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“Anyone wanna- whoa!” Hulk hears Favorite’s voice just as he released the punching bag, the canvas sack of sand sailing toward him. Hulk freezes, waiting for the sound of impact and turns to run, certain that they’ll hurt him for what he’s just done. He can’t go through the door anymore, but he doesn’t want to destroy the walls and risk making Favorite even more mad. He stands, stymied for a moment and reacts blindly when he feels a hand against his elbow.
Whipping around, he bares his teeth at whoever dares to touch him. When he realizes who it is the relief he feels brings him to his knees, making the floor beneath them shake at the impact.
“What happened? I wanted to spar, but warn a guy first, eh?”
“Hulk sorry, Hulk mad, panic, not mean-”
Favorite’s voice rides over Hulk’s babble, “Calm down, no one got hurt and the damage was pretty minor. Why’d you panic?”
Trouble maker shoots two fingers up from where he was standing. “I was griping about those nitrous arrowheads that you gave me. Some of them leaked and it was funny at the time but considerably less so after the fact.” He looks away, nudging his toe against the floor. “I may have said something about wanting to kill you for that, but I didn't mean it. I was just venting, you know?”
“Yeah, I know, but maybe we lay off the ill-kay? It strikes me as a bad idea.”
Hulk watches the others nod, satisfied that his Favorite is safe. Hulk knows that these people are supposed to be friends, but he’s been burned before and he’s slow to trust. For him, Favorite will always come first.
Favorite claps his hands, and turns, “Great, now kiss and make up and it’ll be like it never happened.” The muscle-y blonds stand silent, watching the scene play out while the tiny red one taps a slender knife against her palm. The trouble maker won’t meet anyone’s eyes, speaking to the floor.
“I’m not doing that. I’ll apologize, but I’ll leave the kissing to you.”
The others chuckle and Hulk bristles at being laughed at.
Favorite shrugs, “Whatever. Your loss, man.” Turning back to Hulk, he waves him closer, stepping carefully between Hulk’s feet and tilting his head up. “No hard feelings, right?”
Hulk nods and lowers his face, bending until Favorite is close enough to press a kiss against his chin, and Hulk thinks that this is what forgiveness feels like. When they straighten, the others in the room look stunned and they both chuckle, Favorite’s laughter shining brightly against the depth of Hulk’s darker guffaws.
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Favorite had been gone forever and Hulk didn’t know when he was coming back. Other tried, but it was hard to share the same space and staying awake made Hulk so tired and sad and frustrated when Favorite was gone. For a while he slept.
A wash of fear from Other dragged him to the surface and Starman waved him over.
"We need to get in there. Tony's there and we have to bring him home."
Hulk growls. Someone took Favorite, maybe hurt him. Hulk wants him back and there is a wall in the way. Simple enough to fix. Charging ahead, Hulk slammed his fists against the wall, grinning ferally as the bricks began to give under the pressure of his blows.
Inside the wall, men are running and yelling and Hulk can feel the sting of bullets. But none of them are Favorite and he swipes a huge hand at the men closest to him before tearing the doors from their hinges.
Three more doors fly through the air before Hulk finds him lying on a table, one wrist free and sawing at the other restraint with a piece of jagged metal. He's bruised and bloody and Hulk wants to go back and find the people responsible for hurting him.
Favorite is hurt though, so he ignores his impulses, choosing instead to help snap the restraints before lifting the man up, carefully cradling him against his chest. His voice is soft and Hulk strains to make it out.
"Knew I could count on you." Hulk is proud that Favorite trusts him and he smiles, stroking a careful finger down his arm.
"Rest."
Favorite grabs his hand and tucks his face into the cup of Hulk’s palm, pressing a tired kiss to the skin.
"I can now, now that you're here." His voice goes quiet and Hulk looks down to where Favorite lies, finally letting himself sleep. Yes, Hulk thinks, I'll always be there for you.
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The battle was fierce and, of the six, only Hulk and Hawkeye walk away without major damage. Steve is nursing a broken jaw and several broken bones in his hands while Thor is calling for Heimdall, arms pressed tightly against his stomach to slow the blood. Widow is already in surgery to repair the damage to her shoulder and upper arm, although at last word from Coulson, the surgeons are pretty sure they can save it. Tony’s not sure, but he thinks his femur is probably broken and it’s only the pressure of the suit that’s keeping him from passing out at the pain.
He’s waiting for SHIELD support to show up and take charge of the scene, forced into the role of being responsible since he’s the only one still standing and in control of their faculties. Hulk paces at his side, growling any time he gets within a few feet of the bodies. Tony hopes that Bruce emerges soon, since he really isn’t sure he can keep himself calm much longer, the pain riding over his endorphins and lighting up the edges of his vision.
Finally, he manages to step wrong and even the suit is unable to compensate for the twisting step. Tony chokes on a scream, but Hulk understands more than most give him credit for swooping over to lift Tony gently before laying him flat on a bench that miraculously avoided the destruction of the fight.
“Favorite hurt.”
“Yeah, a bit.” Hulk frowns and Tony clarifies, hesitant to lie and have the Hulk find out. “Alright, more than a bit. Look, I know you’re worried, but I could really use Bruce now. He’s a doctor and I need one. SHIELD is coming, but it might be a while.”
Hulk scoffs, “Stupid suits.”
“Can’t say I disagree with that. If you concentrate do you think you could send Bruce back? I know you want to keep me safe and I appreciate that, but I’m fading buddy. Try?”
Hulk is torn. Tony can see it in his face as he argues with himself, possibly literally in this case. When Hulk finally settles on a course of action, Tony can see it in his eyes, watching as the green begins to settle and dim.
“Favorite safe, Other keep safe. Hulk go.” Tony watches as the Hulk lowers one hand to cup his face carefully before pressing a gentle kiss to his face, covering the entire right side.
“Hulk watch, if Favorite need, Hulk come.”
Tony watches, awed at Hulk’s words and actions. He watches as Hulk closes his eyes, watches as his brow furrows and his skin lightens, slipping from green to pink, shrinking into Bruce before finally stilling, crouched and totally human in front of him.
“What-”
“I know, I know, he loves me best.”
Tony’s vision tunnels on Bruce’s startled face and he smiles as the pain and fatigue finally succeed in pulling him under, knowing that no matter what, Hulk will keep him safe.
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I love it so.
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THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD
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There will never, ever be enough Hulk/Tony feels, and this one is just so perfect ;SJg;SHD'hs"e'h god I love it.
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It's so sweet and fluffy, I just want to hug it.
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