Bruce Banner has embraced the monster. (monsterdoc) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-14 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner/hulk |
Nothing Lasts Forever
Characters: Hulk and Bruce
When: At the moment Helena has her breakthrough
Location: Hulk's retreat
Warnings/Rating: Nakedness, self-loathing, angst, and hope
Summary: Hulk fights it, but Bruce returns
Status: narrartive: Complete
There was a synergy to these things. There always was. In the dead of night, a fragile connection woke the Hulk. He felt… unsure, uncertain, and aware, very aware, of Helena. She was somewhere, far away. Somewhere distant, but she was feeling intense emotion, intense pain. He rose, intent on going to her, intent on making sure she was alright. The pain he could feel lanced through him like a knife honed by the fires of the sun, and it burned him deep, somewhere where he thought he couldn’t be burned anymore. Hulk snarled, and turned to move out of his nearly finished house. He could make it there, and he could help her, and he could be the hero and…he growled. What was he thinking? He was being stupid again! It was then that he changed his mind. He decided he wouldn’t go. Helena was a pinkskin, and she would be like all the rest. The emotional link would fade, like such a thing did, in time. He growled and moved to lash out at one wall, when suddenly; the other hand lashed out and caught that one. Hulk stared at the hand, and flinched in horror as he saw it was lighter green than the other one. “No! Damn you Banner, no! Not now!” he screamed as he felt a ripple flux through him, and somewhere down deep, for the first time, Bruce banner fought, tooth and nail, to rip control from the Hulk. Not since the first days had he done this, for he had never believed he could. But now, feeling that pain, knowing Helena was facing such, knowing she was there and in pain and needing… needing to know she would be okay, he fought. Hulk fought back, screaming and clawing and most of the fight happened inside his mind, even as he fought one hand against the other. Hulk fought with rage, and with indignity, with the righteous believe that be deserved to live and breathe more than Banner. He fought for sheer survival, and for domination. And he fought because he did not want Banner to win. But Bruce, Bruce fought for one reason, and one reason alone. For love. Such a reason is not always enough. Such a reason is often not enough, but this time… this time it was. Hours after it had begun, it was over, and in the quarry, outside the Hulk’s aborning home, Banner knelt, naked, shuddering, slowly feeling his mind and body knit together. He reached for the belt the Hulk always wore invisibly, the belt that held his wallet and his phone, and he opened it, then stopped. First, he would check on her, and then he would call. No need to burst in when she was really okay and Hulk had blown things out of proportion. Bruce groaned and rose, and started walking. He was naked, and he didn't care. He would just find clothing when he could. What little he could remember of Hulk’s time out told him that he had a long way to go to get to his place. As he walked, he tried to ignore the rising gorge and his shuddering memory of the things Hulk had eaten when he wasn’t around Clint. As he walked, he tried to ignore the ever present feeling of self-loathing, and remembered the things Hulk had done, and said. At least he had not killed this time. This time. At least, Banner was pretty sure Hulk had not killed. There was a hole in his memory from before the fight Hulk had hulked out in, to sometime after Hulk had arrived at the quarry. And a lot of red, and violence echoed in those shadows. Bruce shuddered, as he walked, and tried to just breathe, walk, and concentrate on Helena. Nothing else mattered. |