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]

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.