Bruce
Bruce awoke with a thump, as he rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. Within seconds both assassins had appeared by his side. Both holding various weapons.
Bruce would have laughed if he wasn't in pain.
He pushed himself up from the floor, as Clint and Nat re-hid their weapons. By the time he had stood up and found his glasses, Nat had disappeared into the other room.
Clint
Looking at the man in front of him it was hard to believe that he was the Hulk. If Clint hadn't seen the change then he wouldn't believe it.
"So," Clint paused and finding that he didn't know what to do with his hands stuck them in his pocket and continued, "How come the Hulk came out?"
Bruce shuffled a little and wrapped his arms around himself, tensing up.
"The two guys that came with Fury. They had a needle and some experim…" He stopped, not quite wanting to finish that last sentence.
Clint nodded. He could see why the Hulk had come out. The Hulk seemed to have a great need to protect Bruce from things he saw as a threat. Two strange men with a needle would do the trick.
"I'm going to go and yell at Fury and the two S.H.I.E.L.D agents. That make us good."
"Yeah." Bruce nodded at him but didn't loosen his arms. Scared of facing Nat, "She won't bite you."
"That's not reassuring." Was shouted after him. He had two agents to scar for life. If Stark hadn't beaten him to it.