3. Bruce
"I think we're going to need some assistance."
Natasha grits out over the comms, her tone the closest to "holy crap, what the hell do I do" that Tony has ever heard out of the assassin's mouth.
He exchanges a look with Clint, who had been grounded when the building he'd been perched on had been taken out, and sprints toward her.
Clint shoots back arrows as they run, and Tony randomly fires repulsors towards anything that looks vaguely like an evil robot. If that means he hits a few subarus on accident, well, Tony isn't saying anything.
The two skid to a stop at Widow's last known position, their mouths falling open.
Clint mutters something that probably shouldn't be repeated in French, then again in Chinese.
The Hulk is fully Hulked out, his face drawn tight in rage, batting robots aside like rag dolls. Cap lies at his feet, his eyes shut and a huge gash on his head. Tony isn't even sure that The Other Guy even knows he's there, but then a laser-wielding robot steps a little too close to the Captain.
Steve doesn't stir as the Hulk roars, loudly, and smashes all of the remaining robots at once. The one who had been trying to get to Steve seems to get the worst treatment, crashing into three Starbucks and seven empty taxis before his punishment is over.
Tony stands there, shell-shocked, before he starts to inch his way towards Steve, still lying on the ground, oblivious of the battle going on around him.
The Hulk freezes, the last of the invaders gone, and Tony and Clint stop, both of them having been slowly moving towards the captain.
"Star man okay?"
The Hulk asks, picking up Steve and resting him against his chest.
"Uhh, yeah, buddy. But we should probably check on him just in case."
Clint says. Tony can see the superserum slowly healing Steve's wound, but he doesn't think that being held up in the air eight or so feet can be doing him any favors.
"Hulk take care of Star Man."
The green creature insisted, clutching the Captain close to his chest.
The Hulk sat down with a thump. Tony stared. In front of him, the Hulk situated himself, Steve hanging limply but not uncomfortably from his arms. Natasha watched with searching eyes as the creature's eyes began to droop.
"Is he falling asleep?"
Clint hissed, staring like a kid who had just found out that not only is Santa real, but he had gotten him a pony.
"Yep."
Tony said, slyly taking out his phone.
"That's adorable."
He took a picture.
