Hulk Frowned At Angry Lady.

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!"

Bruce frowned slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets, all his body language shutting down and cutting him off. "You've got some pretty good hobbies, should I be flattered?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. "And you don't have a problem with it, then? The... Other Guy? You're fine with it, not afraid at all?" 

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 shook his head. "No, no, I know you, you're just going to try talking in circles around me until I end up staying, and I know I shouldn't stay." Bruce grabbed his coat and shoved his shoes on. "I know what you meant, Andie, and you're right. My... I'm too volatile. I should've realized how this would've affected you before."

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

"Tony!" Bruce exclaimed, grinning. "How are you? You feeling okay?"