Author's Note: I still don't own any Marvel characters.

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That Sunday, Cyclops asked him to help him rotate the tires on one of his cars. The jack broke and the car slipped. Bruce felt the other guy and yelled, "No," as the car fell. Since he had just bought those glasses, he threw them across the room. He was totally going to trash a garage full of cars and he was worried about his glasses. The serenity prayer. He could keep his glasses from getting broken. He could go nothing about the cars.

Cyclops must have seen the look on Bruce's face because he backed away.

The next thing Bruce remembered was he was in the woods outside the school and his shirt, shoes and socks were gone and his pants ripped to shreds. Those feelings of rage and power that he talked to Rogue about they were filling all the empty places in his brain. He hoped he didn't hurt anyone. The Hulk would have ran off before hurting anyone since no one was going to keep him from running, but what if he caused Cyclops to lose his glasses in his haste? That would would be real bad. And Cyclops would be angry about him destroying his precious cars.

Bruce, remembering his appointments with Susanne, told himself that he wasn't going to mentally beat himself up. After he changed his clothes, he went to the garage to check the damage. The car he and Cyclops working on was yards away from the garage and totaled. The Hulk must have threw the car out of the garage then kept on smashing it until it was a dented pile of twisted metal.

Then Bruce walked into the garage to see what damage the Hulk did to the other cars. One other car without handicapped plates was damaged. No handicapped plates meant it was Cyclops'. It must have been hit when the Hulk was throwing the blue Mazda free of the garage. Just as Bruce predicted, the Hulk was be more interested in leaving that smashing cars other than the one that fell on him. The Hulk hated being confided, so he tended to do his smashing outside or as a means to get outside.

Professor Xavier was in the garage.

After picking up his undamaged eye glasses that someone was nice enough to put on a shelf and putting them on, Bruce continued looking at the damage. "Do I still have a job?"

"If you want one," said the man in the wheelchair.

"How angry is Cyclops?" asked Bruce.

"You totaled his favorite car and smashed up another one," said Xavier. "I would say pretty angry. I needed to use mind control on him to keep him from trashing your bike in retaliation. He's with Storm right now."

"I'm so sorry," said Bruce.

"I would stay out of his way for a few days," said Xavier.

"You aren't going to tell anyone the Hulk is back," said Bruce.

"Why would I do that?" said Xavier. "I protect people like us. You spend time with your wife. She needs to know you're OK."

Bruce went to the lab to take a sample of his blood to find that his radiation levels were as high as they were before he ate those apples. Finally, Bruce went back to his room. Sif was reading a book. He put an arm around her and hugged her. "I'm so sorry."

She put an arm around him. "Can we have sex?"

"We'll have to watch my pulse, but yes," said Bruce. "We always had to be careful in the bedroom. So this is nothing new. Like before, we'll find out what works and what doesn't."

Sif smiled through her tears. "It will be fun."

"Then why are you crying?" he asked.

"You're back to - how do they say it - square one," said Sif.

"I'm not," said Bruce. "I've had five months of therapy, which I can start, again. I know yoga and meditation. I also know I need to accept the Hulk as part of me. When we get back to Asgard, we'll have the Hulk pull up trees. This will work."

Sif hugged Bruce. "If you say so."

Bruce hugged her back. "Do you want a divorce?"

"No," Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I love you."

Playfully, pushed his wife onto the mattress and cuddled against her. "I love you, too." He didn't know if he could tell any of the Avengers because he didn't want this getting back to Fury.

xxxx

Storm walked over to Bruce while he was watching football with Logan. Logan was explaining how Canadian football was different than United States football, but Bruce wasn't really a fan of either sport.

"Do you want to talk?" asked Storm.

"Not really," said Bruce. "It isn't a game without beer and I could use the calories."

After going to the kitchen, Storm threw him an alcohol-free beer. "Here you go."

Bruce said, "Thank you," and popped open the beer.

Storm placed a glass on the table and poured herself one. "Have you figured out the rules, yet?"

"Not really," admitted Bruce. "But I'm following the team has the ball with my eyes. Has Cyclops torched my bike, yet?"

"The Professor stopped him then he explained that, if torches your bike, Logan will have to continue to borrow his," said Storm.

Bruce took a swallow of the low alcohol beer, according to the label it wasn't quite alcohol free. "I'm really sorry about his cars."

"Comprehensive covers thief, vandalism, acts of God and Hulk smashing," said Storm. "We implied to the insurance company that it was one of the children. Cyclops rates will go up, but we protect our own."

"Since I'm not planning on getting pinned under another car and Cyclops isn't going to let me breath on his babies," said Bruce. "It won't happen, again."

"You should apologize to him," said Storm.

Bruce took his can of defanged beer with him and walked toward Cyclops's room. He knocked on the door.