Note: I just watched Ragnarok and always love me some Bruce Banner angst, (one shot, not really following continuity) enjoy! (Or don't, whatever)


Bruce Banner had been the Hulk for nearly two whole years. As far as he was concerned, the next time he transformed, Bruce Banner would be dead.

He still lay awake in the middle of the night, alone, trembling. What if one day he just woke up and he was the other guy? What if one day he never woke up?

Everything was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be this way.

There was a scar across the back of his body and he wasn't sure how it got there, he wasn't sure how what happened happened, he wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. What did it even feel like to sleep? He couldn't remember.

He pulled his sleeves over his wrists, shivering, shaking. Sweat across his brow. He wanted to cry out. How badly he wanted to scream. But they would hear him and then... then they would fear him.

Green veins. He could feel them popping out from his skull. He could feel the other guy surfacing and he pushed him back. Squeezed his eyes shut. Took in a deep breath. It was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay.

There were cameras. Watching him. Monitoring him. No one trusted him anymore. He didn't even trust himself. The big guy, the two of them were no longer on the same page. They never were. But now they weren't even in the same book. They weren't even in the same library.

Seven PhDs, he had seven PhDs and not one of them had helped him find a cure. Sure, the other guy was useful. The other guy had helped people. But the other guy had hurt people too. The other guy had hurt him... and many others.

Besides, plain old Bruce was useful too.

"I'm always angry." What a way to live. It's not living. It's not coping. It's staying up into the early hours of the morning and breathing in rickety breaths. It was difficult. It was frustrating. Shifting muscles. Aching bones. It was maddening. Always angry. Always angry. Popping veins. Slipping mind.

The sun's getting real low. The sun's getting real low. The sun's-