The Devil Made Him Do It

[lil_hulk]

The eight foot tall Hulk wandered the streets, not really knowing where it was. Its heavy footfall sometimes making things shake just a little. Most people and things gave it a wide berth. Those that didn't got growled at; then they gave it an entire sidewalk to itself.

It wasn't sure where it was going. It had just destroyed the building that had captured it. Or destroyed the building over the mad doctor's lab who had captured it. Either way, there was rubble behind the Hulk, on its shoulders, and in its hair.

It walked down the street, looking around. It was trying to figure out where it could go to have some peace. To get away from the doctor it had left behind in the rubble.

Comments

[vincent_amora]

"Not... even... remotely." Vincent tries to catch his breath, desperate to focus on anything other than his arm. "Need... to call... for assistance." He swallows hard, jaw tensing as the adrenaline rush of the dive begins to subside, leaving the pain at the fore again.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira held up her dead phone. "Seems I'm not the only one who doesn't do well int the drink. Though you should get that dealt with first." She knelt looking at his arm.

"I can't switch it back to bike mode, the circuits aren't working right, but should have enough juice to help you to the nearest clinic. As soon as I have you there I'll try to get damage control. The sounds of damage aren't as bad now." She wasn't sure if that was because of the distance though.

"I'm hoping that my phone call went through before it was fried."

[vincent_amora]

"Clinic won't do any good." Vincent growls, pushing his hair out of his face. "My constitution is difficult for normal medicine to deal with.

I've got a guy who can help... even if I'm never going to hear the end of it..."

[poorgirlsarcee]

She frowned a little at that. "Okay where do I have to take you, it's partly my fault you got hurt."

[vincent_amora]

Vincent sighs. He's in no condition to help matters any further, and the Avengers or someone else must have arrived on scene already. Reluctantly, he gives her his address. Hopefully Kristoff will be able to help him set the arm, and more optimistically, hopefully he won't have to hear too much about this.

[poorgirlsarcee]

She nodded. "I'm going to have to carry you in this configuration, that okay?" She only asked because it was kind of rude to just pick someone up.

[vincent_amora]

Vincent scowls. "I don't need to be carried. Just... let me lean on you a bit, miss." He gets himself to his feet.

[poorgirlsarcee]

She gave a small nod. "Mira. Sounds hell of a lot better than Miss." She offers a hand to help him up though, at least the armor's main power's working.