Bruce huffed with quiet laughter at her cringing, but her question shook him to the core. The implications of it were more than he could handle. It was freedom, it was hope...it was the end of something that had only just begun, a purpose for the Hulk, a reason for his existence, for everything that Bruce had endured...
And it boiled down to a set of fingers slammed in a cabinet door, thanks to Kenzi. He loved her a little bit for that.
"I need data." He replied, gripped by a giddy, wild feeling clawing at his insides, making his heart race dangerously fast with a thing he couldn't identify as hope or fear, and with no sign of transformation. "I, uh, I need to run some tests, I-I need to...to..."
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Date: 2014-05-26 05:56 am (UTC)And it boiled down to a set of fingers slammed in a cabinet door, thanks to Kenzi. He loved her a little bit for that.
"I need data." He replied, gripped by a giddy, wild feeling clawing at his insides, making his heart race dangerously fast with a thing he couldn't identify as hope or fear, and with no sign of transformation. "I, uh, I need to run some tests, I-I need to...to..."