Hulk Drabble
Requested by cygny. Post Movie-verse so spoilers abound.
Here's hoping that I get this one right
Disclaimer: Hulk is Marvel's. I'm only borrowing.
Bruce is singing to himself as he pushes through the forest. He loves it here where life is vibrant, untamed and feral. The whole jungle seems to be one gigantic web of interlaced life. Every breath is rich with the scent of pollen and new growth.
He is happy here as he never was 'at home'. Life in the city was dull, stagnant and constrained. The part of him that is still his father - a remmnant from the epic battle that so nearly killed them both - echoes his contentment.
Another thing to be grateful for. He knows his father loves him and is proud of him and would do just about anything to protect him. He remembers their fight and the moment when they were both completely open and exposed to each other. He can remember the moment when he chose to take back the dangers and isolation of the Hulk and let his father slip away, reasorbed into the living cycle of life all around them. But he is part of that cycle, his heart beats to the same underlying tune as those of every living thing around him.
He misses Betty, in an abstract sort of way. He could never be what she wanted...maybe needed him to be. She wanted ...a vanilla kind of husband. One who would support her without needing her to do more than be there. Someone unlike her father yet with his strength and his devotion. Someone who loves her in a shy, commited manner.
He can't love like that. Bruce thinks sometimes that he never really loved her so much as he loved the ideal she represented. A beautiful, intelligent woman who would make a good wife and life-partner...a highly desirable achievement for a normal person. He wanted to be normal once but now, with his experience and his father's knowledge, he realises that that was never going to happen. In his more honest moments he accepts that he doesn't really want it to.
Bruce remembers the effortless leap that carries him miles in a single bound. The exhilaration of pure, primitive rage thundering through his veins. The Hulk snarls and rages within him, but Bruce knows that they are not truly seperate entities shackled together in this body but the flip-sides of a single, inhuman pysche.
When he first came here, he was hurt, afraid and bitter at everything from his former life. It took a while and a lot of damage to the surrounding landscape, but he has made his peace with the demons that plague his dreams.
This is his home and he is happy here. As he thinks that and allows himself a faint smile, the breeze carries the scent of cigar smoke and gun-metal. Bruce's smile vanishes into a snarl and he quickens his pace, feeling the tingle as Hulk stirs.
He breaks through the undergrowth, eyes already filling with an emerald sheen. His voice roars out, sending birds sqwalking into the sky. "What are you doing in my rain forest?"
Aaaaaaaaaargh! Okay, I can't write today. Gomen nasai, hon.
Here's hoping that I get this one right
Disclaimer: Hulk is Marvel's. I'm only borrowing.
Bruce is singing to himself as he pushes through the forest. He loves it here where life is vibrant, untamed and feral. The whole jungle seems to be one gigantic web of interlaced life. Every breath is rich with the scent of pollen and new growth.
He is happy here as he never was 'at home'. Life in the city was dull, stagnant and constrained. The part of him that is still his father - a remmnant from the epic battle that so nearly killed them both - echoes his contentment.
Another thing to be grateful for. He knows his father loves him and is proud of him and would do just about anything to protect him. He remembers their fight and the moment when they were both completely open and exposed to each other. He can remember the moment when he chose to take back the dangers and isolation of the Hulk and let his father slip away, reasorbed into the living cycle of life all around them. But he is part of that cycle, his heart beats to the same underlying tune as those of every living thing around him.
He misses Betty, in an abstract sort of way. He could never be what she wanted...maybe needed him to be. She wanted ...a vanilla kind of husband. One who would support her without needing her to do more than be there. Someone unlike her father yet with his strength and his devotion. Someone who loves her in a shy, commited manner.
He can't love like that. Bruce thinks sometimes that he never really loved her so much as he loved the ideal she represented. A beautiful, intelligent woman who would make a good wife and life-partner...a highly desirable achievement for a normal person. He wanted to be normal once but now, with his experience and his father's knowledge, he realises that that was never going to happen. In his more honest moments he accepts that he doesn't really want it to.
Bruce remembers the effortless leap that carries him miles in a single bound. The exhilaration of pure, primitive rage thundering through his veins. The Hulk snarls and rages within him, but Bruce knows that they are not truly seperate entities shackled together in this body but the flip-sides of a single, inhuman pysche.
When he first came here, he was hurt, afraid and bitter at everything from his former life. It took a while and a lot of damage to the surrounding landscape, but he has made his peace with the demons that plague his dreams.
This is his home and he is happy here. As he thinks that and allows himself a faint smile, the breeze carries the scent of cigar smoke and gun-metal. Bruce's smile vanishes into a snarl and he quickens his pace, feeling the tingle as Hulk stirs.
He breaks through the undergrowth, eyes already filling with an emerald sheen. His voice roars out, sending birds sqwalking into the sky. "What are you doing in my rain forest?"
Aaaaaaaaaargh! Okay, I can't write today. Gomen nasai, hon.