Ficlet: Just Like Aways (The Incredible Hulk)
Pairing: Bruce Banner/Emil Blonsky
Rating: R (violence)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
Notes: Movieverse AU. Written for scandalmonger. This one ended up a bit too big for a comment ^^
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When Blonsky finally catches up with Bruce Banner, he’s transformed into the monster. Has blocked an entire highway, in fact, crushing cars like dead leaves, roaring against the cacophony of horns and screams and broken glass.
Well then.
Blonsky will have to do something about that.
He takes off at a run, his mind already racing ahead. The hulk is silhouetted against the sky, a sheer drop behind him - Blonsky jumps clean over a stalled car, glass crunching under his boots - just a little faster, just a little…
Blonsky slams into Banner at just about the fastest speed he’s ever run. And Banner may be strong, like this, strong like nothing Blonsky’s ever seen, but strength doesn’t always beat leverage. And physics.
They fall over the bridge together; air rushes past, his perspective widens, and all of the sudden he realizes just how fucking fast they’re both dropping. The water nears, the hulk roars loud enough rattle Blonsky’s bones, and Blonsky barely has enough time to scramble on top of the hulk’s body before they hit.
It jars Blonsky, badly, even though most of the impact was absorbed by the creature below him. The air is jolted out of Blonsky’s lungs and then he’s under the surface, fighting for breath, fighting for life. They separate, in the water, the current tugging south slow but inexorable.
Blonsky reaches air first, inhaling perhaps too fast, as the oxygen rush distorts the view in front of his eyes. His shoes are dragging him down, unaccustomed weights in the water. He’ll have to end this fight fast, or it’ll go quite badly for him.
Banner surfaces maybe ten meters downstream. Fixes his eyes on Blonsky, as soon as he does. Of course he doesn’t need air as much as Blonsky does, of course he’s not disoriented from the fall, because that would be too fucking easy, wouldn’t it?
The hulk charges Blonsky - as much as he can, swimming with something rather resembling half a breast stroke - and moves to grab him, pull him underwater.
He never gets that far.
Blonsky grips tight around Banner’s arm, letting his leg swing up, bootheel impacting hard against the monster’s nose. Just a quarter second of disorientation, that’s all it causes, but it’s enough. Blonsky slithers onto Banner’s shoulders, almost completely out of the water, literally standing on top of Banner.
He doesn’t wait around for the hulk’s limited brain to realize that the simplest way to get rid of Blonsky, right now, is grabbing on and submerging, and just letting him drown. Instead, he takes advantage of the one weakness he’s absolutely sure of, in the hulk’s physiology.
In a move more learned from his always-strict grandmother than any combat training, Blonsky boxes Banner’s ears.
The hulk is stunned, for a moment, and Blonsky uses that opening to slide his knife into the hulk’s right eye.
‘Slide’, perhaps, isn’t the right word. Banner’s skin is, apparently, bulletproof; as such, the clear gelatin of Banner’s eye seems to have a consistency more on par with crocodile skin than the soft tissue of a human eyeball.
“Listen to me,” hisses Blonsky, in the monster’s ear, “or I’ll kill you.”
Only one way to beat an animal - and that’s not by beating it senseless.
Banner stiffens under him, but he understands. He recognizes Blonsky’s voice.
“We’re swimming over to that shore now,” says Blonsky. “And we’re going to get nice and calm, and we’re going to wait for military backup. And you’re going to trust me.”
The hulk makes a kind of lowing sound. Mourning for his lost bid at freedom, perhaps.
Blonsky shifts the thought out of his mind. He doesn’t have the time for it.
On the beach, the hulk is passive. Broken, somehow. Covers his eye with his palm, like protecting it from the elements will make it heal.
Blonsky regrets, fleetingly, that he’d had to resort to such force.
It’s not long before the transformation takes effect, and Bruce Banner is standing there, just human, shivering in his bare scraps of clothing.
“What did you,” he manages, through chattering teeth.
Blonsky slips his jacket off and pulls it close, around Bruce’s shoulders. “I saved your life,” he says. Check’s Bruce’s eye - perfectly clean, perfectly smooth. The transformation healed it.
Choppers echo overhead. The backup is here.
Bruce’s fingers fist in the sodden fabric of Blonsky’s fatigues. He burrows his face in Blonsky’s neck - shaking with something besides the cold.
Blonsky signals for the chopper to land. Bringing Bruce back to military custody. Like he always does.
Rating: R (violence)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.
Notes: Movieverse AU. Written for scandalmonger. This one ended up a bit too big for a comment ^^
- - -
When Blonsky finally catches up with Bruce Banner, he’s transformed into the monster. Has blocked an entire highway, in fact, crushing cars like dead leaves, roaring against the cacophony of horns and screams and broken glass.
Well then.
Blonsky will have to do something about that.
He takes off at a run, his mind already racing ahead. The hulk is silhouetted against the sky, a sheer drop behind him - Blonsky jumps clean over a stalled car, glass crunching under his boots - just a little faster, just a little…
Blonsky slams into Banner at just about the fastest speed he’s ever run. And Banner may be strong, like this, strong like nothing Blonsky’s ever seen, but strength doesn’t always beat leverage. And physics.
They fall over the bridge together; air rushes past, his perspective widens, and all of the sudden he realizes just how fucking fast they’re both dropping. The water nears, the hulk roars loud enough rattle Blonsky’s bones, and Blonsky barely has enough time to scramble on top of the hulk’s body before they hit.
It jars Blonsky, badly, even though most of the impact was absorbed by the creature below him. The air is jolted out of Blonsky’s lungs and then he’s under the surface, fighting for breath, fighting for life. They separate, in the water, the current tugging south slow but inexorable.
Blonsky reaches air first, inhaling perhaps too fast, as the oxygen rush distorts the view in front of his eyes. His shoes are dragging him down, unaccustomed weights in the water. He’ll have to end this fight fast, or it’ll go quite badly for him.
Banner surfaces maybe ten meters downstream. Fixes his eyes on Blonsky, as soon as he does. Of course he doesn’t need air as much as Blonsky does, of course he’s not disoriented from the fall, because that would be too fucking easy, wouldn’t it?
The hulk charges Blonsky - as much as he can, swimming with something rather resembling half a breast stroke - and moves to grab him, pull him underwater.
He never gets that far.
Blonsky grips tight around Banner’s arm, letting his leg swing up, bootheel impacting hard against the monster’s nose. Just a quarter second of disorientation, that’s all it causes, but it’s enough. Blonsky slithers onto Banner’s shoulders, almost completely out of the water, literally standing on top of Banner.
He doesn’t wait around for the hulk’s limited brain to realize that the simplest way to get rid of Blonsky, right now, is grabbing on and submerging, and just letting him drown. Instead, he takes advantage of the one weakness he’s absolutely sure of, in the hulk’s physiology.
In a move more learned from his always-strict grandmother than any combat training, Blonsky boxes Banner’s ears.
The hulk is stunned, for a moment, and Blonsky uses that opening to slide his knife into the hulk’s right eye.
‘Slide’, perhaps, isn’t the right word. Banner’s skin is, apparently, bulletproof; as such, the clear gelatin of Banner’s eye seems to have a consistency more on par with crocodile skin than the soft tissue of a human eyeball.
“Listen to me,” hisses Blonsky, in the monster’s ear, “or I’ll kill you.”
Only one way to beat an animal - and that’s not by beating it senseless.
Banner stiffens under him, but he understands. He recognizes Blonsky’s voice.
“We’re swimming over to that shore now,” says Blonsky. “And we’re going to get nice and calm, and we’re going to wait for military backup. And you’re going to trust me.”
The hulk makes a kind of lowing sound. Mourning for his lost bid at freedom, perhaps.
Blonsky shifts the thought out of his mind. He doesn’t have the time for it.
On the beach, the hulk is passive. Broken, somehow. Covers his eye with his palm, like protecting it from the elements will make it heal.
Blonsky regrets, fleetingly, that he’d had to resort to such force.
It’s not long before the transformation takes effect, and Bruce Banner is standing there, just human, shivering in his bare scraps of clothing.
“What did you,” he manages, through chattering teeth.
Blonsky slips his jacket off and pulls it close, around Bruce’s shoulders. “I saved your life,” he says. Check’s Bruce’s eye - perfectly clean, perfectly smooth. The transformation healed it.
Choppers echo overhead. The backup is here.
Bruce’s fingers fist in the sodden fabric of Blonsky’s fatigues. He burrows his face in Blonsky’s neck - shaking with something besides the cold.
Blonsky signals for the chopper to land. Bringing Bruce back to military custody. Like he always does.