Two Guys, a Prison, and Hydra (for soulisblack)

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Bruce kept his eyes closed. He knew he was being dragged somewhere and as much as he wanted to fight back, he couldn't. Whatever they had doped him up with was doing the hula with his brain and he was having a hard time getting it to stop. Despite being numb from the neck up, he could make out the fact that more than one person was holding onto him. There was a pair of hands on each arm, his feet were dragging out behind him as they moved him along.

Bruce hoped fleetingly as he faded in and out of consciousness that he hadn't been captured by Ross.

There was a click and swish of a glass door and Bruce was hauled inside and strapped down to a table. Someone in a white lab coat was mumbling from far away as they shined a light in Bruce's eyes in turn. There was an accent he could only just make out....sounded German.

He must have faded out again because the next moment he was aware of, Bruce was alone. He took a few breaths trying to clear his head and worked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling. This was bad. Very, very bad.

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There's a sudden WHAP and the Hydra guard slumps to the floor, letting go of the taser. Bruce is standing there, a long piece of the IV pole in hand. He keeps his distance just in case Emil decides he's going to try and take Bruce out too, but he couldn't leave him here being electrocuted like that.

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There's a long moment where it's a distinct possibility. With the guards eliminated and no-one else handy and a general ineffective rage circulating, it certainly looks as if Blonsky might lash out simply out of reflex.

But he doesn't. He takes a deep, relieved breath, and then a second as independent, focused movement returns, and regains his feet before making his way towards the doorway with a few halting steps and a nondescript grunt that might have been a thanks. He's certainly not going to say it.

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The IV pole is kept ready in his hands in case of an attack but when it doesn't come, he leans back against the wall with a sigh of his own. Oh, how he wish he could stuff the Hulk back in like that, if that had been him who got tasered, he wouldn't be himself right now.

Bruce rolls his eyes, following behind as best as he can on legs that still feel like they're made of rubber. "You're welcome..."

He would love to stop and regroup but there's footsteps coming, quite a few of them. Looks like their escape wasn't entirely unseen. Bruce moves along the corridor full of doors as fast as he can. A glance into one room shows an empty laboratory of sorts.

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"I could've handled it," comes the answering grumble, but there are more important things to be doing right now that arguing. He stalks down the hallway at a brisk pace, glancing back and forth as they go like a cat on the prowl and largely ignoring Banner, for the time being anyway. It's only a matter of time until the soldiers catch up, but he needs a bigger space, this hallway's too cramped.

It doesn't need to be, the lizard brain volunteers, and it's certainly tempting; days of forced repression has only served to make everything keener, worsened the need to let it out. But that's what got him here in the first place.

But God, if it isn't tempting.

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"...I don't doubt that," Bruce says, keeping back just enough to be behind Blonsky as they move down the corridor. He glances up and swipes at a camera with the pole in his hands, breaking the lens. "They already know how to capture us...separately." Bruce couldn't believe what he was about to suggest but he didn't want to get captured again. And if running for his life had taught him anything, it was you do what you have to to survive. Sometimes that means swallowing a flashdrive on the run. And right now, it seems his only ally was Blonsky.

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Blonsky stops short and whirls around, fixing Banner with a narrow look. He wouldn't. He refused. The man was good at hiding, he'd give him that, but he was a scientist, a pacifist, not a fighter. He wouldn't do him much good.

...Although he supposed he could have his uses.

"You're proposing we work together."

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There's almost a visible wince, yeah Bruce wasn't crazy about this idea either. But it was the best idea he had right now. "Look, it will be the last thing anyone here will be expecting. If we can make it work." That was the main thing, because these two just don't get along, alter egos aside.

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"If you don't slow us down, you mean."

Nevermind that it was Bruce who had helped him get loose to begin with; clearly beside the point.

"Fine. But we're doing this my way. You can't keep up, I'm leaving you behind. And the pacifist bit's not going to cut it."

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"...I'll try not to." It was a diplomatic answer, Bruce was the one being chased after last time, they had been the ones to keep up with him.

"Fair enough." This was Hydra. Bruce had no intention of going easy on them.

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"Good."

This wasn't going to work. He knew this already; it wouldn't, it couldn't, there was no way. Banner got skittish the moment there was even the possibility of a skirmish, preferred to run away at the first sign, he didn't have much hope that he would be any use in that regard. But it wasn't his problem; if he couldn't manage he'd end up in a cell again, it wasn't Blonsky's problem. Unfortunate since he wouldn't be able to have his own revenge later, but necessary if it came to it.

"Come on, then." He took off down the hallway, moving swiftly and almost silently in spite of his boots, glancing in each room as they passed. He half hoped they would run across someone, an opportunity for him to take out his frustrations at this whole situation, but at the same time he didn't; slip out quickly, without notice, and you have a chance of managing it, get into it with guards and you're likely to get more and then never get out.

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Bruce moved as quietly as he could, keeping pace but not too close to Blonsky. He kept looking behind them, clutching at the IV pole in his hand. It was getting too easy, they were bound to be found out before too long. He didn't even know what kind of facility this was.

Another few turns and it became more than apparent where they were. A set of double doors opened up into a giant hanger bay...except this one was for submarines. There were lots of Hydra soldiers here, Bruce quickly ducked back near the doors they had come through to avoid being seen. They were up at the beginning of a catwalk that spanned the whole large room. Below the catwalk were the soldiers and submarines, crates of various things...and of course, lots of water. "Quite a setup..." Bruce said quietly.

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"Military base; what'd you expect?"

Potentially problematic, but it wasn't as if he'd honestly expected them to be able to walk out unaccosted.

He assessed the catwalk; one soldier about halfway down, easily overpowered since he hadn't seen them yet. Probably a few more on the other side, and with the cross-path in the middle of the room likely another door on each side with more soldiers there as well. Not to mention those on the ground who would be attracted the moment anyone up here said "boo", or if they bothered to look on their own initiative.

But manageable. Provided he was where he needed to be when he needed to be there, provided the soldier didn't see him coming first, provided the others didn't look at the right time, provided Banner didn't get in the way...And now he was overthinking.

Don't. One step at a time. It's manageable; he'd beaten worse odds under worse conditions. Don't think. Do; he had raw power in his veins, a godlike creature waiting to be unleashed hidden under his skin. Even without a weapon, without body armor, he had this beat before he'd even started.

Without a word to Bruce, he started down the catwalk, long strides and the serum carrying him down it faster than it had any right to; he was on the soldier before he had time to cry out in surprise, immobilizing and incapacitating before he could fight back properly and pressing the heel of his boot into his windpipe to ensure future silence.

He looked back at his companion and smirked at him darkly, the expression feral and barely human. One down.

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"Ok, I think we shou-..." Before Bruce could finish that sentence, Blonsky was already moving. He winced as the soldier was taken out so quickly and moved to follow along behind him, keeping an eye on the activity below. So far, nobody had seen them. He gives Blonsky a wary look back at that expression but says nothing.