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Clint was shooting at the Hydra agents but they just kept coming.
“Bastards really take their motto of killing one head thousands come too damn serious,” he says as he shoots a switch that takes most of the Hydra agents out. He looks over at Hulk and laughs as the Hydra agents get some sort of dampeners out and begin to use it on the Hulk. Clint turns back to his post taking the other Hydra agents out knowing a little machine won’t hurt the Hulk.
Once the Hydra agents are dealt with he looks for Hulk, “hey big green you can come out now. Cupid is getting worried.”
The Hulk went down without a sound, taking down the Hydra goons with him; the dampeners crawled under his skin and started tugging him back inside, like sewing up a cut, while they forced Bruce from his long, uninterrupted slumber, and when he finally came back into his own body, he lay unconscious and half-naked on the ground, head lolled to the side.
Clint is walking around the deserted area except for knocked out Hydra agents or bodies when he spots a half naked guy. “Shit did he escape from here,” he goes over and checks the guys pulse and gets a weak pulse. “Hey you whoever you are you need to wake up,” he slaps the person on the face lightly trying to wake them up.
For a moment there’s no response, before Bruce’s eyes flutter open and he blinks wide eyes in confusion. Suddenly he spots Clint, and he turns pale, scrambling away from him and going into a crouched position, looking ready to bolt. He didn’t speak, voice too long disused or abused, and instead just let out a string of coughs and a growl.
Clint jumps back seeing Bruce’s eyes open. He watches as the naked guy growls out at him and scrambles into a corner like an animal. Clint raises his hands to show that he is harmless before moving towards the guy. Whatever Hydra did they messed this guy’s brain up.
“I’m Clint, a good guy. I’m not going to hurt you. What’s your name?”
The closer Clint comes, the tenser Bruce’s body becomes, his fists raised and his eyes wild. He doesn’t move to answer, just bares his teeth at Clint for a moment, before he glances down, trying to think, put his big brain back into order, because suddenly his name was hard to find, and his voice didn’t want to cooperate. His snarl falls as his face turns into a muddled look of confusion and rising fear.
Clint backs off and just squats a few feet away from the man looking at him before grimacing.
“They must have done a number on you little guy,” he holds out his hand, “come on man let’s get you to medical and get those scratches checked out.”
He looks at the man snarling wondering if he should just call animal control or tranq the guy first. It seemed easier if he could just knock the guy out and carry him to medical but Shield protocol wasn’t like that and there would be too much paperwork and Phil would yell at him. He sighs and tries getting closer to the man, “ok until I find your name out your name is going to be,” he looks at him once more and shrugs, “Fluffy cause you are covered in hair man.”
Bruce shakes his head minutely, closing his eyes and pressing an open calm to the side of his head, listening to the muted sounds of the Hulk beating around in there, upset about being locked up. But he couldn’t do anything, and he just let out a small groan, voice a croak, and looked to Clint, before looking at his naked self and frowning with a furrowed brow. His name still wouldn’t come to his tongue, and he simply let out another sigh, watching the archer wearily and straightening with difficulty.
Clint watches the exchange and raises and eyebrow. Oh yeah this dude was gone, long gone.
“Come on Fluffy let’s get you checked out,” he says leading the man to medical.
Clint stays in front of the man looking back every so often to make sure the guy is following him and hasn’t gone cationic yet. He looks around the wreckage and shouts for Hulk to come out.
“Hulk come on man Cupid needs to know you’re ok.”
Bruce slumps after the archer, hunched low and glancing in paranoia all around him, skittering over scattered rocks, not quite in control of his movements, limbs trembling and heavy.
And when he hears ‘Hulk’, he gives a full body flinch and finds his voice. “Hulk? Hu-ulk? No, no, not Hulk, no more, wait, wait—” And he breaks off, covers his face with his hands, and groans. “No, no, please.”
Clint turns around hearing the man speak and panic. “Hulk’s a good guy Fluffy and hey…” he doesn’t have time to do anything as he watches the man groan in pain and change into another form getting larger. He notches his arrow and trains it at the creature. Hydra might have done something irreparable to this guy and if they had it would be best to take him out of his misery.
He aims the bow at the man watching the man groan in pain and appear to get larger.
Bruce groans again, pulling at his hair in desperation. “Hulk, no, not yet, no, /please/!” But it took only a moment longer for the Hulk to grab control as Bruce turned his eyes towards Clint, wide and brown, before they fused green with the rest of him.
Clint watches as the man before him turns into the Hulk. He’s confused, “the fuck was that?”