[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/c9f7c4xn5/tumblr_n3hck7_QCAL1tsda0jo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Guin nodded. [color=#cc33ff]"Will you go on the rides with us? Or is the shrapnel in your chest enough to disqualify you from the rides?"[/color] she asked, poking the arc reactor imbedded in her father. She didn't get why he hadn't figured out a way to get rid of the shrapnel yet, but his heart was being powered and he wasn't dead, so she didn't have too much to worry about. She just sometimes imagined situations where someone pulled out the arc reactor and he wasn't able to get to it in time - like what had almost happened when Obadiah turned on him. On occasion, Guin wondered what it was like to live with that. She once even had a dream that she had an arc reactor powering her own heart - well, more powering a strong electromagnet keeping small pieces of deadly metal from entering her heart.  

	[color=8dc73f]"It does matter, buddy...Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise..."[/color] Banner said softly, trying to get to his feet but he fell back down on the couch. He kept trying to think of what to do or say, but anything he thought of he had already tried. There was no formula that explained how to fix his relationship with his son - and none of his degrees had the answer as to what had gone wrong in the first place. He could wax poetic about the effects of gamma radiation on people, but communicating with a teenage son? [color=8dc73f]"...I love you so much, buddy...I'm trying to be a better father than my dad was...and I hope that one day I will be..."[/color]