Everybody Wants to Rule the World...
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Jun. 11th, 2009 @ 08:42 pm
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The mind is a strange place. Despite the roar of concussive thunder that shakes the entire army base, Dr. Bruce Banner will swear to his last breath the only sound he heard at that moment was the shout of the kid followed by a deafening scream from his own lips, morphed into something raw, primal and inhuman. He is thrown against the bunker with incredible concussive force as the world - now devoid of his perception of time - dissolves into green light and then fades into an insane gray. All the while he never stops screaming. He doesn't stop screaming for days.
The next thing he's cognizant of is that the kid is here and he's fine. It doesn't feel like anything is broken physically. They're both in the base infirmary in a quarantine unit. He can't speak and his throat feels like it was ripped out by a mammoth brute. More then anything he's exhausted and he'd want to go home if he felt like home was anywhere. He reaches for a pad of paper and writes.
You okay?
"Well, you know, other than being in more trouble than I've ever gotten to in my life, sure," Rick replied. Then paused for a moment.
"Hey! You finally came out of it! Thought you were never gonna stop."
He frowns and writes: They had you in here the whole time with me screaming?
Why does he bother to ask? It's Thunderbolt Ross. Fathers he thinks. Are overrated.
"Yeah. Something about "radiation exposure" and "not spreading it" and "blah blah blah," Rick said with a shrug. "At least they gave me ear plugs. And then I just kind of tuned it out."
"But that was... what you did was..."
He looked Banner straight in the eye. "Thanks."
He frowns. Radiation exposure was supposed to be minimal, but nothing with that test seemed completely right. He feels "off." Not sick, just agitated and if he'd be fidgeting if he wasn't so tired. "Fight or flight" feeling.
"Has there been someone here? Anyone?" He's praying for Betty, but...Is she strong enough for that?
He shook his head. "Just army guys outside the door, when they slide the food tray in."
He pointed toward something on the near-by table. "Oh, and don't try the radio. All it does it click."
Voices outside raise in argument.
"Ma'am! I'm sorry, but you can't go in here!"
"Watch me," the voice replies, and the door opens. Betty Ross pushes her way past the soldiers guarding the door.
"Bruce? Are you alright?"
It must be a sight for the kid to see. One moment, the scientist was an intense, controlled (if exhausted) man with no real emotion other then a mix of urgency and curiosity.
"Betty..." he croaks and reaches out for her arm, his whole body exuding gratitude and relief from every pore. His smile is small, but he suddenly looks almost normal.
Whoa. How's a nerd like him rate a girl like that?
Rick leaned back and sighed quietly. Wasn't like there was anybody like that waiting back for him. He wondered if he'd even been missed from the orphanage.
She brushes her hand against Bruce's cheek. "Oh, Bruce. I'm glad you're okay." She glances at Rick, to make sure he's alright too; he doesn't seem any the worse for wear. He might have endangered Bruce's life, but she understands it was an accident and doesn't want him to be hurt either. Satisfied, she turns back to her lover. "You scared the hell out of me."
"I love you, too. Takes a bit to get rid of me." He looks to Rick. "Make sure he gets out of here, alright? He's just a kid -"
"No one -" Thunderbolt announces coming into the room in a full hazmat suit. "Is getting out of here that easily!" He rips his daughter's arm away from Banner and drags her from the room. "Stop touching him, Betty! They don't know what the Gamma did to him!"
His thoughts darken and race down a kind of black hole singularity in his mind as he watches Thunderbolt leave the room with the only thing that makes his life around here bearable. He hates that man he hates this bed and this base and the sun lowering in the sky.
Banner loses sense of his own body, but Rick Jones can see what's happening.
"Doc?" Rick asked, quietly, uncertainly. "You're... what... what's going on? You... you're changing!"
He wants out NOW! Gray green skin replaces Banner's sickly white and brown eyes change to an inhuman yellow, but as extraordinary as that is his sheer mass is the true wonder. Bigger and bigger, past well-muscled, past body-builder, past Frankenstein's monster. The rage builds and he builds until the room is filled with the aura of rage and pain and it's too small to contain it.
"Hulk want OUT!" The reinforced wall of the quarantine room powers like talc.
Rick just stared open mouthed for a moment, not believing what he had just seen. Doctor Banner had turned into some kind of... Hulk and...
And...
And it was all his fault.
"Wait for me!" he cried, as he ran after Banner. "You need me!"
Rick Jones exits this life and enters another - a life filled with the sounds of gunfire, tanks, and deafening roars. It is a life which becomes a blur of rage and with oases of calm and self-loathing.
A monster is loose. Pray he is on our side.
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