The 'gym' is little more than a very large empty room, underground, with high tech unbreakable doors. The ceiling was nearly two stories up, giving any flying creature enough height to soar well above the heads of others while still being contained in the super villain prison. There was no natural lighting and the walls and floor were made of solid concrete. It was rather depressing really.
Banner watched as the dragon shook out her wings before stretching them out to their full, impressive length. Bruce's mind runs with calculations. A human would need a wingspan of about 16 meters or 52ish feet to lift off the ground. Her wingspan was only about 10meters and could not only get her off the ground but allowed her to soar through the air like a hawk. He had noticed that she was very light and it lead him to believe that a dragon's bones may be hollow like a bird's. Fascinating.
It had been nearly an hour since she had taken flight and she was finally coming in for a landing. He had seen the creature land before. If you looked up grace in the dictionary, the Asgardian dictionary, there would be a picture of her landing beside the word. Today was different. She came in with a stumble and fell to her hands and knees with a grunt. Banner stood to help her but she was already recuperating.
"That was different," his voice contained a hint of a laugh.
She glared at him.
"What I meant to was, are you alright?"
"I am fine," she shook out her hair. "I am done here,"
XxxxX
"Will you tell me about the dream now?" he was trying to get her to talk to him. She hadn't said a word since her fall.
She looked at him with innocent eyes.
"I was killing him," her gaze was far off from the room. "I was bathed in his blood," she closed her eyes. She seemed to revel in her own touch as her hands ran up her scaled body.
"Who, who were you killing?" Bruce's brow knit in concern.
"Loki," the word slipped from her lips nearly breathlessly.
"Loki?"
"It was a long time ago. Sleipnir was only a filly. Oh, but I dream about it often," she gave a sad little laugh. "I had been sent to kill Thor. My father demanded it of me. When I had thought myself successful I returned to my father to find him enthralled with the trickster. I voiced my humble opinion and was slapped in return. In reality I retreated to my chamber, defeated, ready to take Loki's order. In the dream, I tear him limb from limb and bathe in his blood while my father cries at my feet. It is a brilliant feeling, Dr. Banner,"
"Wait, so, what is Loki to you?"
She crawled over to him and into his lap. He fell back onto his elbows as she drew herself over him.
"Are you jealous, Dr. Banner?" her lips nearly touch his own. "Green with envy?"
His expression changes as she gets closer. He raises a hand to her forehead and quickly removes it in pain.
"You're hot," he pushes her back.
"That is an Earth complement yes?" she moves back in only to be pushed away again.
"No, not like that I mean you're hot to the touch. Your forehead burned my hand," he stood and addressed the operator box. "Hey can you get a high tep thermometer down here please?"
"Dr. Banner this is ridiculous," she grabbed his arm.
He immediately recoiled and tore his arm from her grasp. A red hand print was left on his forearm. She looked at her hands with fear.
"Can you guys bring a burn kit too?"
"I'm, I'm sorry," she fell to her knees, "what is this treachery?"
A medical crew was there in an instant buzzing around the two of them.
"External temperature is at 150° and internal is 220°Ferenheight, Doctor, what do you want us to do?"