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"I don't enjoy these murders, he does."
"There's no lie there, Stevie. I'm no murder. He demands it."
"For a doctor you’re pretty bad at lying, Bruce. Would you like to try again?”
He slammed his hands on the table, glaring at her. "I'm no murderer. He's not monster, not I."
"Except that you are the very definition of a murderer, Bruce. You kill people, whether it’s because…Hulk demands it or not, it’s still at your hand. You’re a killer.”
"You don't want to know what a monster looks like, Captain. You won't like me when I'm angry."
There was an imperceptible twitch of her eye from surprise, a slight ringing within her ear at the loudness of the sound.
"You’re both monsters. Him because he requires death to remain calm, and you because the blood is on your hands, Bruce. Some part of you even enjoys it.”
He demeanor changed, all in a moment. His shoulders squaring, jaw becoming set, his eyes darkening.
"You shouldn't be scared of me, Captain. You're the real monster here, aren't you? I know things, I know. You harlot."
"Was that supposed to be a real threat? You don’t scare me, Doctor Banner. Either side of you.”
"Brucie doesn't notice but I do. She leaves for the night. She goes home after a fight. But people are murdered. Such pretty lips, Temptress."
"I don’t know what it is you think you know, Doctor, but I can guarantee that I will not take another such insult lightly.”
She became imperceptibly tense in her agitation, as well as waiting for him to attack her. Always on her guard.
"I know the secret. Can't help yourself, can you? All the things you've done. But the blood taste good, the release is too tempting."
"How nice of you to join the conversation, Hulk. I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, however.”
"Stupid, stupid girl. Brucie plays so smart but he only sees what he wants to see, no, he didn't see the lips, such pretty lips pressed to paper. Your own flaw, you couldn't resist."
"…And you know my secret, how? No one else has been smart enough to notice, Bruce included.”
"Why would I put an end to such beautiful murders. Such lovely gore, the colors so sweet and succulent. Beautiful, stupid girl. Your end won't be at my hand."
"The kisses… No, I couldn’t resist. It’s the flaw of every killer, wanting to leave behind your mark. And what do you intend to do with this information, rat out the Temptress?”
"I'm murderous, not mindless you'll too quickly find out if you don't learn to watch your tongue bitch."
"While I appreciate being called beautiful, I do not appreciate being called stupid. Of course… I’d rather be stupid than mindless like you.”
"There is no glory in murder only the delusion. Not nothing more that a whore and a killer don't delude yourself with any sort of grandeur. The lie of being some sort of patriotic savior is enough."
"Again, I’d rather be a bitch than crazy. All of me is still here. I have no other personality that’s too weak to deal with the glory of bloodshed.”
"Temper, Temper, little Temptress. If you kill me they'll know. They'll know everything about their sweet, precious star spangled wonder."
Her nostrils flared and the blonde was quick to round the table and push the man against it; her eyes blazed much like blue fire.
"I. Am. Not. A whore. Call me that again, and I will gut you.”
He shifted them around so that she was the one pressed back to the table.
"What would Brucie like from his starry eyed idol. Such a woman he likes, and if I had her instead. Oh it would eat him up. That is what I want."
Stevie knew he was right, she wouldn’t dare risk her secret becoming know just because of her short temper.
"What do you want in return for your silence?”
"I want him to suffer. I want to fuck you, and I want you to tell him what happened, every detail."
"You want sex in return? Who knew the mindless killer had a sex drive.”
If anything were to intrigue her while also making her grossly uncomfortable, it would definitely be this.
"Tell him I had you, or I'll tell him what you are, I'll tell e v e r y o n e."
He leaned in close to her person, and placed a hand to her throat, not threatening her but holding her in place as he pressed his lips to hers.
Her agitation was clear in her eyes as she stared up at the brunette, lightly rolling her hips against his.
"You and I both know the likelihood of me doing that, is very slim.”
"The doctor is predictable, and you are lovely. Hush now."
He moved his hand to cover her mouth while the other tore open her top. He was not gentle, or tamed in the least. His eyes moved to her chest. One hand moved to grip her breast, squeezing and massaging it.
Her eyes slowly slipped shut as she returned the kiss, teeth nipping at his bottom lip and pulling as she leaned away.
"Fine, but answer me this, why do you wish to hurt him so badly? Who’s to say this will really upset him anyway?”
His hips press to hers as he continues to massage her breast. A moment later his hand fell to her skirt, pushing it up.
"Naughty, naughty girl. He's had so many thoughts of this, he would be so pleased if he knew," he said in almost in a growl, his hands tightening around her mouth just slightly. He's pleased.
The aggressiveness with which he ripped her top open, lit a small flame of surprise within Stevie, as well as desire; and despite how easy it would’ve been to remove Hulk’s hand, the blonde allowed it to stay and arched lightly into his hand.
He moved his hand between them to rub roughly at her sex, his head dipping to bite at her neck and chest. He was both in a rush to have his way with the super soldier and patiently wanting to draw out his use of her.
Her eyes narrowed on him, despite the barely there pleasure she felt from the press of his hips into her. She had half a mind to bite his hand but refrained as she pushed back enough to sit on the table, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist to bring him closer.
He groaned low and throaty like a growl his hand slipping back around her neck as his hips bucked into her hand. He had very little control, and he was well aware of this as he bite at her breast and nipple. He slipped two fingers inside of her, needing to feel her.
Stevie quietly moaned, head tipping back as she moved against his fingers with a small shiver. Her hands moved from their place beside her to undo his belt and push a hand into his boxers to wrap around his length; giving a lazy but firm stroke.
He glared at her, his hand gripping her tighter as his other hand began to move fast inside of her, "I won't kill you," he responded, "Unless you don't let me go."
Her free hand was quick to wrap around his wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise, her eyes opening to glare at him despite the wetness beginning to coat the fingers inside her at the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. “Don’t.”