Anton's got a spark but (cantstartafire) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-04-14 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | hulk |
Who: Bruce Banner and the Incredible Hulk
Where: A Warehouse in New Jersey
When: Sometime after his coffee with Captain America
What: Dr. Banner Hulks out! HULK IS PLEASED.
Warnings: Nope
For Bruce Banner and the Hulk control was a bit of a two way street, and it was by no means 50/50. For example Bruce could let the Hulk out whenever he wanted to, but there was still a very high risk of the Hulk breaking out from within Bruce whenever he wanted. And the Hulk, while he could let Bruce back out whenever he wanted he also reserved the right to keep him inside for as long as he felt necessary.
Bruce’s relationship and acceptance of the Hulk as part of his life and part of who he was didn’t always come easily. It had gotten easier and Bruce trusted the Hulk in one way only. He knew that the Hulk would not let Bruce perish, it was mostly out of self preservation, but he knew that he could count on. What he couldn’t count on were the means by which Hulk would do such a thing. The lengths he would go to were dangerous. The Hulk was dangerous and volatile and completely unpredictable. But Bruce did his best to curb it, he had most things under control, and if there were very little surprises he felt more confident than he had when he’d originally met the rest of the Avengers. The fact that he was meeting them now, when Bruce was in control, but they were still “new,” made Bruce feel like he had an edge on how harshly they would judge the Hulk when they saw what he was capable of.
Bruce had been staying in his apartment in New York, but his Warehouse in New Jersey was where he’d been spending most of his time. His lab was set up there, it was big enough and a safe enough place to let the Hulk out for a bit. He was tired from exerting the extra energy it took to negotiate with the Hulk to keep him inside for a bit longer than he wanted. There wasn’t much time before he’d grow impatient. Bruce didn’t want the Hulk to come out unannounced for more than one reason, the main reason being he didn’t want to feel like he’d broken his word to let him out. That was important if he didn’t want to take two steps backward in this delicate dance they’d been doing for so long.
He was testing his own blood and vitals as he’d done hundreds of times before, but the added addition of Anton Sparke to the equation had him more curious than he could contain. It didn’t seem like there were any differences from his last tests and he found that curious. Anton hadn’t noticed anything amiss when he’d tested himself either. When he’d first discovered Anton and the Doors, and everything else that went along with it he worried that somehow his personality had fractured irreparably and all of this was going on in his head. Truthfully, he wasn’t convinced it wasn’t, but the others being here (and in Vegas) helped a bit. If this was all a delusion it was an incredibly vivid one. That had to count for something. For all he knew he was actually in that sleep stasis three miles under the desert. It didn’t matter. Delusion or not this was the only reality he had and the pounding in his heart and his mind were very real.
He stood up quickly and removed his glasses setting them on the lab table. As he walked toward the open space in the warehouse lab he started unfastening the buttons at his cuffs and down the front of his shirt. He was moving quickly but he was still in as much control as he could possibly muster. He took the shirt off and folded it gently over the back of a chair and meticulously (though urgently) got ready for this moment that had been too long coming if one were to ask Hulk.
He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his hands clenched at his sides and tilted his head to look up at the tall ceiling. It was well over Hulk’s 9 feet, but he hoped Hulk didn’t just jump straight up and out of the building. The door would just as easily accommodate the 1400 pound thing he was about to become. The pounding in his ears became all he could hear as his hands started to swell and his knees started to expand. It moved from the tips of his fingers through his upper body, it ripped from his toes up his legs and around his lower body. He dropped to his knees almost immediately his head thrown back as he yelled, not from the pain of it, but from the amount of sheer rage that was bursting out of him. Hulk had been more than rage for a very long time, but that was always the first seconds of his transformation. That uncontained rage that had scared him so much early on.
His yell got deeper, more like a roar by the time he silenced himself and exhaled. He was breathed heavily for a moment as he heaved his gigantic body from his kneeling position. His heavy breaths were more like snorts, as he grunted low in his throat. His head turned from one side of the warehouse to the other. On a very basic level the Hulk knew what had happened to all of them, everyone was different. Sometimes he stayed with someone who couldn’t let him out even if he tried to force it. He didn’t understand how Bruce could read the future, so he didn’t pay attention to it. Foresight was not in his MO.
He didn’t burst through the ceiling and take off in a massive jump across the Hudson River. He used the door. Sort of. The door was pushed through rather than used properly, but Hulk was out. That was what mattered.