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-ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME-
by Three Days Grace
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see
The darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this
Animal I have become
Help me believe
It's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this
Animal I have become
Help me believe
It's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this
Animal
Bruce felt rage build up in him, causing his blood to pump faster and his fingers to twitch sporadically. No, he thought frantically. Stop!
But the agent's words continued echoing inside of his head. Are you sure you feel safe with this monster around? Do you know how easily it could flatten the lot of you and not give a crap about it? I told Director Fury that bringing it in was a bad idea, seeing as how the last time it'd gotten angry -
Tony had snapped at the man to shut up. The man had started to leave, a smirk still lingering on his face, when a small marble had slammed into his eye. The agent had howled in pain even as he'd run from the lab, while Clint had surreptitiously slipped a rubber band back into his pocket.
But the damage had been done.
The "other guy" was starting to emerge.
He needed to warn the others. "Get out," he said to the Avengers.
Even though he'd been expecting them, even though he'd known they were going to be there, his heart still ached when he saw the looks of terror forming on his teammates' faces.
"Bruce," Tony started, taking a step toward the scientist.
Bruce let out a low growl. Didn't the idiot see that he couldn't control this? He couldn't stop this. "Leave."
Natasha was the first to obey him. On her way out of the lab, she continued to glance back at him, her eyes wide with growing fear.
Bruce tried to ignore the pang of hurt the look caused.
"Bruce, you have to fight it," Steve told him calmly.
In response, Bruce's fist lashed out and nearly struck the soldier in the jaw.
Bruce squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the all-too familiar tingle build up inside of him. "Leave. Now," he snarled.
He heard three pairs of feet scuttle out of the room. He knew who the only remaining person was without even opening his eyes.
Bruce attempted to hold his anger back and warn him, tell him to get out of here, but it was too late.
He'd succumbed to the beast inside.