Bruce

Bruce walked into the interrogation room seconds after Natasha left it

"What now?" Percy asked, sounding tired.

"Nothing much today. Just going to do a quick physical. It will take maybe five minutes. Probably less." Percy shook his head.

"I don't need one. I already have a doctor." He sat up mumbling something about irritating blondes and bedrest.

"Kid, I need it for my records. But how about this, I'll ask you a couple questions, as a part of the psych eval before we do the physical." Percy tensed, his white knuckled hands gripping the edge. He nodded shortly. Bruce opened his mouth but the kid beat him to it.

"I have ADHD and dyslexia. I've broken a few bones, never been sick enough for a hospital and I have no strange diseases. I'll see about my doctor sending you any records you need." Percy said. He hopped off the table.

"I'm gonna go take a nap." Bruce shook his head and grabbed the kid's arm. Suddenly the world blurred around him and Bruce was looking at the ceiling. The door slammed shut behind Percy as Bruce fought internally with his other side, trying to keep from hulking out.