Bruce Released Her Hands And Stood Up. "I Know You Can Handle It. You're Strong. I Don'twantyou To Handle

Bruce released her hands and stood up. "I know you can handle it. You're strong. I don't want you to handle it." Bruce motioned absently with his hands. "There's a reason I'm the only one who works on my serums, besides Tony - but I really can't stop him. There's a reason nobody runs tests with me. There's reasons. It's not just you, or your ability. It's everybody."

Bruce was trying to keep himself calm, but he needed her to understand. Getting worked up definitely wouldn't help the situation, and he knew that, trying to keep his heart rate from increasing. 

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce raised his eyebrows. "You talk to Steve?" Bruce had been unable to talk to anyone except Tony since they went their separate ways. At the beginning, it had been too difficult. Natasha, he had almost killed; Clint, he barely knew. Thor was... well, he was very far away. He wanted to call Steve, meet him for lunch, something, but what do you say to someone like him? Tony ended up being the only one he could relate to, and, by extension, the only one he saw.

"How is Steve?"

Hulk frowned. "Why sit? Angry Lady... advantage." Hulk listened to Banner's praise in his head, but Hulk ignored Banner in a second. 

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

"Natasha Stark, eh?" Bruce said. He released her hand, and moved to stand by her side. "So, this whole event's all your doing, then?"

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Hulk frowned at Angry Lady.

"You make angry," Hulk said, and he made fists. He pushed at the ceiling. It did not move. Room too small. Hulk angry, and Hulk does not fit. Hulk growled at Angry Lady.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"