Rage

[armydoctor]

Follow-up to this.It had all come out. Though he'd been aware of the existence of the Hulk, vaguely, for some time, now he -- and everyone else -- knew the true facts of the matter. There'd been a public message, and an apology, and it was all very plain

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[greenisnteasy]

Aw, shit.

Since the message, he's been waiting for angry people to come banging on his door. Phil and Clint offered their room, and Loki too -- and he probably would've opted for Loki's, not wanting to burden them -- but he figured it would be better to deal with the pitchforks now, just get it over with. Clint's probably in the vents anyway.

That's actually comforting until he hears who's at the door. Uh oh. He really did mean it when he said they'd be fine with it, but he doesn't really want Clint to have to listen in on this. He looks up at the ceiling and quickly hops up onto the bed to tap against it.

"I got this one," he murmurs, hoping Clint can hear, and then he goes to answer the door.

"John." He smiles, and it's bright and defensive. He steps back and sweeps his arm into his room with only a small flourish. "Come in and speak with me, then."

[armydoctor]

Watson came in, and he shut the door behind him. For a moment, he just leaned back against the store, giving Bruce a careful, but also very hard, look. Part of him pointed out that he'd just shut himself in with a man who had the potential to turn into a monster when provoked, and was now about to yell at him, and that this was probably unwise especially as he hadn't armed himself. He couldn't seriously think of that possibility -- it was still Bruce, after all -- but nevertheless, he thought of it.

Fine. He could channel his own rage.

"You have a heart condition, do you?" He scowled.

[greenisnteasy]

"It is tied to my heart rate."

Bruce is remarkably calm, purposefully calm. He'd already been braced for conversations along these lines, and he's ready for whatever Watson's going to throw at him. And if he isn't ready, then he'll make himself ready. All his defenses are thrown up, and if you look hard enough, that calm is a thinly veiled bundle of energy.

"It was shitty of me not to tell you, but I'm not really in the business of letting that secret out, when I can avoid it. What was I supposed to say? 'Before we have our random hookup, I have to tell you that I turn into a big green monster sometimes'?"

[armydoctor]

Oh, secrets. He understood secrets. Granted, generally not quite this... big, but he nevertheless understood. Unfortunately, that understanding was more cerebral than truly felt.

"If there was a potential for it to mean that you might just turn into that 'big green monster' while you were fucking me, then perhaps I should have known exactly what I was agreeing to. That is what you were concerned about, wasn't it? Bloody hell, Banner. And I was worried about your weak heart and whether you'd overexert yourself into cardiac arrest."

He felt a fool, more than anything, and Watson hated feeling a fool. He inhaled sharply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What right do you have to make that decision for me?"