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It had been quite a few months since he left the States. Bruce had settled somewhere in the wilderness of British Columbia, a small shack in the middle of the woods. It was peaceful there and quiet. Something he hadn't had a lot of in awhile. He hadn't really settled till a few weeks after arriving. His own learned paranoia telling him that Ross would be on his trail at any moment.

It was a surprise when no one came. He was ready to pick up and leave at any point in time but after awhile, the rhythm of living there eased those fears somewhat. There was a town a fair walking distance away, one that he hadn't risked visiting till a month into his stay. Bruce found out a little of what happened in Harlem by word of mouth and the newspapers that were delivered there. He looked every bit the mountain man at that point so nobody questioned him when he would show up once a week after that to get supplies and a newspaper. He avoided using the wifi available at a small coffee house there, having learned his lesson previously on that score. But there was one thing he had to get done. The necklace that Betty had pawned for them to make it while on the run, he mailed that back to her under the name David Banner. A token of his affection, if he wanted to get really sappy about it. But loving Betty was like an addiction for him. She was in his veins and he would never really stop thinking about her.

He had started trying to learn to control his monster again. The first time hadn't gone too well. Or rather, it went too well and he ended up rebuilding the cabin from the ground up. Fortunately, no one saw him...or so he hoped. There was always the occasional story of bigfoot floating around, the Hulk would only add to that legend. So long as Bruce could keep himself from hurting anyone...

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Indeed, Bruce had gone completely off the radar, and perhaps there had even been a little external help. Even so, that episode hadn't gone quite as unnoticed as he'd hoped and a series of visits from various, skilled agents had made recent inquiries into the appearance of a stranger in the area. Such events weren't uncommon, but they weren't commonplace either. It had taken a while until Bruce came back for supplies that his picture had been recovered and a positive ID was given. At that point, the decision was made to bring in a 'specialist', someone who could handle Bruce when he ran and if it came to more than that.

Blonsky had spent the better part of the trip just trying to calm himself down and prepare for the meeting. As much as he tried, he couldn't treat it like any other snatch-and-grab mission and he kept finding himself flipping open the mission brief and checking the picture of the rugged face that Banner had adopted. Being on the run had not been kind to the weak little man. His heart raced as he was driven to his rendezvous point, and those around him seemed unsettled by his lack of chatter. He wasn't much for words anyway, but his eerie calm seemed to betray the oncoming storm that the situation was setting up.

He was issued plainclothes, concealed weapons and a vehicle to do with as he saw fit before being released. He'd even been given a standard timepiece, a watch which he imagined was more than a watch, but gave it no mind as he started off in pursuit of Banner. Agents had trailed Banner as far as they dared before nearly being spotted. It gave Blonsky a heading and a general area they suspected he had a living place, but the rest was up to him. The car was left parked in a small dirt parking lot on the edge of town as he shouldered his equipment, concealed as camping gear, and starting off into the woods for a more subtle approach.

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Bruce was almost starting to feel safe here. It wasn't home by any stretch of the imagination but it was someplace he could stay for awhile.

He'd just finished building a spot for a fire outside, a few fish from the nearby stream tied to a string hanging from the cabin eaves. It was probably somewhere around 6pm, not sunset but it was starting to head in that direction. He was nailing a piece of wood up to cover the last bit of hole on the side of the cabin, glad to have finally patched it.

Before dinner, he decides to do some more breathing exercises, going into the cabin and stripping off his shirt to sit crosslegged on the floor. Going to his familiar quiet place...and thinking of Betty.

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Blonsky had been canvasing the area thoroughly when he'd at last caught the faint sound of something. It sounded like someone was banging a hammer, and he noted his current location before heading off in pursuit of that sound. He didn't know how limited his time was, and when it stopped he crouched, looking around. Failing to see much of anything, he took his bearings and then started off in the same direction. Out here, anything was worth checking out.

The walk in the woods was helping his own calm, though at the same time he had to check the grip he had on his weapon from the anticipation of knowing exactly who he was after. His mind raced at the thought of whether he would simply tranq Banner, or give him a chance to run. He knew what the right action was, but he hadn't had the opportunity for a release like this in a long time, and the idea of chasing down, like back in Brazil, was terribly tempting.

At last he caught the glimpse of a cabin between the trees and instantly he dropped to a low crouch behind a tree to the faint sound of rustling leaves. His clothes were not camouflaged, but still effective enough in the dense woods. The path to the cabin was littered with obstacles, but he couldn't risk Banner getting a head start on him. He didn't know this terrain like the scientist probably did.

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Bruce wasn't there at the moment, he was on the beach, the waves going in and out calmly. Listening to the sound of his own heartbeat...

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. Something wasn't right. Maybe it was his inner monster sensing it or just his old paranoia returning that woke him. But he couldn't risk the chance that it wasn't. Bruce gets up off the floor and goes to the window, looking out cautiously at the trees surrounding the cabin.

Maybe he was just imagining things...maybe it was a bear or something. He hoped that was all it was. There was a feeling at the back of his mind, almost like the other guy shifting uncomfortably, sensing danger.

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Emil could only see the faint edge of movement somewhere in the cabin, his line of sight to the window Bruce looked out of was obscured by too many trees.

Around him, the woods were dead-silent from his intrusion as he let out a silent breath to calm himself. He was trying to ignore that impulse knocking on his skull, telling him to just let his decades of training go again and charge the building full bore. He studied the ground ahead of him, the litter on the ground a mix of dried leaves and twigs which would happily snap under his boots. He kept still, waiting for that flicker of motion to disappear before he would risk trying to approach any closer.

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Something was gnawing at him. Get a hold of yourself, Bruce. If anyone could have found him, they would have come for him long ago. He reassures himself before deciding to put his shirt back on. Breathing exercises weren't going to work now, he was a little keyed up from being interrupted.

He goes to the small bowl of water and splashes his face before drying it, going to the door of the cabin. Opening the door to step out, his eyes flicking around the trees even though he knows there's nothing there.

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In the time Bruce has to get himself together, Blonsky takes the opportunity to inch forward toward the cabin. His boots settling carefully on the ground, almost as deftly as he could barefoot. The sound of the door opening distracts him as he quickly settles back down into a crouch, but the action snaps a few small twigs under foot. The sound echoes in the silent woods, and all creatures around go quiet. There's a predator in the vicinity, they can all feel it as readily as Bruce.

Were he less experienced Blonsky would have sworn under his breath. Instead, he keeps his weapon raised, pointed at the cabin. He's approached from a poor angle to see the front clearly, but he didn't have the opportunity to risk making a wide circle around once he'd seen the cabin. He can make out 1/3 of Bruce's form, but it's not enough for a clear shot. He still finds his finger settling carefully on the trigger, waiting, and biding his time while he feels his pulse in his ears.

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He heard...something. Or maybe its just that it was too quiet. Those old habits were starting to come back. Bruce steps slowly around the cabin, keeping close to it. Why was it so quiet? There had to be something big out there.

He slowly reaches for the string of fish, hoping that it's a wild animal and he can buy some time by throwing these to them.

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It's been a long time since he's had this much trouble settling into a shot. If he didn't know better he'd think his hand was shaking as he took another breath, his body relaxing as he saw, and confirmed it was in fact Bruce Banner. He was nearly lined up when his finger twitched on the trigger, but a twitch from Blonsky is more than enough to issue the tell-tale pop of the tranquilizer round and send it sailing, scarcely an inch in front of Bruce.

Before he had time to let Bruce register that his luck had held again, Blonsky was jumping from his position and charging after Banner. His gun in hand as he stared him down, the faint glaze of that power obsession twinkling in his eye. Blonsky himself looks much like he did when they met the second time, and less like the crazed maniac he'd become, but that facade was slowly slipping through his own fingers.

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All of Bruce's thought processes screech to a halt staring at that dart.

...oh no.

They'd found him. There's a rustle of leaves and Bruce finds himself face to face with a man he had hoped never to see again. He reacts automatically, throwing the fish in his direction as he lights out the other way as fast as his legs can carry him. The Hulk growls in his head, knowing who it is and wanting a rematch. Bruce doesn't want any such thing, he heads for the thickest part of the woods as quickly as possible, not looking back. Hoping his aim will fail again.

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Blonsky ducks the fish, but the trees slow him down significantly. For all the speed he can muster, dodging, weaving and jumping across obstacles slows him down to a pace that leaves Bruce with enough buffer to make this a challenge.

Not that he didn't welcome it, but Blonsky knew the direction the situation could quickly take. He wasn't about to start popping off rounds at random, praying he'd hit his moving target. He paused a moment, settling to take a shot and again, Bruce's luck held as a tree prevented the shot. That time he swore under his breath as he took off again, trying to put on speed without crashing into tree trunks.

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Bruce also had the advantage of living out here for the past however many months. He ran like his life depended on it. We don't want to run, we want to smash him!

Shut up, he asks the voice frantically, darting around another clump of trees. If he's lucky, he can make it to the river and disappear somewhere around it. Unfortunately, he miscalculated slightly and when the trees clear, he nearly falls as he puts on the brakes. Stopping at the edge of a tall waterfall beneath him. He couldn't afford to stop for long, he might have already done so...

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Blonsky is running full tilt after Bruce, his own pulse making it difficult to hear as he momentarily loses his target between trees.

No! He doesn't put on more speed, but keeps going in the direction he last saw Bruce when suddenly he launches out a hand to grab a tree trunk as he just barely stops himself at a cliff edge, hanging partially out over the drop and looking down. He's breathing hard, but it's not from the exertion when he finally looks up, and then turns to look back over his shoulder, seeing Bruce staring down at the same drop.

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Bruce sees him nearly take a header off the same cliff, turning to run...and finding himself out of ground to run on. His pulse pounding in his ears as the falls roars under him. He could jump...he can't just keep standing here.

He makes a dangerous decision, dropping to his stomach on the ground to stay out of target range and slowly levering himself down the far side of the cliff. Bruce was no rock climber and he was doing this without a rope no less, but it was better than getting captured.

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Blonsky watches Bruce start down the cliff face, and levers himself back so he's on solid ground before walking over to look straight down at Bruce. He raises his gun but this time, he intentionally misses his shot, sending it to pop harmlessly against the rock face near Banner to get his attention over the falls.

"It would save us both a lot of trouble if you just came back up here." He shouts over the roar of the water, a faint but cruel smile creeping onto his face as he stares down the sights at Banner. He wonders, momentarily, if Bruce or the Hulk could survive the fall. He hadn't exactly seen how the Hulk had arrived in Harlem, and barely remembered more than bits and pieces of that night anyway.

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Bruce knows he would survive...he's tried to kill himself after all and the Hulk stopped him. His foot slips and Bruce's heart rate spikes as a rock goes tumbling down to be lost in the water as he grips the rock wall. Falling doesn't sound like a pleasant way to go. But the voice overhead is even less comforting.

This would be the proverbial rock and hard place situation. Bruce steadies himself, taking a few slow breaths before forcing himself to look up. He didn't like what he saw. "...how'd you find me?"

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"How do they always find you?" Yes, he's admitting that he didn't do the legwork, but he was fairly certain that went without saying anyway. "Still working on controlling it?"

There was a leer that was slowly making it's way onto his face, though he never once let his sights waver from Banner. As long as he kept up the menace, he could let Banner work himself up to an event on his own.

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His heart sank at that. His attempts to control the Hulk had led to this. He clings to the rock face, hoping that keeping flat will keep him from being shot. Though it's strange, there isn't anyone else here with him...

Bruce slides over another few inches, working towards a small ledge where he might be able to find flat ground again. "Thought you guys hunted in packs."

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"High risk target. Someone actually had the sense to reduce the chance that their people might be hurt." Not that his tone of voice says that he actually cares very much. Blonsky edges along with Bruce, and then pops off another round, placing it between Bruce and the ledge. He wants to keep him somewhere he can't relax.

"Speaking of which..." In an almost theatrical manner, he motioned toward the bottom of the cliff with the muzzle of his gun. "I doubt that landing would feel good."

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Bruce takes a shaky breath, nearly at his goal. "Military intelligence at work," he mumbles, not really caring if he hears or not. Bruce has a very low opinion of the US army.

He flinches at the next shot, his pulse throbbing in his head. The Hulk wanting to be let out so badly. He only had one shot at this and Bruce takes it, making a leap for the ledge and grabbing an overhanging branch. Only just making it as he tries to pull himself up.

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Blonsky takes a hasty shot when Bruce leaps, and then he's cursing as he secures his weapon over a shoulder and starts down the cliff face after him. Damn it, he should have just tranq-ed him and been done with it. The snarl on his face is half at Bruce forcing him to climb along the ledge, and half at himself for allowing the situation to get this out of control. He's climbed quite a few cliff faces before, but the crumbling face makes this one difficult as he crawls along it.

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It's quite an effort but Bruce finally pulls himself up to solid ground on the ledge. His pulse is fast, way too fast. Bruce leans against the cliff, panting and trying to slow his breathing. Hoping that the angles are too steep for even the master sniper to get a good shot at him.

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Indeed, there's no way for Blonsky to get a shot, not while he's clawing at sod and loose roots as he follows in Bruce's wake.

"Banner!" He growls as he looks over at him from the ledge, now at the point Bruce had taken that leap of faith. Blonsky could make it easily, but it's that hanging root that he's wary of. He has less faith in it, even more so knowing it's shifted with Banner's own weight. Instead, he finds a solid place to plant his feet, before launching himself up and out, a hand snapping out and barely finding purchase in the ground near Bruce's feet. The other hand reaches out, doubling that grip but it's a poor spot and the sod slips out between Blonsky's fingers, even as he continually readjusts his purchase on the ground.

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It was scary how fast he was following him. Bruce scrambles to his feet, not waiting to see if he fell or not. He's off and running, his back to Blonsky as he's making a break for the woods again.

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That rage at losing his prey fuels the shout behind Bruce as Blonsky digs down and hauls himself up onto the ground, reaching back for his weapon. In the prone position, feet hanging out over the abyss, he uses that energy and turns it to concentration, timing his shot for just as Bruce dodges from behind a tree.

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His cosmic luck must have run out at that point. There's a sickening thunk and a sting right in the middle of his back. Bruce going down with a surprised sound as his momentum causes him to trip over his own feet. He tries to get up but his knees are rebelling, turning to jello. He crawls a few feet frantically, trying his hardest to fight it...but it's a losing battle. That dose would have floored a rhino. Bruce is only barely conscious, his heart rate dropping slowly from the danger zone back down to the low 90's.

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Blonsky actually pauses at that, instead of getting right up. He knew he'd hit him, but the surprise of it catches him off-guard slightly. Part of him, buried but stirring, screams as it knows that Banner will be out and unlikely to respond and fight. Fight!

Bruce is down, so Blonsky allows him just a moment as he closes his eyes and shakes his head, his own pulse hammering in his ears. His face is more drawn, he's just reached dipped into that power and it's going to be a struggle to put the cork back in the the bottle this time. He gets up, his muscles sore from the charge as he walks toward Banner. There's that part of him, still shouting in the back of his head and giving him a splitting headache. In an effort to quiet it, he raises his gun again as it feels like his own hands are trying to rebel, and pull the trigger, sending another dart at the prone scientist.

"Shut up." He snarls back at his own monster.

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Bruce's own inner monster is growling but the noise is faint inside his fuzzy mind. The second dart does him in, Bruce going still a few seconds after impact as he passes out entirely, unable to fight it any longer.

Looks like Blonsky has bagged his man after all. The question was, what was he going to do with him?

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That was just it, what was he going to do with Banner's dead weight, now that they'd run through the woods, leaped across a chasm and climbed along a cliff? Blonsky stood over his catch, taking the opportunity to catch his breath as he used a foot to roll the unconscious Banner over. Definitely out. There was no way to get a rise out of him now, and suddenly he found himself crouching next to Banner, and checking his pulse before opening an eye and staring at its vacant glazed look. The monster inside was furious, and while it was frustrating, it was at the same time a relief. Now he just had to transport Banner back to the cabin, where his gear lay discarded in exchange for necessary speed and mobility.

It wasn't much to a man who could turn into a beast that would destroy anything it wanted, but Banner's shoelaces and a few handy vines provided enough 'rope' to truss the unconscious man before slinging him unceremoniously over his shoulders. Blonsky had carried many a wounded teammate this way, and so he at least knew how to carry Bruce without causing too much discomfort. The last thing he wanted was the Hulk appearing on his shoulders without warning.

Even with his added speed and strength, Blonsky understood his limits and would have to find a long way back to the cabin that wouldn't risk drowning them both, or dropping them to a painful landing. He kept on as long as the daylight permitted but when dusk started to approach he knew he had to settle somewhere. He checked his weapon and gave a grunt. Only a single dart remained on his person, the spare clips left behind in his pursuit. He would have to save it for later. In the meantime, he dumped Bruce near a tree and started to gather nearby leaf litter and twigs to make a small fire to fight off the chill that the nights this far North could bring.

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Normally, a tranquilizer dose like that, a man wouldn't even be breathing afterwards. But Banner wasn't a normal man. By the time dusk was settling, his metabolism had burned through most of it.

His eyes opened sleepily, blinking to try and resolve the flickering light into a fire nearby. He was laying on his side, his back to a tree behind him. It was a moment before he was coherent enough to realize he couldn't move his arms and his heart sank.

Captured.

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From across the meager but sufficient fire, a cold, drawn face regarded Bruce closely, as if he'd been watching, waiting for the moment he'd wake up. Blonsky was standing, leaning against a tree and watching him carefully as he woke up. The respite had allowed him some time to focus his mind again, but he'd be feeling the after effects of the chase for a day or two, at least.

Rather than holding his gun, however, he was playing with his watch, trying to see if it indeed had any sort of tracking capability. He wanted a way to trigger it so he could be done with this business, but a part of his subconscious mind worked to slow his hands as an attempt to stall, and keep Banner around as long as possible.

Not a word is spoken as he eyes up his captured bundle. He slips the watch back on and then makes his way around the fire, his eyes never leaving Bruce's. He comes to a stop, standing over him, his head tilted in a sort of aloof curiosity.

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Of course, Bruce doesn't know how many tranquilizer darts Blonsky is packing. Honestly, he expects him to shoot him again and again to keep him under. The fact that he's staring is just unnerving. His monster is still asleep though and all Bruce manages is a dejected look at the fire, not looking up at Blonsky.

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Blonsky seems more annoyed at the avoidance than anything, but it's hardly much of a response from himself. His nose flares, and the look on his face turns faintly to a snarl before he snorts and backs off, not once turning his back on Bruce as he does so.

He settles back into a ready, but seated position, one which he can rise from easily as he stops at the opposite side of the fire. He's not much for words right now, as he just keeps his eyes on Bruce, as if just biding his time. Somewhere off in the woods a wolf howls, but Blonsky doesn't even flinch, his eyes staying on Bruce now that he has a view of him over the fire.

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That stare was pretty intimidating. Bruce had the feeling even if he wasn't tied up, he couldn't get away. He really wanted to sit up...but he wasn't even sure if that small action would get him tranqed again.

Why wasn't he in the hands of the army yet? Bruce had the growing realization that they had literally left Blonsky to him. He didn't like that thought one bit. At least this meeting didn't have him socking him in the face after he was shot.

The fire snaps a few times in the silence. Bruce really didn't have anything to say anyway, nothing Blonsky would want to hear. It's not like he could appeal to his humanity.

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The army had indeed left Bruce to Blonsky, and they'd given Blonsky a window to achieve his objective, treating it with mission silence. It was infuriating that his communications equipment was in that bag he'd dropped at the cabin before the pursuit which had been more extensive than he'd have liked.

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth, and he found himself blaming Banner for all of it, and didn't much care to change that track of thought. Just being around the guy made his judgement go to hell, a skill he'd prided himself in for years and it was shucked off as easily as that backpack. He could be on a flight by now, Bruce going through the personal hell Blonsky had experienced years earlier.

The thought caused a series of expressions to pass along his face, starting with clear contempt to faint, dark amusement. He was usually more stoic, a generally impassive expression but there was still that inner fight he was having with his own demons, leaving him mildly preoccupied and a bit more transparent.

In an attempt to preoccupy himself once he catches himself, he starts doing an inventory of his own gear, laying it out on the ground before him. He has one clip of lethal rounds in his pistol, but knows personally how useless those are. He has the last tranq which is chambered in the weapon at his side, a combat knife, and his box of matches. Hopefully Bruce's constitution wasn't so weak that a night without food would cause a problem. He was not cooking anything out here. Not with animals everywhere to be drawn in by the smell. His main concern though, was water. No canteen, but they'd be back to the cabin tomorrow morning, so it didn't bother him yet.

That wolf howls again, a little closer this time. Blonsky doesn't flinch, but he picks up the knife calmly and looks around before placing it back in the sheath at his boot.

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Bruce watches without expression but inside his mind is ticking off thoughts that went round and round in his head. It seemed he was just going to wait out the night with him here. Maybe they were waiting to be picked up by helicopter? The other guy was sure keeping it together, Bruce was nearly envious of the control he seemed to have. He had to keep reminding himself that this was also the creature who would have destroyed the entirety of New York City without a care or a thought.

Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet. "What happens now?"

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Blonsky makes it a point to wait to answer the question, leaving a long pause before actually opening his mouth. The look he gives Bruce when he responds however, says that he thinks the question is one the man should know the answer to, already.

"They'll sedate you. Take you apart. Maybe they'll let you wake up once in a while." There was a metallic taste in his mouth as he felt the monster balk at the words. It wasn't a slight reaction either, and he narrows his eyes at Bruce. It could be interpreted as part of his earlier expression, but he tries not to betray the aborted wince.

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Bruce had some idea that would be the case. He had had such hopes for controlling this on his own...if they had just left him alone. Now he felt like he had no hope at all. If he wasn't half drugged, the Hulk would be giving him a piece of his mind right now about how they weren't just going to roll over and be captured like this.

But right now, Bruce felt very alone. He almost didn't care if they took him apart. "Great," he mumbles, risking a small shift in position. His side was getting a little numb and his wrists were chafing a bit.

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That response earned a silent smirk from Blonsky. If this had been a situation before he'd become the monster he was now, he'd still have smiled. He had a cruel streak as wide as the day was long.

"Think of it as an opportunity." The fire snapped loudly and he tossed another small twig onto the meager flames. "All the time in the world to work on some control." It was a pretty blunt proverbial stick he'd just tried to poke Banner with, but his tone of voice definitely gave off the feeling that he was not impressed with Banner's apparent lack thereof.

Again, Bruce, lacking in so many ways, had still bested him in the end. It was a truth that would chafe at him for years to come, especially after this anticlimactic chase into the woods. He'd never have a chance for another go at him...

He felt a familiar tingle crawl up his spine, that taste of metal back in his mouth. It was strong enough where he indulged the urge to turn his head and spit before looking back at Banner.

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Except it won't be that way...

Bruce shuts his eyes with a sigh. Guess who was finally awake enough to put his two cents in? Not like he could tell himself he was wrong. The army didn't want to cure him, they wanted a weapon. They wanted MORE.

Bruce finally sits up, knowing Blonsky might react but he is tired of laying down. It takes a moment to get there with his hands tied. "That what happened to you?" he asks as if he's not sure he wants to know. In all honesty, he's surprised that Blonsky even changed back after their fight. A fight he can only remember flashes of.

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Blonsky stops all movement when Bruce sits up, not visibly going tense, but certainly ready. Even as Bruce appears to settle he remains more alert. If Bruce felt well enough to move, then he was completely recovered from that double dose of sedatives. When Bruce questions him, he tilts his head at him, regarding him with a predatory study.

"They have a lot more in store for you, than they did me." He knew why, they'd told him. His chemistry was such a mixed up cocktail and so unstable that no one really wanted another one like him. They wanted Bruce, they wanted the original, uncontaminated. To be honest, Blonsky was fine being seen as too screwed up to be worth much study, it had given him the chance for this shadow of freedom to go out and do what he did best.

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Bruce watches him back in case he decides to shoot off another round of darts at him. But it's a relief when he doesn't.

There was an uncomfortable feeling as the Hulk rebelled against being studied. Bruce wasn't liking the idea himself either. He shakes his head, looking away. "Stupid...idiotic..." quietly letting a few frustrated words slip. They couldn't possibly hope to control it. One hulk was bad enough. An army of them? They might as well consign the world to oblivion.

Bruce tries to unobtrusively flex his wrists, seeing if there's any give in the ties. Not that he could get far anyway. But he needs to weigh his options.

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Bruce's frustration only seems to amuse Blonsky as he smiles slightly. It's not a pleasant sight, but then again, it never has been. He shifts in his spot, trying to ignore that slight buzz in his head that he probably should be paying more attention to. He was starting to feel more of that post-adrenaline crash now, which he knew should trouble him more than it was. There wasn't anyone around here with a tranq aimed at him this time, and that abomination within seemed to be taking advantage of the situation when it could.

"Maybe they'll let your girlfriend have a go at unzipping what's left of you." The words were out before he realized, and while he didn't care enough to regret them, they were a warning to him as he set his jaw and went silent, taking a ragged breath.

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That was the absolute wrong thing to say. Bruce's eyes flick up to glare angrily at Blonsky, the Hulk's own anger reflected in them. Nobody hurts Betty and this man was not allowed to even talk about her. His fists clench behind his back, his pulse going up...wanting nothing more than to reach over and rip Blonsky's head off for that offhand comment.

He takes a breath, steeling himself. But Bruce keeps glaring over the fire, drawing on that small bit of control he's got, not wanting to let Blonsky get the better of him.

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Blonsky does not miss that flare, leering over at Bruce from his side of the flames with a mildly smug look at having earned an easy rise out of him. He rolls his shoulders at the faint kick he gets from his own momentary spike in adrenaline, a joint in his spine popping loud enough to hear over the crackling of the fire.

He should care more that there was the rest of the night to get through, that he was better than Bruce at his self control, that if he became the Abomination, he might lose everything he'd worked for and wind up running, just like the little man before him. He should, but part of him just couldn't be bothered to care enough.

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He'd love to wipe that smug look right off his face.

He's laughing at us. He hurt Betty. Don't think Bruce had forgotten when he tossed Betty aside like a rag doll.

"...I hope you've got more of those darts on you." Bruce doesn't usually sound this deadly serious. Maybe it's the fact they're the only two out here and for once, he doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone except the guy across from him. And right now, he doesn't feel like holding back.

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"Looking to find out?" He just kept smiling, but this time, he picked up the gun, pointing it right at Bruce's face. He could feel his skin getting clammy, and the color was probably washing out a bit. He'd seen his reflection before when he got like this, it wasn't pretty, and it was barely him. It was madness and rage. He narrowed his eyes down the sights at Banner, that expression never once leaving his face.

Come on. Come on, Banner! Show it to us!

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If Bruce wanted to escalate back from this, it was a little too late. Hulk was already ticked off for being shot at and all these memories about Abomination and Betty being hurt...

His eyes flicker green for a moment, his voice almost a growl. "You're not well, Blonsky." This wasn't rage he was trying to hold back, this was a seething, percolating anger.

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It's like a switch is thrown in his mind when he sees that flicker. He drops the gun to the ground, stepping over the fire, rather than around it as he bears down on Bruce. He reaches down and grabs the man by his shirt, dragging him to his knees and bringing his face within an inch of his own. The green flickers in his own eyes a moment, a brief mirror of Bruce's expression when that leer fades. It turns to a frown as he lowers Bruce carefully back to the ground, but doesn't let go. He wants to, he wants to go back to sitting across the fire, tossing half-insults at Banner but he can't quite bring his arm to loosen its grip.

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Fine. He wanted a fight. Let's fight the Hulk says almost gleefully as Blonsky comes at Bruce over the fire. While he's holding the front of his shirt, his eyes are steadily glowing green again, his arm veins coloring behind his back as they swell against the bonds that tie him.

Bruce just about growls back at him, now that he has no weapon and his bonds break with a snap, his hands coming around to grab the arm holding him and to sock Blonsky in the face. Hard.

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That hit sends Blonsky backward, over the fire and into the tree he'd been using as a back rest. His eyes open wide, and brilliant green as he sucks in a breath of air. This is one of those few moments he has experienced in the past, a flashback to that time when the Hulk had literally destroyed every bone in his body. Pain and indignation at having been struck the first hit, he scrambles to his feet and grins madly as he strikes back with a shout, kick starting his own transformation without holding back. It makes for an awkward start to the fight, but he doesn't want the Hulk getting the jump on him, this time.

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Bruce grabs a handful of the ground as if to anchor himself as his body is transforming, tearing through his shirt as the mostly transformed Hulk leaps for Blonsky with a roar.

They tumble down the nearest slope, running into trees and leaving dents on the way. Hulk punching and hitting the other as hard as he can whenever he gets a shot in.

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The Abomination is just grinning broadly, even as the Hulk lands hits. He gets his own in, working to aim their tumble so that the Hulk takes the greater of the hits as they spin down the hillside. Blonsky had taken an uphill path from the falls, so the Abomination takes the opportunity to try and direct the fight that way.

It has been two years since he's run free, and now the Hulk is receiving all the fuel from that time, the pent up rage, the anger, the desire to destroy.

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Hulk didn't have any set plan other than making Blonsky pay for his ugly face showing up again. He'd also forgotten how hard it was to beat Abomination the first time and now he's getting pummelled pretty badly. Hulk rips a nearby tree out of the ground with his hand to try and swing and block some of the hits as best as he can.

All of the animals in the forest scatter in the wake of the two behemoths battling it out for who was the angriest.

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Their tumbling takes them around the falls, the trees shifting their rolling motions as the Abomination meets the Hulk fist-for-fist in an attempt to move him just far enough to get a leg up and kick at his gut, an effort he hopes will land so it can send the Hulk reeling.

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Hulk stumbles back from the kick, breaking another tree as he hits it. "RRAAAARRR!!!" He struggles to get his balance and whams his fists on the ground, creating a mini shock wave that opens a crack, snaking it's way towards Abomination fast.

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That hit on the ground shakes his feet but he leaps away from the crack, he learned that lesson last time they fought. He moves himself and realizes they've reached the base of a tall peak, and he grins up at the snow capping it.

"Can you keep up?" He taunted the Hulk before starting up the slope at an easy pace to entice the hulk to follow. Higher up, he could see ledges and loose rock, and it would give him the tactical high ground.

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Hulk roars, following behind as fast as he could. He knocks over another couple of trees as he pushes his way towards the mountains. Snow isn't going to hide you from him, Blonsky.

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That's just it, he wasn't planning to hide. He had some personal experience from years before in the power of even small landslides as he made his way up the face and found a loose part of the mountain. With a roar that bordered on a crazed laugh, he slammed a fist into the rockface and started a small cascade of boulders and rocks which went straight for the Hulk as he continued workig his way up.

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It doesn't slow him down much. Hulk grabs at the slide, pulling himself up like climbing a moving cliff wall. Some of the bigger rocks, he manages to avoid, dodging to the side as he pulls himself up onto the next ledge. That all you got??

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The Abomination took a couple carefully placed leaps, kiting the Hulk behind him until he reached a loose boulder the size of a car and picked it up, turning toward the Hulk. He leered and hefted it straight down at the Hulk. They were scaling the rock face so quickly, it would have taken hours to achieve what they were doing in minutes.

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Hulk dodged the boulder as best as he could, the large rock taking out a few trees as it crashed by him. He leapt for a high rock ledge to try and get the upper hand but Blonsky was two leaps ahead of him.

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And that was the whole point. If he could lead the Hulk to the peak, he'd have a chance to outmaneuver him. It was starting to cool off, not that he really cared as he kept up his speed, picking his course until at last they were near enough the top to please him. He turned, picking up another boulder, this one smaller, and waiting for the Hulk to come close to allow for a better shot.

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Hulk growled and attacked the mountain with everything he had to climb after Blonsky. His growls all saying the same thing, get back here and fight! His enthusiasm was going to cost him though, he was dashing right into Blonsky's trap.

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Blonsky could hear the Hulk rushing up the mountain side, and took his time, waiting until he saw the Hulk. The moment he's in sight, Blonsky takes his shot before bolting after the rock, planning to follow up that attack with a punch, whether the rock hit or not.

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Hulk took the rock full in the chest, thrown back down the mountain in a painful sequence of tumbling and rolling as he picked up other rocks on the way. He managed to stop his fall off a sheer cliff by grabbing a handful of mountain and hanging on to pull himself up.

That plan, however, is cut short when Blonsky bodily hits him.

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Their winding path has taken them not on a direct route up the mountain, but a convoluted direction which leaves them on the opposite face. Behind them is a range of peaks, but Blonsky isn't interested in the sights. He slams into the Hulk and starts pounding at him as he hangs off the cliff edge. Far below the Hulk is a ledge, but above them is a snow-capped peak that shudders as the two behemoths wage war on its surface.

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Hulk lets go of his grip on the edge as he's punched, trying to grab Blonsky around the neck and sock him while they fall down towards the ledge below.

There's a rumbling above them that seems to be coming closer...and getting louder.

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He gags as he's grabbed by the throat and reaches up to hold on to the Hulk's arm while he sends his own volley of punches back. Occasionally he reaches out to the passing cliff face to try and direct their fall. At one point he finds himself face-up beneath the Hulk and has a chance to catch a glimpse of the white mass of snow and ice bursting over the cliff edge.

The next white he's seeing is stars as they slam into the ledge below, but he keeps his grip on the Hulk's arm so he can at least send somewhat blind strikes at his opponent.

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Hulk doesn't let up on the punches, even as they land on the ledge. He's just been getting madder by the minute. He even picks up a nearby rock to pound Abomination with.

Right then, the huge wave of snow pours over the edge down onto them. Their efforts have caused a massive avalanche and the two of them are right in it's path. Hulk is swept away by the snow, unable to find his footing as he tumbles down the mountain face.

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The Abomination roars as he's hit with the snow as well, and in short order swept off the ridge and down the face. It's like trying to find purchase in a raging river, and they've certainly dislodged enough snow to make it difficult. Somewhere in the tumbling mass of white is the Hulk and Blonsky focuses on keeping his wits about him, as much as he can in his state. He struggles to move in the direction he hopes is upward as the avalanche bashes him into rocks and trees on his way down a valley.

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Hulk just sees the white stuff as another threat, trying to fight against it as he falls. It has the consistency of quicksand, quickly burying anything it comes across as the river of snow flows through the landscape.

It seems like forever before it stops moving and Hulk finds himself completely buried and not knowing which end is up. He struggles to get free, struggles against the cold seeping in on him...and the quiet.

It was so quiet.

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The roar of the avalanche leaves it dead quiet even as Blonsky tries to move his arms in the snow. It's packed tight as concrete and cooling his rage as well as his body temperature. He fights against the temptation to change back just long enough to get a hand and part of his face to poke out into the cold air. There's not a sign of Hulk, as the exhaustion from climbing, fighting Hulk and nature itself starts to take its toll.

The Abomination wonders if he's out of practice shortly before he closes his eyes and sighs, the sound deafening in the silence after the avalanche.

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A slowly shrinking Hulk crawls his way out of the snow finally, collapsing exhausted in the white as the green gives way to flesh color.

Bruce lays in the snow for awhile, shivering at his lack of shirt and wondering vaguely why he's so cold. All he can see is white whenever he cracks his eyes open.

Can't be dead, he tells himself. Because he feels awful. It takes an effort but he manages to flip over onto his back and stares up at the cloudy sky above him.

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Likewise, the next thing Blonsky remembers is opening his eyes and trying to drag back those fading memories from the Abomination before they are gone. A flash here and there of the fight, but most of it is a memory of whiteness. Hidden in the cavity within the snow left by his former mass, he's out of the wind at least but in a poor state to go wandering down a mountain, wearing little more than what remains of his pants.

At least he has more durability than he did a few years ago, and pulls himself out into the elements. He looks back at the mountain and wonders only a moment where Banner might have gone, before focusing on his primary goal of heading further down the valley to find some protection from the elements.

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It's more instinct than awareness that wakes Bruce and gets him to struggle to his feet. He leans wearily on a nearby tree, his bare feet in the snow. Wondering faintly if he could freeze to death but he knew better. The Hulk would never let that happen.

Keep moving.

He puts one foot in front of the other, walking blindly through the snow. He didn't have a direction in mind, just the urge to keep moving.

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It's not long before Blonsky starts to really feel the effects of the crash, his sharp wit for survival bogging down as every branch that moves and every breeze that whistles makes him turn to look behind him. Ghosts from his past creep around him as he crosses his arms, trying to block out the bite from the wind.

Moments later he realizes he's running at a full sprint, expending valuable energy like a frightened child. He slows to catch his breath, making a swing in the air after a phantom, shouting furiously when he only finds a snow covered tree branch. It drops powder onto his shoulders and he shivers momentarily, before starting off again.

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At first, he thinks the shouts are an echo. Bruce leans against another tree, hugging his bare arms around himself. He needed to find someplace warmer, he wasn't feeling up to another episode just to get out of this place.

He blinks a few times, wondering if he's imagining the person running through the snow in his direction. When he recognizes him, Bruce wishes he was imagining him. He should run away...if Blonsky was in full gear with a gun pointed at him, he probably would have just given up and taken his chances with the army.

As it was, he only had enough energy to stay put and watch Blonsky warily. And shiver.

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Blonsky himself notices a figure up ahead and slows his running to a fast walk. He felt his shoulders tense as he stalked up to Bruce's form in the darkness. He looks on the verge of snarling at Bruce as he keeps just outside of arm reach, stopping and just standing there a moment, clearly out of breath.

He winces, fighting back that instant impulse to grab Banner by the throat. He swallows a cold gulp of air, and finally notices Bruce is shivering. He doesn't care, but it reminds him that he's also freezing. Then that moment is gone, and he makes a mad reach for Bruce's throat.

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Instinct takes over and Bruce dodges just in time, leaving Blonsky with a handful of tree between them. "Wait..." he really would rather reason with the guy. "This will just start all over again."

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He's still glaring at Bruce like a hungry animal, but he leans on the tree heavily and doesn't make any effort to go around it. He probably has enough strength to go through it if he felt so inclined, but he's not. His breath puffs out around him, and then he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and then opening his eyes again. That blood lust seems to have faded a bit from his expression.

Bruce's words may be from someone Blonsky considers an enemy but even he knows there's truth in them. He hasn't felt this strung-out since his last event, though he would have been more likely to compare it to post-Harlem, had he been coherent enough to remember that.

"Just...shut up." Bruce's words are enough to remind him he needs to put his head back on straight, but just the sound of his voice makes Blonsky want to strike out again.

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Bruce has to rein in his own feelings of wanting to get back at the man for making him Hulk out in the first place. Thankfully, he's still in recovery mode.

He nods, keeping quiet. Less said, the better anyway. Bruce keeps the tree between them, watching Emil carefully. He didn't look any better than Bruce felt.

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Blonsky sighs before straightening up, but keeps a hand on the tree for a little stability, more a mental crutch than anything. He glances at Bruce briefly before finally taking in their surroundings. The pines are spaced wide enough that they don't offer much protection. He takes in the slope of the ground and then turns his back on Bruce and takes a couple steps downhill. From his close proximity, it's likely Bruce will be able to see the changes Blonsky's undergone, even without being the Abomination.

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Bruce eyes the vertebrae poking out farther than normal as if waiting to see if the monster was going to show himself again. But Blonsky seemed to be keeping himself reined in.

"....better?" he asks through chattering teeth. They really needed to get off this mountain.

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"I said-" Blonsky rounds on Bruce, a hand outstretched in mid-grab but he stops, curling his fingers into a fist and then turns back, continuing on his way. "It won't be much warmer in the valley but at least we'll be able to use the trees to block the wind." He grumbled as he wrapped his arms around him. Maybe he could fashion some rudimentary tools, in the very least he certainly had the strength to tear down some limbs so they could maybe tolerate the rest of the night in the cold. It was difficult to maintain his concentration between Bruce and the cold, but he did his best to try and navigate a little as he pauses to look up at the sky. A compass would have been better, but he wasn't that out of practice with his survival training, at least.

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Bruce was too cold to flinch this time, at least outwardly. He wasn't looking forward to another fight but Bruce almost expected it with Blonsky around. It was only a matter of time.

He tries to nod, holding his thin arms around himself and trying to follow behind at a measured distance. Why Blonsky was trying to help him, he couldn't say. But right now, it was too cold to think rationally.

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Too cold and there's an old adage about keeping enemies closer that Blonsky firmly believes in. Either he's bringing Banner in or he's going to try to kill him, but he needs to keep the pathetically skinny man nearby if he's going to attempt either. That, and out here, barely clothed, an extra body is an extra set of eyes and ears. Never could know when nature would decide things had been easy enough and really turn on the heat.

With a snarl aimed at the shadows that still seemed to dance in his peripheral vision, Blonsky shoved his way through the snow, making a path for Banner. Eventually he came across a small grouping of pine trees and stopped, pointing to the middle where the snow was shallow since it'd piled up around the trunks, much like a snow-screen.

"The banks will cut the wind, Get in there and pack down the snow." With that, he turned, having every intention of walking away for a few minutes so he could locate a dead tree they might perhaps be able to build a fire with. If either of them changed again, it wasn't going to be due to the cold, if he had a say in things.

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Bruce trudged after Blonsky through the snow. Already his bare feet had lost all feeling in them.

He nodded at the instructions, only really hearing half of them as he moved slowly to try and pack down the snow like he was told to do.

But whenever Blonsky comes back, Bruce has succumbed to the cold, prone in the snow and unconscious. Too cold and tired from Hulking out to stay awake any longer.

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Blonsky returns, practically dragging an entire tree behind him to see Bruce unconscious in the snow. With a snarled curse he just stands there a moment, struggling to decide whether he should attempt to strangle Bruce where he lay, or pull down some pine branches to make a bed.

It felt like being cheated, that thought of killing Banner without killing the Hulk. The Hulk was what he really wanted, and in short order he's pulled down a couple branches thickly lined with needs and cleared them of snow. He didn't quite kick Bruce, but he shoved him with his foot onto the prickly bed and finished it off with tossing a couple more branches on top of him. Either it'd hurt enough to wake him up, or make him change, he's fine with either as he attempted to start a fire. His own shivering wasn't helping, though it's slowing, and so are his faculties. It's a bad sign, especially since he's already having judgment problems after the high of the fight.

"Get up Banner." Blonsky snapped as he knelt next to Bruce, his own feet and legs going numb from the snow. "Either you help with the fire, or I'm going to hit you again."

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Blonsky's voice was small...far away.

The very thought of Blonsky being small and far away was enough to make the Hulk grin to himself in the darkness. But Bruce was too tired to go through another transformation right now. Too cold to feel any of the needles poking at him. There was a weight on his chest he couldn't get rid of and the light from the fire dancing on his eyelids.

Maybe he was hoping he wouldn't wake up.

There was another light too overhead, a familiar thwop-thwop of helicopter blades. Someone was looking around, trying to find where Blonsky had gotten to.

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It's a good thing that chopper came within hearing range. When Banner didn't respond, Blonsky was serious about hitting Bruce. The man wasn't going to slip away from him that easily, in life or death.

But that sound, there was only one reason a helicopter would be out this way. Setting a branch full of needles on fire, Blonsky used his waning strength to heave it into the air, the fire sputtering as it marked his location like a make-shift flare, and then going out when it landed in the snow. The light turned on their location and Blonsky stood stiffly, finally realizing how cold he'd become as he snarled up at the aircraft. He was fighting himself again, this time physical distress adding to his mental struggle. The chopper couldn't land in their little cluster of trees, but it pointed the way where they could make an evacuation before drifting off through the air lazily.

With a few muttered curses, Blonsky kicked snow onto the fire and cleared the pine branches off of Banner before hefting him over a shoulder. All his motion were painfully sluggish, though to a bystander he seemed to be operating as well as any normal human on a fair weather day. Bruce actually was cooling him down as he dragged him toward their landing zone.

"If you die of hypothermia..." He barely chattered out as he slogged through the snow toward the sound of the chopper and a rescue crew.

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Bruce groaned quietly as he was moved, cold and limp against Blonsky's shoulder. He was definitely hypothermic, his body not even shivering anymore against the cold. Any longer out here and both of them probably wouldn't make it.

The large copter sets down, commandos getting out with tranquilizer weapons ready and hefting a stretcher out. There's a doctor on board, brought along initially to keep Bruce under sedation. Now it would seem, they had a much more important situation brewing. "What happened?" the soldier second in command said, coming over to Blonsky and reaching to help him with the unconscious figure. Though it was pretty clear what had happened, they were both half naked out here in the snow. Apparently they had a scuffle with their inner monsters.

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Blonsky was freezing. He was hypothermic and if they'd had much longer out in the elements he'd have succumbed himself to the fate Banner now found himself in. To say he's not in a good mood is an understatement as he shoves the inquiring soldier away viciously. It's a good thing there's deep snow here, it's the only thing that cushions his landing as he digs a groove into it.

His senses are so dulled that he barely feels the dart him him as he reaches the helicopter, practically dropping Bruce on top of the doctor with a last, stumbling step. The dose leaves Blonsky looped as the soldiers drag him the rest of the way into the helicopter and start covering both frigid men in blankets to warm them up as they take off.

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It's a near thing for Bruce, his senses jostled enough as he's strapped to the stretcher to nudge the Hulk awake. Strapped down. Trapped.

He tries to protest but the next second, he's following the same drugged tunnel Blonsky fell into, blacking out as the medical team work on him. The helicopter leaves the Rocky Mountains for a facility in a highly classified location.

The next thing Bruce is aware of is a very warm room. The heat covering him like a cosy blanket. His eyelids slide open a few millimeters, seeing nothing but soft lights. They have him drugged to the gills with a new cocktail they've been working on. One that they're hoping will adjust for his increased metabolism. Of course, it's still in the experimental stages. And who better to experiment on?

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After all, they've had years to test on Blonsky, but their differences make it all still very questionable if what works on one will work on the other.

Two tables had been prepared in the room, but it'd been the hope that Blonsky might have enough control now to not necessitate the less-than-ideal situation which presented itself. With only one Hulk-resistant bunker available, Blonsky was being sedated across the room. He was making a bit of a fuss of it, but it was hardly more than a few annoyed grunts and snarls without any intelligence behind them. He strained, finally breaking one of the straps and there were a few panicked shouts even though his motions were lethargic as he attempted to grab for the blurry white form of a lab coat.

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He could hear the Hulk breaking stuff...or at least, that's what his ears were telling him. Bruce fleetingly wonders how they got the two of them separated.

And then he's awake, blinking the cobwebs away as he's looking over at the other table. The lab techs trying to reassure Blonsky of where he was and trying to get him to calm down while another dose of sedative was brought over.

Bruce had a bad feeling about this.

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The tech in Blonsky's grip is thrown at the one retrieving the sedative as he gets his head free and turns to see Banner. There's a moment of unbridled rage and hate in his eyes, until he's surprised from behind with a needle to the neck. He swings blindly, batting away the medic and then pulls out the syringe but enough has been injected to dull his mind as he falls limp, though he still clearly struggles to fight against the medication. His words slurring as he's only barely aware he's even speaking what's really on his mind.

"Go tessst Banner. I've had, had enoughhh."

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"We're trying, sir. But you keep taking up our time." Really, how were they expected to keep both monsters at bay like this?? The techs really didn't think they could keep this up forever but the higher ups were insisting they do it.

Bruce gets a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The drugs had left him dull but he knew where he was now. And knew there was only one way out.

He feigns sleep as the techs come over to start working on him again, drawing a few tubes of blood.

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Blonsky utters a few snarled curses, barely coherent formations of the words as he fights the sedatives, providing quite a significant distraction that keeps the majority of the techs gathered around him.

One of them is trying to get his attention and eventually the medication gets enough of a hold to take the fight out of him. It's not until one of the guards walks over and stands nearby, practically growling his name. There's a silent acknowledgement as his head drops back to the steel surface with a loud thud.

At least someone had the wherewithal to grab one of Blonsky's 'handlers' from during his earlier rehabilitation. He's breathing heavily from the exertion and is still fighting to keep his eyes open against the sedatives, but most of the fight is out of him for now. This wasn't part of the deal to go after Banner, but if he kept acting like an animal he knew they'd cage him up again without hesitation. That prospect alone was enough earn the minimum amount of submission from the monstrous soldier as he blinked heavily and then stared at the lights on the bunker ceiling.
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