Hulk Frowned. "Banner Angry. Banner Upset. Hulk Here To Protect Banner From Angry Lady. Why Hulk Let

Hulk frowned. "Banner angry. Banner upset. Hulk here to protect Banner from Angry Lady. Why Hulk let Angry Lady back in?" Hulk pressed his knuckles closer to the floor, letting his hands flatten out. He moved his hands so he could press his palms flat against the floor.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

"I'm glad you'll have that, then," Bruce replied, looking down at her, tracing numbers absently into her skin. "It'll be good for you. Good place to be. Good... Yeah, a good place. Tell the Professor I said hello. And don't... Don't miss me too much. I'll see you again soon, I promise. We just need... I don't know, time. More control. Something." Bruce stood from the bed.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what's up? Unless you'd prefer I called?

Bruce tugged the sweatshirt on, zipping it up and dropping his head into his hands. He rubbed at his scalp, further messing up his hair.

"Holy hell," Bruce murmured. "Andie, I can't... We can't be around each other if you're going to lose control like that. That's dangerous."

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce frowned, squinting at her before he bent to rummage around in his torn pants for his glasses. Once he shoved them on, he closed the space between himself and Andie.

"Don't make my decisions for me," Bruce said. "And, Andie, that's not what I meant. Andie... I-I meant, why did you tell him? Why didn't you tell me?"

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce frowned down at his phone. He hoped Andie wasn't sick... God, he felt helpless here, countries and seas and entire continents away from her, but there was nothing he could do right now. He tried to swallow back the nervousness in his throat as he dialed her number and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello, Andie?"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?