Dawn of Something New
Masterlist
Chapter 11 - The Chase
Following closely behind Romanoff you crawl out from under some pipes, somewhere further into the lower engine rooms of the ship. It’s dark and quiet, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears.
Next to you creeps Agent Romanoff, her breathing is fast and her footsteps quiet on the metal floors.
In the distance you hear the loud thuds of the Hulk’s footsteps before it goes quiet again.
Straining your ears, you try to hear where the monster might have gone; to just hear the creaking of the aircraft, joint with the hums of metal machines and engines.
Crouched in front of you Romanoff silently pulls her gun from her thigh holster, holding it ready. Her hazel eyes wide with fear, glance around the room warily before looking at you. Silently she gestures forward to follow her, as she stealthily turns.
Coping her, you take out your staffs from your back harness. As you move out from under some machines, you both creep forward, hopefully away from the Hulk and to safer ground.
It’s apparent that luck isn’t on your side today as when you turn a corner he’s standing there. Breathing heavily and smelling the air, he’s partially blocked by a large machine- one that towers over you, but for him it doesn’t even reach his shoulders in this monstrous form.
Before you even have a chance to breath he spots you both.
Bearing his teeth, he lets out an almighty roar, looming over you both in his gigantic green form.
At the sound of his booming roar, your body tenses up. It’s like you’ve been frozen, all your muscles lock up. Your instincts fighting your will to move under the glower of such a powerful alpha threat.
Next to you, you hear Romanoff’s sharp intake of breath, before a loud gunshot next to you. Hot steam pours from an overhead pipe, directly into the Hulk’s face.
It’s not until Romanoff tightly grabs your right arm, half dragging you, do you get control of your limbs again.
You take off running quickly at her side as you hear Hulk snarl before he pursues you both.
As you fully regain control of your body, and are able to run at full speed, only then does Romanoff start to fall behind you.
As you run through a narrow passage, you take a chance to glance behind you. Thankfully agent Romanoff isn’t too far behind, however the Hulk is quickly gaining on her.
His body tears through the small passageway. The walls crumbling and the lights breaking and sparking, as he charges after you both.
Letting out another terrible growl he quickly catches up to her just as she makes it to the end of the narrow passageway. You watch in horror as he reaches out and backhands her.
Hitting her as if squatting a fly, the impact flings her to the side. She loudly crashes into a metal shipping container.
As the Hulk rushes out of the narrow passage with momentum, he crashes into a wall to stop himself, before turning to look back at Romanoff.
“Ah” Letting out a pained whimper, she sits up from the floor. Her back to the container she looks at him, terrified.
In that moment you didn’t think.
Letting out a deep growl, you charge.
With your weapons in your hands you run at him. Knowing the metal spear tips would do little to his hardened skin, you decide to not extend them, but instead just bash.
You hit him hard in the ankle and move quickly. Growling lowly he reaches down and tries to grab you. Feeling the brush of air behind you as he barely misses.
You hit him again in the back of the knee before moving just out of his reach.
Currently you may be little more than an annoying fly to him; not enough to actually injure him but hopefully you can distract him enough so that Agent Romanoff can escape.
As you hit him again and again; his strong musky acidic scent gets sharper and sharper, as you wind him up. Loudly smashing the floor next to you as you duck and dive.
You narrowly dodge just as his hand almost strikes you, only inches away do you then think maybe it’s not the best move to wind up a gigantic green rage monster... But then again, you never claimed to be the smartest. Just as long as you give Romanoff a chance to escape.
Roaring loudly as he narrowly misses you again, do you think his full attention is successfully on you. Deciding now is the time to run and get him away from here, you jab him one more time before setting off.
You don’t get a chance to glance back at Romanoff as you round a corner.
You can only hope she’s able to get up and run.
Unfamiliar with the ships lay out, you continue sprinting. As his thundering footsteps follow after you, his long strides a big advantage; he gains on you quickly.
Rushing through what seems to be another large equipment room, you go to slide under a large metal pipe, that will hopefully lead to smaller spaces. Your only hope is to use his large size against him.
As you make your way out the other side of the pipe, you accidentally drop one of your staffs. You can hear him behind you, the stomps of his feet slowly gaining on you. Unable to stop and pick up your staff, you have to keep running.
Crashing through behind you, the Hulk seems to tirelessly gaining on you.
Now with only one staff, you spot a metal staircase, leading to a metal walkway like before.
Maybe you will have better vantage at higher ground.
As you climb the stairs, two at a time, your steps echoing on the metal surface; your make it to the walkway above.
However just as you make it, you feel the floor beneath you shake.
Glancing to your right, you see the Hulk grab the walkway and is ripping it off its hinges. With the sharp screeching as the nuts and bolts give to his immense strength, the metal beneath you gives way.
Dropping your remaining staff with a clang, you jump and manage to grab onto a pipe above you.
As he tears the metal walkway and throws it away, resulting in a loud crash behind you, you’re left dangling.
Before you can get a chance to pull yourself up, a large hard engulfs your torso, ripping you from the pipe.
The Hulk has you in his mutated hand, gripping you so tightly- you swear you can hear your bones creak.
As the air is squeezed from your lunges, he turns your frame to look at him. Snarling he brings you close to his face.
You look up to him at his rage filled face, his green eyes glaring at you; he opens his mouth and bares his teeth.
Terror.
Pure terror.
That’s all you can feel in that moment.
Is.. is this how you die?
As he clenches his hand tighter, you let out a pained cry.
Whimpering, you close your eyes as you wait for the impact.
You wait.
Over the sound of your deafening heartbeat, you listen to his heaving breaths; each long exhale resulting in a blast of warm air on your body.
His fist loosens slightly and feel him move you forwards towards his looming face, his loud breathing now much, much closer.
Cautiously you open your eyes. Now face to face with the him, he’s intensely looking at you. Your so close you can make out small flecks of brown in him dark green eyes.
Now his tight grip slightly looser, your able to intake a small ragged gasp of air.
So close to him, you get dunked headfirst with his scent.
His pheromones are rich and heavy, musky. Taking another deep breath, it’s a sharp, acrid, heady smell. -It makes you think of nail polish remover or paint- the sort of chemical smell you either love or hate. ..The sort of smell you can’t help but take another big intake of.
It’s so strong and overpowering. Something so undoubtably alpha. It makes you lightheaded and eyelids heavy.
As the Hulk makes a low grumbling sound, one that vibrates through your body, only then does it seem to snap you back into reality.
It’s then do you realise you’ve been completely lax in his warm grip and letting your pheromones out. Your body unconsciously reacting from the danger and overwhelming alpha pheromones in the air.
Your own scent fills the space, mixing with his.
As he lets out another low grumble, do you dare look up at him again. His face no longer screwed up in anger, overcome by rage, but instead furrowed slightly, as if unsure.
You trace your eyes over his face, from his intense eyes, to his thick dark hair, speckled with grey. Looking over his strong sharp jawline and light stubble on his cheeks.
Maybe it’s his overwhelming scent making you lightheaded and not thinking clearly; but without the scorn and rage on his green face, he’s not so monstrous, maybe even attractive. Despite the mutation you can still make out the beta doctor’s handsome features. His plump lips, thick eyebrows, still partly Banner. You idly wonder how aware he is in this moment before those thoughts float away as you take another intake of the Hulk’s pheromones.
Looking closely at you, he smells you again before letting out another grumbly exhale, the heat of his exhale hitting your face.
Too caught up in his own musk, you don’t bother to mask your scent. Your instincts are too loud in that moment to even think of anything but him.
Instead you simply look at him; your body lax, eyelids heavy and thoughts quiet. As he quietly studies you it’s.. it’s still.
Just to be in each other’s presence.
Not as enemies, or even as prey and predators; but as something more basic- primal even.
As an alpha and an omega.
