Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

RAAAAAARRR!!!! The mighty roar of the hulking goliath reverberated throughout the adjoining sections of the high security bunker buried deep underground in a secure location found in an isolated area miles away from civilization. A section above, dozens agents of the secret agency known as SHIELD monitored the heavily reinforced room through several surveillance screens. Many others were awaiting orders for action within the adjoining rooms below, while even more stood by above for similar orders. Standing amongst those within the main surveillance area was a trench coated man whom watched on through his one good eye while those around him showed understandable concern. Sir, are you certain those restraints can hold him? One of those men inquired to which Nick Fury would answer with all honesty, No. But they are the best we have available to us. Donated courtesy of Mr. Stark himself. The restraints in question were titanium reinforced pieces which completely enclosed the arms and legs of the Hulk while keeping the beast restrained to the floor and wall, respectively. They had enough give for him to tug at them with all of his might, yet were built within the very cell itself in preparation for just such an occasion making it near impossible to simply pull the restraints out of the walls. Inside of each restraint, a highly potent serum was being injected directly into the Hulk's bloodstream. Designed with help from Banner himself to try and suppress the Hulk's aggression, but any such affect they were having seemed negligible. Perhaps due in part to this current fit having less to do with rage and more so being related to another stimulant entirely. We owe Banner a lot for his assistance during the New York incident. But if his other side doesn't get itself under control... Fury pondered with some consideration on how to possibly slay such an unstoppable force of nature mulling over a few of their contingency plans while continuing, My instincts keep saying we should put him down while we have the chance. But it would a waste of a brilliant mind and an amazing weapon. Sir? The voice of a lone agent drew Fury's gaze toward a monitor, which showed the arrival of perhaps their best hope in detaining this sudden situation. Patch me through. The dark figure instructed, as a secure channel was opened up between their observation area and the bunker below which was connected to the Hulk's cell letting Nick speak through the intercom directly to the sole person inside whom awaited her final instructions, I apologize for the sudden house call, Miss Romanoff. But as I'm sure you can hear on the other side of that reinforced door, we have urgent need of your presence. Another primal roar could be heard on the other side of said door, followed by the heavy pounding of an unspeakably powerful figure thrashing about in there. I trust you've been briefed on the situation. We'll be cutting off all means of surveillance upon your entry to his cell. Do whatever is needed to calm him down. By any means possible. Otherwise, and I cannot stress this enough, we'll be forced to take more lethal measures. Fury instructed - allowing a moments silence for the gravity of the situation sink in for the Avengers member - before ending the communication with a simple, Good luck. Inside of the cell, the Hulk huffed in place for a few moments as his body adjusted to the newest dose of the serum. The potent mixture servicing its purpose for those few fleeting moments, yet quickly burning through his increased metabolism as Hulk's mind flashed back to the source of his current 'frustrations'. Betty.... The goliath spoke slowly. The image of Banner's love flashing through his mind. Followed by primal imagery of the famed General's daughter. Naked. Beautiful. Servicing the Hulk in place of puny Banner. Being taken by the monstrous figure as he slammed the aching cock which currently threatened to burst through his tattered jeans any second now. Bruce may have gained a grasp on the anger which triggered the Hulk's transformations, but evidently the scientific mishap which cursed him with his alternate persona had found other means of stimulation for coming out on his own. Unable to even relieve his own stress with his currently restrained hands, the hulking male growled deeply before letting out with a low rumble, Puny men. Let. Hulk. OUT!!!! More harsh tugs at the restraints. A few noises which seemed a bit too close to the hard restraints actually bending for anyone's comfort. Yet still holding their prisoner for now, as the sound of a secure door unlocking could be hard from the far corner of the hard metal cell room. Hmm? The Hulk let out curious and already preparing to vent out his frustrations at whomever walked through that doorway, as his eyes soon settled upon the sight of a familiar and perhaps welcomed figure. Already, the Hulk seemed to at least be refocusing his efforts toward simply staring at the new arrival, rather than on trying to break free of his restraints. At least, so far.