@angrophobicscientist cont.
Send me 🚪 and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep. || 20: about to faint from exhaustion || @chyornaya-vdova
Bruce more stumbled into the door than knocking on it. Leaning heavily against the door frame, he knew he risked falling forward if the door opened, but he just didn’t have the energy to move.
After the last battle, Hulk had decided to ditch the team by running off. He wasn’t sure for how long the green behemoth had hold the reins, but judging by his current level of exhaustion, it was a matter of days and not just hours.
There was a sound, the door was opening and he forced himself to raise his head a bit. “Na..tasha…” he slurred and tried to smile, but doing so felt like an impossible task.
“Bruce...” Seeing him here was the last thing she ever expected, even if he’s one of the few people she’s told about her safehouse. But still, after he left with the quinjet she thought he’s not coming back anymore. And especially not to her, since she’s been the one who forced him to turn.
He’s supposed to hate her. Or maybe he’s just too exhausted to be angry right now. He looked like he’s been ‘angry’ for days. Without another word, she opened the door further, allowing him in.