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[sublimating]

[Bruce has skipped his jog in the morning to sleep in a little; there's no point in going on a long run to work himself up and wear himself out when the whole day is basically a long expanse of serene idling and keeping active. he's always tired when he goes to bed, which is the goal.]

[and he wakes up with a start at what sounds like a cannon going off, and then another, and there's sounds of alarm all around him; and his heartrate shoots up, so fast and so hard that he thinks he might lose it, and he thinks: use it, don't get used by it.]

[which is why a giant green manlike figure comes bursting out of what used to be one of the shelters, tearing it apart; the Hulk roars, earth-shaking though the earth is already shaking, arms wide and in a ready stance for whatever may come at him. and then pauses.]

[there's nothing to fight but a volcano.]

Comments

[cleanedslate]

[ super effective. he's very aware of his lack of suit, in this moment, and the words exposed, like a nerve come back to bite him, not really for the first time in recent history.

he takes a breath. thinks of half a dozen ways this could go really, really badly. then does it anyway ]

Have you considered the Olympics? Javelin throws are just like that, except with applause instead of futility.

[sublimating]

[he edges back a little, watching the volcano no less warily for the fact that it does not seem cowed by his display of force, and ignores Tony]

[cleanedslate]

Flattering. Remind me to complain to you when you're normal-sized and pink again.

[ if he loses the edge of glib, he might really freak out :|a ]