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After Jay turned into a regular human guy in a pair of shorts hugging Aether's neck (with maybe a bit of help from Sara), he went directly back to the Avengers' mansion. Having Hulked out this badly before, the sometimes green teen followed the precedent set and became reclusive. He locked himself (and Boo) in his large room and refused to come out.

Jarvis had seen him the most and had gotten concerned about the diminishing size of the amount of food Jay had been eating. Jay's mother had come back to New York immediately after hearing her son had rampaged through the city. She currently was back on the Keewazi rez to get his father and bring Wyatt Wingfoot to New York to help with Jay.

Today, the teen was getting a little stir crazy in his room. Though he had Boo and Keewazi tech for entertainment, he thought he could maybe take a small walk around the mansion. If he was moving around, maybe less people would knock on his door to try to get him to come out. Also, he could avoid them easier if he wasn't in one spot.

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Jay almost facepalmed. He stopped himself and managed to turn it into an odd arm wiggle. He was good at this skulking thing. Just walked into the first room with a person in it.

He cleared his throat softly. "I'm not dead yet."

Though with Dr. Green still on the loose, he could be any time he set foot outside.

"So ghost for now, no problem." She didn't get up yet.

"Take it you don't want to talk about it with the probie either do you?" She'd understand, but also knew it might help. "Though I'll admit, I don't want to deal with being on his bad side." At least within throwing distance of any body of water.

He shook his head, making his bangs fall into his eyes.

"Don't want to talk about it with anyone." Jay brushed his hair out of his eyes. He knew someone would make him talk about it. If not on the team, then his parents. And a locked solid core door was no match for his Dad let alone his Mom.

"He's me," Jay admitted softly with a shrug. "Sorry."

"It's cool, don't worry about it I won't press the issue. And really I'm okay, just hope I didn't hurt you too bad trying to stop you." She shifted moving her guitar to lean it against the wall behind her.

"And kinda figured he was, don't worry I got the gist from the others that it wasn't the norm. I would have been making more noise if I was really worried."

"Hulks have a regenerative healing factor. No harm done." The only person who had done harm was somewhere out there still. It was one of the reasons he was hiding out inside the mansion.

"Noise doesn't scare. We mostly want quiet." He nodded toward the guitar. "What kind of music do you play?"

She nodded again.

When asked about her music she shrugged. "Little of everything. I like rock a little hard, but I've been toying with something a little softer. You play?"

He shook his head. "I'm a better listener. I like the blues. Particularly Indigenous."

He slipped his hands into his jeans pockets. His arms were a little stiff, so it pushed his shoulders up.

"Blues is good to play, first songs I learned to play were B.B. King and love good Jazz if I'm listening."

"It's hard to play, too. Look at T Bone Walker, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Joe Bonamassa, and Mato Nanji." He shrugged as much as his peaked shoulders let him. He knew he was biased, but this was the most he had said in days.

"Now, you're making me wish I had my vinyl here." She grinned. "Because even though I can play the songs, I lack the soul, it's something you can't really pick up unless you've lived the life."

"I grew up on a rez. I might be more predisposed to the blues." Even though his rez was actually a well-to-do one. It wasn't where the elders said home was, and home felt like it was off into the west.

"I grew up in a small town, Vegas was about three hours drive, and there was a small reservation an hour the other way. Personally, headed that way more than Vegas, the guys I hung out with loved tinkering with bikes." She was smiling because they were fond memories.

"My aunt thought I was crazy for going up there whenever I could. I enjoyed watching the drummers, but could never get the courage up to ask if I could learn some of the songs. Thought it was taboo."

"Most reservations aren't places people want to be." He rubbed the ball of his right foot against the carpet. He wasn't sure how long he should hang around before a concerned anyone found him.

"I went because the people were worth knowing." She noted how he was hunched. "Go on, we can talk later, when you're feeling a bit better." She smiled a little. "I'll tell the others I saw you, but hey not like I'd be able to stop you if you really wanted to get out. Figure you want some space right?"

Though she already had mental notes to try singing blues next time he rampaged.

"Right. Thanks. Bye." He scooted out of the room before the almost ever-present Jarvis found him. Or Bruce. He had a feeling some sort of lecture was coming.

"Jay, if you ever want to talk, I'll lend an ear okay? Just so you know." She grinned before he ducked out. Grabbing up Lucifer she stretched, scooping up her notebook headed back to her room to drop them off.

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