Wanda and I, have been close. [Okay, that easy part is over.]
Wanda has been sick these last two weeks and the hospitals haven't been able to help. So, to keep her comfortable, I've been watching her.
I regret... [he clears his throat and wipes at his eyes.] ...the seizures were too much. Wanda... Wanda is gone. She passed on about twenty minutes ago now.
[He looks down at his hands, as if looking for something, anything, else to say. Instead, his eyes start producing those pesky tear things again. He looks up at the camera and nods.] I... I'm sorry.