Saturday (April 14th)
It wasn't that Natasha had been putting off going to see the Hulk, it was just that she'd been putting off going to see the Hulk. Partly because she had been helping so much with the clean up efforts that she'd had little time to do anything other than shower, eat and sleep but also because there was a large amount of apprehension in her mind with regards to what would happen when she came to see him.
But here she was. She stood by the door for a long time, watching him watch cartoons and kick pillows around, laughing as they hit the glass and bounced backwards, finishing off the cold pizza that seemed to have been in the boxes that were piled away in one corner for the automated system to clean up and take away.
Eventually, she knew she couldn't just stand in the shadows and watch him point and laugh at the cartoons he was watching, like a toddler who was content with his surroundings. Whatever had happened on that planet had made him... different. More communicative, if the security footage she had watched was to be believed.
She supposed, to some extent, she was worried that he would react badly to seeing her; if he didn't want to go back, seeing the person who used the lullaby on him would mean that he'd not want anything to do with her. Likewise, she didn't want to upset him and cause him to try and break anything.
But she was here, and she owed it to Bruce - and Hulk - to try.
"Hey big guy," she said, her voice low as she emerged from the shadows to approach the glass.