As usual, the Hulk is better behaved when Bruce actually lets him out; he still had some reservations anyway, but he maybe wouldn't have if he would have known how keen the Hulk would be on getting Phil out. The Hulk remembers Phil, the one with the soup who'd sat with him and been nice, and he's all too eager to follow Cupid's direction. They're mostly directions he's happy to follow, and he transports them here easily.
It's actually hard for him to hold on once all's said and done and the adrenaline wears off. Banner claws his way back out with more determination than usual, and he and the Hulk slip into unconsciousness to battle it out. Bruce is the victor ultimately, as he always is has been so far, and though his head is pounding and he feels weak all over, he's up and staring around him as soon as he comes to.
He registers the important things. They aren't in SHIELD custody. He's physically okay. Clint's here. And Phil. Phil is here, and talking, and conscious, and whether or not he remembers what he was to Bruce so doesn't matter right now.
"Phil!" He starts to swing his legs out of bed, but is he wearing pants? No -- oops. He ducks down on the other side of his bed, shielding himself mostly from view, as he pulls on the pants sitting on the foot of his bed, the ones he knows Clint left for him.
"Yeah, Clint, fill me in on what happened too. The other guy did his job?"
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Date: 2012-09-20 08:21 am (UTC)It's actually hard for him to hold on once all's said and done and the adrenaline wears off. Banner claws his way back out with more determination than usual, and he and the Hulk slip into unconsciousness to battle it out. Bruce is the victor ultimately, as he always is
has been so far, and though his head is pounding and he feels weak all over, he's up and staring around him as soon as he comes to.He registers the important things. They aren't in SHIELD custody. He's physically okay. Clint's here. And Phil. Phil is here, and talking, and conscious, and whether or not he remembers what he was to Bruce so doesn't matter right now.
"Phil!" He starts to swing his legs out of bed, but is he wearing pants? No -- oops. He ducks down on the other side of his bed, shielding himself mostly from view, as he pulls on the pants sitting on the foot of his bed, the ones he knows Clint left for him.
"Yeah, Clint, fill me in on what happened too. The other guy did his job?"