labcoatgirl: (completely shocked)
[Atrocious racket from outside. Better investigate?]
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[What on earth is that? Dr. Ross takes off her glasses, going to the lab window to see what it could be.]
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[A tooth-rattling screech cuts through the air, the agonized squeal of metal being twisted out of shape one of the first and only indications that there is something terribly amiss. The silence that follows rings in both their ears and, without warning, what a moment ago was a car, now crumpled almost beyond recognition, clatters into a heap on the lawn outside her window, rocking precariously on its contorted roof, tires askew and leaking a dark, sour-smelling fluid over the grass.]

[A beat. Silence. And then from somewhere on the other side of the building, muffled screaming.]

[Run.]
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[Betty let's out a muffled scream into her hand at the sudden appearance of the car. Her first thought is that it's Bruce. So instead of finding shelter like a normal person, she runs to the door, flinging it open to run outside.]
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[It isn't Bruce. Or anyone even remotely human for that matter.]

[When she gets outside it's nothing short of unmitigated chaos. Glass has been gouged from the windows of the building across the street, the brittle remains crunching underfoot of those running for their lives. Vehicles have been carelessly forced aside, some rolled onto their sides, tires spinning uselessly in the air, others flattened, crumpled at their centres as though something large and unyielding has fallen on them from a great height.]

[And, amongst all the debris, clumps of frightened people hurry to evacuate the area, some huddled together for protection, clutching at one another, crying in confusion. Most don't know what's happening. A few do, and they're the ones who don't stop to look back.]

[At the end of the street a dark, hulking shape crunches across an intersection, disappearing down an untouched street with a frightening amount of agility, enough that it makes outrunning it seem futile. And there, standing anxiously on the corner, dutifully ignoring the people fleeing between his feet, stands William. Just the sheer size of him is imposing enough but he doesn't move, just dully watches the hysteria unfold around him, miserable and helpless.]

[He's had occasion to be furious with his brothers before now but, watching them take pleasure in his agony, he can honestly say that he hates them.]
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[It's a familiar sight, close enough to be Bruce transformed as the Hulk. Betty stands in the street, letting people go by as she watches the creature coming closer.

And she seems to have no inclination of moving. If it was Bruce, she could help him calm down. In fact, she was so focused on this, she did not notice the giant standing behind her as she calls down the street.]

Bruce!!
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[“Bruce!”]

[William hesitates. He hesitates at the thought of the fist that will break his cheekbone and the knee that will rupture his diaphragm later, the punishment he'll have to endure for his intervention. He hesitates, and he loathes himself for it.]

[Two panicked strides are all it takes to bridge the gap between them but his brother, stooping down to swipe at Betty, drives a shoulder into Will's chest, knocking the breath out of him. They both almost lose their footing, toppling one on top of the other, but a meaty hand digs harsh fingers into William's shoulder and shoves him roughly away. He straightens, breathing heavily, and deliberately plants a foot in front of Betty, trying his best to look braver than he feels.]

[The giant grunts something at him, deep and gutteral.] No.
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[Too late she realizes that is definitely not Bruce. Too late to move but fate intervenes. Betty is shoved aside by a larger than life hand, saving her from being pancaked. She gets up off the pavement as the giant's shoe comes down in front of her protective. Betty gapes up at the giant, almost in disbelief.]
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[William spares her a glance from over his shoulder, briefly meeting her eyes before looking up - yes, up - at his brother, raising his chin in defiance, fists curled at his sides to prevent their shaking. He swallows thickly as his brother, easily a full head taller than William, glowers down his crooked nose at him, fuming.]

[William shakes his head with more certainty.] No! That - that's enough. I've had enough.

[They glare at one another, the other giant stepping closer so that they're nose to nose, seething with anger. But William doesn't back away as he rightly should. He straightens stubbornly, fairly quivering with adrenaline and braces himself for the blow he knows is coming.]
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[She has no idea where these two came from, but it's very apparent who is friend and who is foe.

Betty scrambles to her feet, trying to get out of the way and run back to the lab. Despite her gender and the overwhelming situation, she was the daughter of an army general. And she was going to fight back with what she had.

Betty yanks open a cupboard, grabbing the biggest needles she had and a large vial of experimental anesthetic. She draws up two huge syringes full, not able to calculate how big of a dose she might need.

Armed with these, she runs back out, hoping for a good moment to use it. And hoping the good guy was winning.]
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[The good guy isn't winning.]

[And not for lack of trying. Dull, rumbling thuds, rattling floors and flickering lights follow her into the building, each in time with a heavy, spine-shattering blow. William blocks them the best he can, even pushes and heaves back at the giant beating him into submission, trying to use his immense weight to his advantage. It works, but only a little.]

[He's driven back from the street, arms raised protectively over his head, fists raining on his forearms with such force that he's driven onto the pavement and against the face of the building at his back. Fine pinpricks of broken glass rain sharply over his back and he grits his teeth against it, but he can't move. He's paralysed, able only to try and minimize the damage the best he can.]

[A well-aimed fist breaks through his defences and strikes him hard across the jaw, forcing him to bite down on his tongue, blood bursting into his mouth. He crumples, a knee pounding into the pavement, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth in sheer agony.]
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[Whatever she was going to do, she had to do it fast, he didn't look like he could take much more. Betty takes advantage of the fight as a distraction, circling around behind. There was a tall truck parked nearby that might give her enough height. She climbs up on top of it, steeling herself in what is possibly a bad idea.

When the combatants are close enough with the bad one leaning over the other, she takes a chance and jumps!

She only just manages to get a hold of the giant's waistband, taking the syringes and injecting both deep into his back, aiming for the spinal cord. A moment after, she is flung off, landing in a heap on the grass with the wind knocked out of her.]
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[It doesn't take him down as immediately as she might have hoped, not at first. He turns in a rage, searching the ground for her but, before he gets a chance to advance towards her, William dives for his ankles, effectively knocking him off balance.]

[Woozy from the drugs beginning to course through his system, he collapses onto his side, skull smacking sickeningly against concrete. He groans faintly, but slumps into an unmoving heap.]

[William straightens onto his hands and knees, spitting blood onto the ground, chest heaving with each painful breath. He doesn't move to find her now that he's sure that, regardless of what happens now, she'll almost certainly live to talk about it once it's over. He doesn't want to frighten her anymore than she likely already is.]
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[Betty coughs, finally catching her breath and trying to sit up. The bad guy is down finally and she's relieved to see the other one still moving.

She struggles to her feet, coughing as she tries to move towards him.]

Are...are you OK? [Should she yell? He spoke English, right?]
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[He nods shakily, shoulders hunched and eyes on the ground.] Yes, yes, I'm -- [It hurts to talk and he bites down on a moan, his tongue throbbing and swollen in his mouth. He swallows, blood pooling thickly in his mouth, and tries to ignore the sensation of gagging on his own tongue.]

[Another high-pitched scream shakes him out of his stupor and he straightens, alarmed to find that he and she are no longer the only two people in the world. The panic around them seems only to have escalated and he moves to climb unsteadily to his feet.] I - I should go. Now.
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[He's hurt, that's for sure. Suddenly Betty wishes she were a lot taller, she could help him easier.

The panicking throng forces her closer to him and she holds to his pant leg, trying to avoid being jostled.]

There's a parking lot in the back, I can meet you there. You need checked over by a doctor. [Seeing as she was the only one available, she'd do her best.]
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[Too stunned to move, it's the faint brush of her hand against her legs that spurs him into action and, without thinking, he strides over the people scurrying at his feet, looking back over his shoulder at her. Movement only seems to inspire terror and he pauses, people crushing in on them on all sides, clawing at one another to escape.]

[He reaches for her, wrapping gentle, faintly trembling fingers around her middle.] Trust me?
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[She's not too comfortable with this level of hysteria around her. People seemed to lose all sense on a crisis. The large hand reaches to pick her up, Betty realizing what he's going to do. She nods, holding to his hand with her own small ones] Yes.

[She trusts him.]
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[With a nod, he hoists her up over the heads of the people in the street, leaving them behind as he strides away with her. He breaks out into light jog as soon as he's clear of the epicentre of the mayhem, wind whipping back the hair sticking to his forehead and, before long, they seem to have managed to escape the press of people altogether.]

[He slows, glancing over his shoulder, breathing a heavy sigh as he looks out over the buildings and the wail of shouts and sirens he can still hear in the distance. He glances down at Betty, carefully adjusting his grip as he moves to set her down on the ground.] I'm so sorry.
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[What a way to travel, being carried over the chaos. She marveled at his height, where could such a person have come from? Betty holds to his hand till her feet touch the ground again. She smiles up at him reassuringly, even if her legs feel like rubber after all that excitement.] Don't be sorry, you saved me. And you took that other one on, that was very brave. Are you hurt anywhere? [Immediately concerned for his well-being. ]
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