Re: Meatpacking District - Jason/Gwen/Hulk
[When the Hulk dropped down in front of them and the very ground beneath their feet started to give like melting ice cream, Jason threw an arm out in front of Gwen and looked up. That was all there was to do. He didn't panic, but he did feel the quickfire deadening of thought down to action and reaction, nothing but the pump of adrenaline and an intense awareness that they were both likely to die.
Then the thing...spoke. To Gwen. It knew her. How did it know her? He hadn't even heard her call him an idiot, hadn't realized until that moment how much his quick, reflexive move had put them both at risk. The best thing he could do now was stay as still as possible and let Gwen talk to...Bruce Banner?
There was no time to feel the sickening sensation of mistake. There were already Marauders running up behind them, and their bullets sank into the buildings like they were all trapped in a bad psychedelic painting.] Fuck me. [This was way too surreal for him, no thank you. They were getting out of here before the green monster that used to be a nice, understanding guy smashed them both on his way to bludgeoning a bunch of space pirates with his pinkie finger. He'd seen some weird stuff, but this was high on the list. The bone-chillingly real danger of it all only made it feel that much more detached from reality.
He turned, grabbing Gwen's hand again, and fired. The other direction, this time, at the Marauders. One was struck in the eye and stumbled backward, even as the one behind it began sinking into the muddy concrete like quicksand. If they got lucky, the big green guy would get distracted by their new friends and give them a chance to make a run for it. Very, very lucky.]