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Bruce Banner is seated alone in his cell, fingers laced, criss crossed in his lap. He hasn't been getting a whole lot of answers, and hasn't been getting a whole lot of visitors. Why Betty has stopped coming to see him, he doesn't know. He did, however, take the advice of his "new" doctor, to up his medication. He's not been feeling himself lately.
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"Let me in."
'Hey, didn't the Direc-..'
"Sir, I have a -really- big sword attached to my back. I'm just saying. Let me in."
The doors leading to the cell were opened, and Skye steps through with a look behind her to make sure that she wasn't followed. A chair was grabbed along the way, held up by two fingers as she approaches the cell itself, which was soon set upon the floor so that she could plop down in front of it, the sword handled gripped and uncomfortably shifted so that she could slump as appropriate. Where she would be her usual, chipper and sarcastic self, that fear element was gone from her, and just a few more days she'd be back to her righteous self. But for now? Time to shake the beast.
"Dr. Banner. Hi. I'm Agent Johnson."
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Banner's bloodshot eyes trail up towards Johnson. He is either on drugs, or has been crying, or both. His movements are very slow. "Good evening, Agent Johnson. Are you here to refrain from answering my questions like the rest?"
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Well -that- was uncomfortable. "No." She answers honestly. "Previously, I had meant to see you about some things that happened that was beyond my control. I wanted to ask you and Dr. Ross for help. I still intend to." She shifts again. "But not now. I think you need my help." There was a pause, her face scrunching briefly. "Wait. What questions?"
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Bruce's eyes take a dark turn as he, himself, turns towards Johnson to face her more fully. The seething under his gaze is only made worse by his reputation. People know what happens when he gets angry. And, by the looks of it, he's getting there. "Why hasn't Betty come to see me?"
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Somewhere, deep inside, Skye would have been shitting bricks. Perhaps she'd shit bricks later, after everything has ended. But even still, with the absense of fear, Skye could practically feel his gaze tear her apart, in which she subconsciously gives a shudder and looks away to fix herself in the face of fright.
"A few weeks ago, I would have asked the same thing. But after all that has happened.." Her head shakes slowly. "Fury trained me well enough to know that if something happens to one of us, it could happen to all of us. So after news of Director Carter's abduction, I took it upon myself to keep tabs on everyone of importance." Her jaw clenches, then unclenches. How she did that? Ask Fury!
"I needed her. When she did not show up for two days to see you, I knew something was wrong. I canvased her apartment. Nothing. I asked around quietly. No one has seen her. I checked her log in dates. Nothing. She's gone, Dr. Banner." Her seated position adjusts itself so that she could rise quickly, and run should the need arise. Her fingers grip the armrest, and if she did not wear the gloves that she did, he'd see that her knuckles have gone white.
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"What do you mean, she's gone?" Bruce says in response, nearly spitting out the words. At once, he feels relieved that she did not abandoned him, and terrified that something terrible has happened to her. His hand moves to his bed where he clings to his blanket with a gripped fist.
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Skye raises slightly from her chair, hesistant, then finally stands to her full height. Her hand draws back towards the Grasscutter, adjusting it properly as she crosses her arms about her chest. "She's not here. She hasn't been home. She hasn't even checked in to see you. There's nothing. She's just.. gone. Like that." She snaps her fingers. "She's either missing or presumed dead, and for both our sakes, I hope it's not the latter."
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"Who was the last person to see her? What in the hell happened with all of the noises a couple of weeks ago? Why won't anyone tell me anything?!?!" Bruce seems like, well, whatever he took for sedating is now wearing off.
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"The last person that -I- know whom she was with was you and some man with a big ass head." Skye's teeth grits faintly, but she releases. "So I was hoping you'd fill me in on the last parts." She says nothing however, about the noises of what happened a few weeks ago. But the last question? That was the easiest answer. "They don't want to make you angry, Bruce." Her shoulders lift, then falls. "But I do. I don't want to, but I -do-. You need her. I need her. And the only way that we're going to get her back is if you get mad as hell when I let you out of this cage." She takes a step closer, a clear glare upon her face. "Aren't you tired of this bullshit? People being taken away from you, left and right.. and we're just sitting on our asses and not doing a goddamned thing about it?" Alex was taken, so its a wonder as to why she was angry. "Are you tired of the secrets? Don't you want answers?"
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A bit of spittle comes out of Bruce's mouth, now, as he's trying to contain himself. So far the sedation has worked. He's been in here for more than a month, relaxing, enjoying his time, really. But now all of that has been ripped away. "Get me the fuck out of here now, or you won't live to see yourself close that cell door." A faint green hue is developing on his skin. "Where's Betty?"
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Somewhere, or maybe someday, when Skye gets her good senses back, she'll hide in the corner and piss herself. But for now, she easily complies, taking another step closer to the reinforced glass, both hands stretching out to rest against the surface as she tilts her head towards the corner. Oh.. she's never been this deliberate with her powers, and with her being unafraid of them, it was time to see just how precise she could get.
"I don't know, Bruce. But we're sure as fuck going to find out. Get in the corner."
All it took was a sheer force of will and anger much like Bruce could contain, the faint rippling causes the plexi-glass itself to flex as the room around them begins to shake, the small vibration in which she had intended turned into something massive as the rippling itself begins to speed. Screws begin to ping against the walls like bullets, and a spiderwebbing shape begins to form beneath her hands. It was quite the strain, really, as dust begins to shake from the ceiling with the threats of bringing the entire prison down upon their heads.
But a loud, cracking snap is heard as the glass itself warps, bends, and finally shatters, and Skye steps back with a repeated hop and a shake of her hand as everything ceases just in that moment.
Alarms? You betcha!
Someone is going to get into trouble!
*
Bruce does as he's asked. He gets up on his bed and into the corner. A second later the glass shatters and Bruce leaps off the bed towards Skye's side. To his credit, all the mayhem has made him seem just a bit more calm. The progress, it seems, is helping at least.
*
There were a sea of voices and alarms that ring inside the area of the cell and out. The sounds mingling together enough to give someone a headache, and yet focus was renewed as Bruce joins her side. She looks up towards him, wide eyed for half a moment, then a nod given as she reaches back to grab her sword with her good hand. "My fingers are broken." She states, her voice half hearted. "They'll be in the door any second, Bruce. When you're angry, would you know me?" She pulls the sword from it's sheath, hoping like hell she wouldn't have to use it on the SHIELD agents, but goddamn it, she would. "Can you keep him under control long enough for us to get through the front door?!"
*
"Probably not. I'm not sure. But, whatever you do, just be nice to him. If you start freaking out, he'll start freaking out. And, you don't want to see him when he gets angry. Really angry." Bruce turns towards the door, and for the first time in a great long while, years maybe, he willfully lets go. All of the emotions of Betty, his father, his mother, General Thunderbolt Ross, and the past few months flow through him. In just a few seconds he has gone from a small, docile looking scientist, to one of the most feared creatures on the planet. He wastes no time and bashes straight through the wall, leaving nothing but wreckage in his path. He screams, uncontrollably and smashes the walls and even bits of the ceiling, which begins to fall out.
*
"Got it." Alright. -Now- was the time for her to get scared. But, it just doesn't fricking register! "Time to let the ghosts out.."
She takes a slow step back as Bruce begins to transform, the blade immediately slammed into it's sheath and unstrapped from her body as she takes a kneel. His destruction was soon made her own, for as he blazes and busts through the prison corridors, she begins to follow at a breakneck speed. The sheath sword was put to work in that instance, where those had once stood in the Hulk's way to rise again and give chase, Daisy.. (yes Daisy) takes them on from behind with well placed thwaps and pushes of her own powers to send them sailing down to the ground again.
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Bruce, now the Hulk, bursts through wall after wall, trying desperately to get outside. It's fight or flight, and, well shit, he's doing both now. Has he forgotten Johnson in his wake? Maybe. It's not clear. It's all emotion with him now, and finding Betty is his only goal. Well, that, and escape.
*
Johnson kept a clean line of path right behind the Hulk. Ever since her genesis, she's become a lot faster, a lot stronger, though by how much? It's unknown. But thanks to her youthful endurance, she didn't tire too easily, leaping over rocks and bounds, veering this way and that, struggling to keep upon the heels of the Hulk until she throws all caution out of the window. Her broken hand shoots downward as she fires off a pulse of vibration, using that to propel her through the air to quite literally smack against the Hulk's back with that same arm partially wound around his thick neck. And while she fears she'll be smacked to hell and back, she favors the need and the drive to find Betty more than her own safety. "Almost there! KEEP MOVING! Betty needs us!" Yeaaah. Skye's going to be in deep shit.
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Things are looking good! The Hulk smashes through the edge of the SHIELD prison and escapes out into the water. Things are looking very good! Well….until he just sort of keeps going. Out, jumping into the water, making large waves, and continuing on south towards New Jersey.
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With a lady on his back. He has a lady on his back.