Author's Note: This is the second chapter of Bruce's story, it's only slightly longer than the other one because I ran out of material. Please enjoy and reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters/quotes used in the story. It belongs to their rightful owners.
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Spotlights flared into existence, people shouted, indistinct over the whir of the choppers' blades that were directly overhead. In defiance, he roared at the irritating object and childishly smacked at it. He had to bat at the flying, people-carrier a few times before he succeeded in taking it down in a fiery mess. The Hulk grunted and raised his hands in exclamation, while Bruce cringed in a back corner of his mind trying to block out the screaming. The frightful sounds were coming from outside, but he could never be sure.
-A-
He awoke sweating and upright, gripping his head tightly as if that would keep the monster encased inside him. For several minutes, or was it hours, Bruce didn't know how much time elapsed with him curled around himself. Eventually the Hulk receded back in defeat allowing Bruce a chance for a deep breath. Thoughts, mostly awful and directed at himself, now enveloped his mind once the "other guy" was gone.
He put up a mental wall as he changed clothes, wondering where he should go to eat breakfast. Unsure, he decided to just go back to the room the Avengers, he internally cringed at the dorky name, had been in the day before. Without purpose, he walked to the bow of the ship.
Before he could duck out of sight, he was basically assaulted by an energetic, Metallica t-shirt wearing man. It wasn't that he didn't like Tony Stark; it was just that he didn't understand him. Without much resistance he allowed himself to be led to who knows where.
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It turned out Stark had led him to a mess hall for the first serving of food that day to the large number of crew on board. He had eaten his fill, just a few mouthfuls of tasteless eggs and hardened grits, and retreated as soon as he could from the "not staring" eyes of those around him. He wound up at the lab to finish the project Tony and he should've completed last night.
Bruce confidently input the algorithms to locate traces of gamma radiation onto the touch-screen display. So intent was he on his work, he didn't notice that most of the "team" came in.
"Please, someone tell me you've located the Tesseract despite you two's," he pointedly twisted to gaze over each genius, "little bromance delaying things."
He couldn't even get out a response before the much louder man overrode him, "Ok, I can see how you can get confused considering you don't actually have any friends or whatever, but we're friends. Just friends."
Both smirked at each other, "Actually, the computer is still searching, but it shouldn't take very long," Dr. Banner added.
A slightly winded Natasha appeared into the room, "Dr. Banner, you need to leave. Leave now. Loki plans to use the Hulk."
For a few, tense moments all were silent in the room, and then it erupted into a chaotic mess of conversation. Sort of. They were mostly yelling, arguing, and insulting each other rather than doing any actual conversing about the situation at hand.
Captain's query to Iron Man about what he, Bruce, needed to remain calm and not a green, raging monster was heard over the din and every pair of eyes, or eye in the case of Fury, was trained on him.
He couldn't help it, he smirked, "You want to know my secret?"
Bruce registered the motions of the former assassin and SHIELD commander to their weapons, but didn't comprehend the reason why.
In a slow, soothing voice, Black Widow said, "Dr. Banner, can you please put the spear down?"
Confused, he looked at his hand and in it was the powerful spear of Loki. He had no clue how it had wound up in his hand, nor did he have a chance to as the computer dinged that the search was completed.
The spear was dropped onto the table without ceremony, "Guess you all won't get to see my party trick after all."