Death to the Child - [1/3]
Title; Death to the Child
Author; lacegloves
Fandom; Avengers
Pairing; Tony Stark/Bruce Banner
Rating; PG, so far.
Warning; Angst.
Notes; This mini-fic implies a few things, including: If the Hulk is hurt enough, he turns back into Bruce, Bruce is unharmed from any damage the Hulk receives, Tony works in accordance with SHIELD, and Tony being Iron man is secret from the general public.
Loosely based on the fanvideo here. Written for a friend.
Waking up was hardly waking at all. Tranquilizers were embedded in his side and their effects were dwindling, but still quite there. The world was swimming and he was floating mid-air until he crashed through a wall and down over a splintered desk. He couldn’t remember anything except the pain of his body growing, his bones shifting, fear invading his mind. Then it had been all a high, sudden and fast and exciting.
Now he was naked and busted pipes were raining water down over his bare form.
That was the first time the hulk had a appeared and the last time Bruce felt normal. It took only a matter of hours to learn of the damage he had done, a day to find he was being tracked like an animal. He ran, ditching all means of his past as if running through water to throw off his scent. His cards were tossed, his phone smashed and his apartment abandoned.
Tony Stark was just discovering his new element when the file was brought before him.
An unknown beast, a monster, was loose. He flipped through the data uncertainly before agreeing to help take down the creature. He wasted the life of one of his suits before he came across the hulk in South America. A few last minute blasts meant large boulders tossed his way, but in the end the monster ran and Tony fell from the sky. Pepper retrieved him hours later with a helicopter.
Four weeks passed by without any sign of the green beast and then it showed itself in the south of Brazil. Tony was there in minutes with a suit he had modified to hold more arsenal than most war ships. In the deserted wild bullets, bombs and clouds of smoke rained down over a single creature and when the dust cleared nothing stood but the tired beast as it shrunk down into the shape of a man.
Tony, for the first time since his ransomed kidnapping, felt again as if his heart had been ripped out.
The man below lay in a fetal position, naked and dirty. He seemed unharmed despite the attack that left him lying in dusty rubble.
Tony landed a few feet from the man’s body. Part of him feared, despite the suit’s data saying otherwise, that the man was dead. That he had killed him. The beast was violent, tempered and lashed out, but this man looked fragile, broken, and haunted as he scampered away from Tony as soon as he came back to himself. He looked panicked.
Then a shot came from above, a tranquilizer that struck Bruce in the shoulder. The hulk was tired in the back of his mind, briefly reaching for control, but not soon enough to save Bruce from being knocked out by the drug invading his blood stream.
SHIELD collected Dr. Banner’s body, took him aboard the helicarrier, and locked him in a glass cell created by Tony Stark, himself.
When Bruce woke again he was laying on an uncomfortable cot and looking at a familiar man in a Black Sabbath T-shirt. His vision blurred and focused and blurred again and the man just on the other side of the glass was watching him with the most remorseful expression on his face. As if he had brought death to something innocent and pure. Bruce shifted just barely on his cot, wanting to push himself up, wanting to stand, wanting to walk to this man. Instead his drug addled body did nothing more than topple the cot onto it’s side and leave him falling and rolling onto his back against the cold floor.
Author; lacegloves
Fandom; Avengers
Pairing; Tony Stark/Bruce Banner
Rating; PG, so far.
Warning; Angst.
Notes; This mini-fic implies a few things, including: If the Hulk is hurt enough, he turns back into Bruce, Bruce is unharmed from any damage the Hulk receives, Tony works in accordance with SHIELD, and Tony being Iron man is secret from the general public.
Loosely based on the fanvideo here. Written for a friend.
Waking up was hardly waking at all. Tranquilizers were embedded in his side and their effects were dwindling, but still quite there. The world was swimming and he was floating mid-air until he crashed through a wall and down over a splintered desk. He couldn’t remember anything except the pain of his body growing, his bones shifting, fear invading his mind. Then it had been all a high, sudden and fast and exciting.
Now he was naked and busted pipes were raining water down over his bare form.
That was the first time the hulk had a appeared and the last time Bruce felt normal. It took only a matter of hours to learn of the damage he had done, a day to find he was being tracked like an animal. He ran, ditching all means of his past as if running through water to throw off his scent. His cards were tossed, his phone smashed and his apartment abandoned.
Tony Stark was just discovering his new element when the file was brought before him.
An unknown beast, a monster, was loose. He flipped through the data uncertainly before agreeing to help take down the creature. He wasted the life of one of his suits before he came across the hulk in South America. A few last minute blasts meant large boulders tossed his way, but in the end the monster ran and Tony fell from the sky. Pepper retrieved him hours later with a helicopter.
Four weeks passed by without any sign of the green beast and then it showed itself in the south of Brazil. Tony was there in minutes with a suit he had modified to hold more arsenal than most war ships. In the deserted wild bullets, bombs and clouds of smoke rained down over a single creature and when the dust cleared nothing stood but the tired beast as it shrunk down into the shape of a man.
Tony, for the first time since his ransomed kidnapping, felt again as if his heart had been ripped out.
The man below lay in a fetal position, naked and dirty. He seemed unharmed despite the attack that left him lying in dusty rubble.
Tony landed a few feet from the man’s body. Part of him feared, despite the suit’s data saying otherwise, that the man was dead. That he had killed him. The beast was violent, tempered and lashed out, but this man looked fragile, broken, and haunted as he scampered away from Tony as soon as he came back to himself. He looked panicked.
Then a shot came from above, a tranquilizer that struck Bruce in the shoulder. The hulk was tired in the back of his mind, briefly reaching for control, but not soon enough to save Bruce from being knocked out by the drug invading his blood stream.
SHIELD collected Dr. Banner’s body, took him aboard the helicarrier, and locked him in a glass cell created by Tony Stark, himself.
When Bruce woke again he was laying on an uncomfortable cot and looking at a familiar man in a Black Sabbath T-shirt. His vision blurred and focused and blurred again and the man just on the other side of the glass was watching him with the most remorseful expression on his face. As if he had brought death to something innocent and pure. Bruce shifted just barely on his cot, wanting to push himself up, wanting to stand, wanting to walk to this man. Instead his drug addled body did nothing more than topple the cot onto it’s side and leave him falling and rolling onto his back against the cold floor.