labcoatgirl | A Day in Your Shoes

It had been nice working with Bruce again. The lab setting, the smell of chemicals, the white coats....it was like old times. Betty looks over at Bruce with a smile, dropping a few drops of liquid into vials in front of her before testing the radiation quotient of each.

Everything seemed to be going well.

As Betty slid the last batch into the radiation sensor machine for Jarvis to analyze, there was a warning from the computer AI. "Warning, systems experiencing sudden electrical overl--"

The rest of the warning is cut off by an explosion as the electrical overload reaches the machine in front of Betty. She's thrown back into Bruce by the explosion and electrical output, the two of them thrown against the wall before landing on the debris pile. The entire lab is trashed...and the two scientists are not moving.

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Her face contorts, shaking her head with a growl. Everything was NOT ok. Everything was loud and confusing and angry...

...and tired...

Betty Hulk wavers on her feet, suddenly looking exhausted as she puts her hands on her face. Falling with a thump to sit down as her green tint starts to slowly fade, her form shrinking down as it does.

Edited Date: 2012-06-28 02:32 am (UTC)

Bruce takes a step closer to her when she flops down, then another, then another until he's standing in front of her. He idles there for a moment, just watching her, then shifts to sit down next to her. He'd have gone to get a blanket or one of his shirts or something so she had something to cover herself with her when the transformation ends, but he doesn't want to leave her. God only knows what she'll remember, if she remembers the shift at all, but he knows that waking up from that alone the first few times was a nightmare. Not that the whole thing isn't on principle alone, anyway.

Thankfully, her clothes had remained mostly intact, the female physiology less inclined to be muscle bound as compared to male. When she's finally her own size again, Betty slumps towards him, unconscious. The green veins fading along her arms and legs. She looked so pale and worn, her muscles twitching now and again as they try to resolve from being overexerted.

He knows how exhausting being the Hulk is all too well -- his periods of unconsciousness following a transformation may or may not be shorter, if only because he's been doing this for so long, but his first thoughts after wondering how much damage he did, who he hurt and where he is always involve being starving and wanting to sleep for a few days -- and he puts an arm around her, holding her loosely against him. A part of him figures this is the part where he should go back to wondering how this happened and how to fix it, but he can't quite wrap his head around the thoughts, and he imagines himself to be in some sort of emotional shock still before he dismisses all of it and puts his free hand to her arm. He lets his fingers linger there for a moment, letting the touch be an anchor for her, and then slowly, clinically starts trying to work the tremors out of her traumatized muscles. He figures it's the least he can do for now.

Her overstretched muscles finally stop misfiring as he works on them, Betty sleeping in his arms. She looks so peaceful...especially compared to the rage monster that had been pulling apart the broken machine earlier.

There's a space of time before she's able to start waking up. Her eyes flicker open sleepily. She felt like she could sleep for days...the blur above her resolves into Bruce's face and she blinks, not comprehending what just happened.

"...did...I...." She could remember something but it seemed like a bad dream. A horrible bad dream. "Was I asleep?"

For the briefest of instants, he's tempted to lie to her. It doesn't take him long to remember how much he, personally, hates being lied to or how thin the words would be, once she got a good look at herself and her surroundings.

"Unconscious," he corrects, making a small, sour face. "You kind of ... yeah."

He still had blood on his face...that was enough to bring back a few memories, a gasp catching in her throat. He had told her once that being the Hulk was like those LSD trips they were a part of in an experiment in college. She would later say that was an understatement.

She had a flash of green hands reaching for....him. Betty starts trembling, not knowing what to do with the memories flickering in on her. Her eyes starting to fill with tears. "What did I do??"

"Nothing big," he promises, fingers brushing over the cut on his forehead again as he notices her eyes drawn to it. It's stopped bleeding, thankfully, as far as he can tell. "I kind of did this to myself. Sort of."

He pauses, realizing he's neither making much sense or being entirely reassuring, and starts again. "There was an explosion. That's how I got the knock on my head. When we came to, I was afraid of letting the -- the Other Guy out, but I ... kind of couldn't."

Another pause. "You sort of ... you know. And trashed the rest of the machine we were working on. Then you collapsed. That's about it."

She struggles to sit up, still physically exhausted but her mind is reeling. She couldn't have...

But it seemed she did. The destroyed lab around them was evidence of the explosion and her clothes were torn, the sleeves missing. It was ridiculous. Impossible. "But...but how??"

Oh no, if she had the Hulk...realization washes over her face, she had to keep from getting angry. Or scared. Not that she felt up to being angry at the moment but this was all pretty terrifying.

"I don't know," he answers, tracing his tongue over his lips. He still can't quite get his head around that one, and he's not sure if it's because he has a concussion or because, hysterically ironic but true, he's only living as half a person at the moment, his temper and his fear muted, if not stripped from him entirely. "It shouldn't be possible. But I can't ... "

He closes his eyes briefly, sucking in a deep but staccato breath through his teeth, and tries to focus on all the great upsets in his life. His father's treatment of him and his mother when he was young. Betty's father and the way he lied to him, then hounded him for years. Natasha lying to him, not once but twice, and so on and so forth. His pulse jumps lazily, real fury not wanting to come, and he can feel his blood pressure rising slowly with it, but beyond that he feels no different. If anything, he feels vaguely hollow.

He opens his eyes, shaking his head. "Guess the Other Guy's on vacation."

She watches him closely, not sure at first what he was trying to do. "You can't..." her voice trailing off. That clinched it. Since when was Bruce not able to get angry and transform?

She manages a wan smile, a half hearted attempt to see the good in this situation. "I suppose you could go do something stressful now if you wanted to. Till we figure this out." While she tried to stay calm. Something she hadn't had too much experience in.

"Yeah, bungee jumping still isn't really my idea of a good time," he shoots back.

He takes a moment to scrub a hand over his face, banishing what thin anger he managed to call up, and looks at her levelly as he drops his hand back into his lap. A moment of silence follows, and then, "We'll figure it out. Until then, though ... little secret? Find something that kind of irritates you and focus on it. Nothing big, just -- accidentally burning your toast or something. I know how it sounds, but being at least a little angry all the time helps."

He'll find her a heart monitor, too. It won't be infallible, considering that's not quite how things work, but it'll serve as an early warning system. He just hopes she won't need it for too long.

She almost snaps back at that, not used to the sharp tones from him. That and she's not exactly the most stable person right now. But Betty bites her tongue, knowing that would do more harm than good.

She nods, trying to think of something that might do the trick. While he's looking for a heart monitor, she takes a moment to go get cleaned up in the shower. She feels so exhausted...it's five minutes before she realizes she's stepped into the shower, torn clothes and all, just standing there under the water with her eyes closed. And another moment to realize she didn't care, sliding down to sit in the tub and feel the hot water running down her. As if she wished it might wash away the memories of the past half hour.

Bruce might have to check on her in a bit if she stays in too long.

Bruce returns some time later, with a heart monitor slapped together hurriedly from parts from one of Tony's watches, some other random parts and a little help from JARVIS -- it's not pretty, not polished, but it'll do the trick in a pinch -- and a packet of unfrosted strawberry poptarts. He would have made her a sandwich, since he figures she'll be hungry and there's more than enough food in the kitchen, what with all the other Avengers minus Thor in the building, but he thinks better of it when he realizes how much his dietary habits have changed over the years. While in Kolkata, he became a vegetarian out of necessity, and hasn't thought to break that habit now that he's back Stateside; who knows if she's stopped eating meat for one reason or another, too? Poptarts will have to do until he knows for sure, just something to tide her over until she can get a real meal in her.

Either way, he sets both down on the table when he hears the sound of running water in the bathroom, and settles in to wait for her to finish. When the amount of time she takes begins to grow worrisome, he fidgets idly in his chair -- he'd be lying if he said he wasn't grateful he could still worry, when he seems incapable of true anger at the moment -- and then gets up, moving to the bathroom door. He spends another few minutes lingering there before he finally decides to knock on the door.

No answer.

Betty's actually fallen asleep in the tub in her wet clothes, she's so exhausted. The warm water is a comfort and the entire bathroom is all steamed up.

After a moment or two of hesitation, he lets himself into the bathroom, not quite fearing the worst, but not expecting the best, either. He can't help but sigh in relief when he finds her, still clothed in the shower, and he kneels down at the edge of the tub, one hand reaching to shake her gently, unmindful of the fact that he's soaking the sleeve of his shirt and his shoulder.

"Betty?"

...green hands reaching smashing don't hurt Bruce...Bruce...

Betty starts awake at being shook, terrified that she's the Hulk again before seeing who it is. A shaky sigh of relief. "...sorry."

Now realizing she's all wet and sitting in a few inches of water in the tub. "Oh."

"It's fine," he promises, knowing all too well what the dreams (nightmares) after a transformation are like. He doesn't envy her then, nor does he have the heart to tell her that she'll probably be at their mercy for the next few days, assuming they can't get this fixed before then. How do you really deliver that kind of news?

He brushes his hand over her shoulder lightly, then pulls his hand back. "I'll ... get you a towel."

She sighs, wiping the water out of her face and reaching to try and shut off the water. "I thought..." her voice trailing off for a moment. "...it's irrational. If I showered long enough, it might be a bad dream."

If anything, she now understands what it is that Bruce goes through every day, even if this is a small part of it.

"It's not irrational." God knows he's wished the same thing, many a time over the years -- that if he just showered long enough, he could wash away the madness of his life.

He offers her a brief, but entirely sympathetic look and moves to get a towel out of the linen closet. He's still wearing the same look when he returns with it, moments later. "I wish I could tell you that actually worked."

She shivers a little, stepping out and dripping on the floor as he brings her the towel. Betty wraps it around herself, not looking at him as he speaks. Without a word, she steps in close, just wanting to be held for a moment.

He allows her that, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her tight against him with a little less hesitation than he might have shown before. Slowly, he turns his head to rest against hers. As with the shower, he doesn't seem to either care or notice that he's getting wet, himself.

"I'm sorry," he says after sometime of silence. He may feel odd, like half a person at the moment, but he's still more than willing to take the blame for everything and anything. Really, though, who else could be at fault here?

Usually, she would tell him to stop apologizing. This time...she feels partly responsible.

"...me too," she says quietly into his shoulder.

Once she's able to compose herself again, Betty finally speaks again. "What do we do?" Focus on fixing it, that's what they needed to do. But she wasn't sure if they should be looking for a cure or a way to switch back. As bad as it was, she couldn't give this back to Bruce.

"It's not your fault." He really believes that, too. The explosion that caused this -- assuming it's at fault here in the first place -- could have happened to either of them. She didn't know that would happen or that this would be the end result. It's not her fault.

He pushes concepts of blame out of mind when she poses her question, however, and wets his lips with his tongue, looking thoughtful. "We could probably recreate the, uh, accident. If we're lucky, if that's what actually caused it, maybe we'll bounce back."

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