Anton's got a spark but (cantstartafire) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-18 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | hulk, plot: las vegas |
Who: The Incredible edible egg Hulk with a brief appearance by Bruce Banner. (and I suppose if anyone wants in this go for it lmao)
What: What else? Smashing.
Where: Las Vegas
When: Oh. About now.
Warnings: So much smashing. So. So. Much. Smashing.
Bruce was standing in the Passages Hotel looking around through his slightly bent glasses, his hand moving through his hair anxiously as he tried to figure out just what was happening. There was one thing he knew for certain, he likely wasn't safe. For a man who had fought many battles and been on both sides of outright war Bruce was shockingly afraid of being unsafe. He wasn't concerned for his own safety and he would never have to be. The other guy was never going to let him die. Ever.
Bruce had a handle on many things about his condition, he had lived with it for so long he knew what parts of his mind and body it took to maintain something similar to a normal life. But there was no doubt about it, he couldn't fight nature. Not even Dr. Banner had gotten a handle on adrenaline and fear response. There was no way he could find a way to alter his defense mechanism. A funny thing about defensive mechanisms, everyone had them. People were liars; dogs and cats had raised hackles; some plants had sharp spines; hell, there were even goats that fainted. Dr. Bruce Banner had the Hulk.
It certainly wasn't ideal, and it was certainly unpredictable, but there was no denying that this particular ailment of Bruce's had come in handy over and over again. Several years ago when he was still struggling he often thought about what his life would be like without the Hulk. Maybe he'd be a proper hero. Maybe he'd just be a proper genius, he'd have settled for that. But that wasn't Bruce's fate.
Bruce's fate often rested in the hands of the thirteen foot tower of terror that on his best day only destroyed a few things in his path. Bruce considered it a win if cars were the only casualty on the Hulk's path of destruction. Bruce wasn't unaware that things were going on while the Hulk was in charge. His memory sometimes took a bit of jogging but it was rarely gone for good. It was difficult to be as brilliant as he was and wanting so badly for the counterpart he'd learned to live with take just a bit of advice. Bruce had seen enough goodness and forethought in the Hulk over the years that he knew he wasn't as mindless as he seemed when he raced down Main Street destroying anything in his path. Casualties were avoided, injuries were unavoidable, friends remained so, enemies were clearly identified. Despite all of that, there was no doubt that the other guy was calling the shots. As much control as Bruce had, when the Hulk was coming out there was no stopping him.
Bruce had been standing in the lobby for less than thirty seconds when he knew it was coming. He tried, as he always did, to reason, to say no. To just stop it. But Bruce was in Las Vegas. Bruce wasn't supposed to be in Las Vegas. The Hulk wasn't supposed to be in Las Vegas. But they both were. He was coming. Bruce maintained control for just long enough to punch out a message to Steve that just said "LV. Run." and hit send before his hand pulsated and grew crushing his phone. He didn't know if Steve got the message, he didn't know if Steve was even here. But if he did, and if he was, he'd get the word out. He fell to his knees his fingertips thickening as they pressed into the floor hard enough that by the time it was all said and done there would be broken wood and ripped carpet. He groaned, he screamed, he growled.
He felt the fabric of his shirt tightening and stretching around his arms until the familiar ripping sound came. His body changed, just as it had so many times before. It was never fun, but it was decidedly easier when Bruce invited it. Being forced out of his own body, back into the recesses of a mind more damaged than his own, it hurt all over. Inside and out. In the moment that the transition stopped and the Hulk's eyes snapped open. He raised to his feet, his head hitting a chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling. He huffed through his nose and swatted the offending decoration off of it's chain and sent it flying through the air until hit an opposite wall like a bug on a windshield. The noise echoed through the building and the Hulk looked to his left and to his right for any sign of a threat. If there were people there he didn't notice or care. Instead he ran through the foyer, his feet crumbling the floor under every step and with a loud yell he jumped out the front window leaving a hole the size of an eighteen wheeler in the side of the hotel.
Passages was hardly a pre-game. The Hulk was out, he was angry, Bruce was scared, and the Hulk was running down the street, the pure strength of his legs carrying him faster than any creature that size should reasonably be able to run, he jumped over cars, some he just kicked to the side. Maybe it was the lights of the strip that attracted him, like a moth to flame, maybe it was just his need to get to the highest point in town, but that was exactly where he was headed and there was nothing that was going to stand in his way. He barely noticed the ice, though Bruce was suggesting he might want to notice, he was ignored. As usual. Hulk saw the Lindworm, to him it was just another dragon to fight because what else was he supposed to do with his time?
The parked cars that he didn't crush as he walked through, or over, had car alarms that were blaring. Hulk hated car alarms. So he shut them up. People were running, he was dodging people. He was knocking over signs, street lights, anything that kept him from getting to the Stratosphere. It seemed that there were plenty of things between him and the tall tower. That was his destination, it was a place to get the upper hand. He was frustrated by the traffic, frustrated by the people and so he yelled, angrily and some of the people moved. He huffed as he figured he needed a new way to travel, he bent his knees and prepared for a jump. As he lifted off the ground and jumped impossibly high he grabbed onto the nearest structure which happened to be the Eiffel Tower outside of Paris. It was poorly made. And he crushed steel under his hands as he once again made another leap through the air and found himself on the west side of the strip breaking what seemed like a perfectly good fountain outside of the Bellagio.
He looked around again, he was on the side of the street with a shopping center, there were people running towards that shopping center to take cover. The Hulk figured that would be a bad place to keep going. He just needed to get to the Stratosphere.
He crashed and splashed his way out of the fountain and back across the street, a car accidentally hitting him and he just nudged it out of the way. This time he jumped from place to place, staying off the ground. The little people were in his way, he jumped first back to the Eiffel Tower.
From there he jumped again and landed on the roof covering the valet bay for the Flamingo, didn't bother to jump again until he'd crashed through a parking lot at Harrah's and when he turned to pay attention to a noise behind he found himself crashing through the fake canals and fountains outside of the Venetian. Stonework crumbled, fountains crumbled down to the pipes that supplied the water were exposed spraying water in every direction. Hulk didn't like water so he left that place as quickly as possible less than fifteen minutes and there was a flood in the desert. At that moment the Hulk knocked a sign off the top of a taxi cab that read "Las Vegas Welcomes You." He had two and a half more blocks still to go.