He isn't what she expects.
He is worse.
Anger bubbles beneath his surface, a pool of magma waiting to blow.
And he is better than her.
He shuts the room up. Gives them something to focus on. Gives them a common enemy. Whether it's intentional or not, it works.
I got low.
One step back.
I put a bullet in my mouth. And the other guy spit it out.
Another.
I was good. Until you dragged me back into this freak show.And then he looks at her. Eyes wide. Wild. A blink away from madness.
And he sees her. Sees her.
Her monstrosity. Her sheepskin. Her ledger. Dripping red. One drop away from madness.
And though her hand flies to her gun. Though she sees Fury do the same. She knows. She knows.
To crave power. To want the power to change things for yourself. To be so drawn to it, you are barely aware that you are chasing it.
Until the staff is in your hand and a room full of friends have their safety off.
Dr. Banner. Put down the spear.
And he looks. Surprise on his face. Horror. Knowledge that his sheepskin is slipping. The cornered monster bulging beneath its flesh prison.
He sees her, and she sees him. A man lost. A man battling his own conscience. A man who holds the most powerful weapon in the world, and is afraid to wield it.
A man who hopes that a spear from space, with unknown properties, might be the secret to controlling the monster inside him.
He can't die. He can't die. And for an adversary, that should frighten her. Something she can't defeat.
Still. He can't die. Her potential enemy can't die. And she is glad for it.