You look like you can use a drink, Dr. Banner
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”Bruce jumped when the door slammed open, dropping the bag in his hand and took in Tony’s demeanor. He exuded an air of rage, and he seemed to be on the brink of losing it. This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid, he knew nothing he could say now would be able to calm Tony down. Tony would just have to find it in himself to let go of his anger for now, and go back later when he couldn’t smash an entire city to pieces with his bare hands. His eyes flicked towards Stacey, and back to Tony. This was dangerous for her to be near. He gave her a quick flick of his head, towards the door. Hoping she understood that she needed to leave NOW. “Tony…” he stepped towards his friend slowly, hands held out and open in a non aggressive gesture as he edged nearer. “You need to breathe with me now Tony. I know you’re angry. But you have to hold that back just now and try to accept this for the moment. I’m sorry. I’m really truly sorry. It was an accident, I swear.”Tony Stark. Always so subtle.
He had no idea what he’d done to the door, and he’d little concept of the fact that his body was already straining against the clothes he was wearing -tightening against fabric that had hung loose on his frame only a few minutes before. His eyes flashed a subtle shade of green, his breathing heavy and laboured. He hadn’t lost it yet, but it was pretty obvious he wasn’t just Tony right now, either.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He’d completely ignored Stacey’s presence. It was all about Bruce at the moment.
For once, Stacey had no idea what to do. Normally she would be able to handle angry, to soothe it, but now… The thing in Tony was turning his eyes green, mottling his skin and changing his size and shape. It was fascinating, but the anger and fear she could see, between Tony and Bruce, that terrified her. Bruce was nodding for her to leave, and she had no reason not. Except that, well, that anger should be directed at her, not Bruce.
Still, she had no way of dealing with this. It wasn’t her area to meddle with. She had done enough damage. So, against her better judgement, she quietly stood up and slipped out the broken door.
(Source: starkslabmixologist)
