"Good idea." Bruce glanced in the direction of the noise, and headed promptly in the opposite direction. The forest floor could be worse on his feet - it could be rocky, or hot desert, or any number of things that he'd crossed similarly - but it still would get very unpleasant after a few hours. It would also be very dark in a few hours, and that would present an entirely new set of problems.
Reaching out, Darcy wraps her fingers around the back of Bruce's shirt and makes sure to keep and eye on whatever is behind them just in case. She is not going to effing die in the woods.
Bruce reaches back with his free hand, offering it to her. He's not about to lose her in the woods - and if worst comes to worst, he'll protect her. Though if she had that taser, he'd be more scared of her.
"Do you remember anything from last night other than going out with Thor and the others?"
He nods, still constantly scanning their surroundings. He can feel the other guy waking up in the back of his mind - just as sluggish and hungover as Bruce was upon wakening. Definitely drugged, then. He wasn't raging yet, though, just disgruntled, and that was easily within Bruce's control. Go back to sleep. Just for now.
"I don't either. I barely remember deciding to go anywhere."
Darcy's head snaps towards the slight crack of a branch about 30 yards behind them, and pulls Bruce along, whispering to him "If we need Big Green, do you think he will recognize me? Or will I need to hide away from your lovely hairy cousin?"
Bruce had turned towards it as well, tensing and staring. He slowly looks around them, electing to keep walking for now. "If we do, I think he'll be agreeable enough. He remembers you. But I still don't want you feeling completely safe with him."
The Hulk was never pleased when he was groggy, but he was easier to control. Easy enough to steer away from the Tiny Funny One, who he found entertaining anyway. But there were never any guarantees with him, and he didn't want to teach his friends that there were, as much as he appreciated their trust.
Darcy nods and quickens her pace as the sounds start to advance. "Right. Keep on my toes. Should we you know..." She makes a vague gesture of hiding, or mimes if they should run, not stopping her brisk pace as she does so.
Bruce swallows, glancing behind them. "I think we should probably run." He decides, gripping her hand tightly. He picks up the pace, mindful of not tripping or rushing Darcy into stumbling. Whatever was making the noise behind them was definitely following them, and had no intention of stopping.
Darcy makes a noise and does her best to follow, ever so occasionally actually out running him in her haste to get the fuck away. "Fucking motherfucker."
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She is not going to effing die in the woods.
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"Do you remember anything from last night other than going out with Thor and the others?"
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"I don't either. I barely remember deciding to go anywhere."
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The Hulk was never pleased when he was groggy, but he was easier to control. Easy enough to steer away from the Tiny Funny One, who he found entertaining anyway. But there were never any guarantees with him, and he didn't want to teach his friends that there were, as much as he appreciated their trust.
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"Fucking motherfucker."
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