Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

What? Did you say something? Natasha asked, glancing briefly over her shoulder, not at all expecting to see Bruce clutching at his head and muttering hysterically in an all too familiar manner. She let go of the jammed suitcase and immediately spun back around to face him, not knowing what to do first. Instinctively, Natasha did a quick visual sweep of the inside of the hut and listened for any clues that mint point towards some sort of danger or whatever else that might be causing the doctor to transform, presumably against his will, but she neither saw nor heard anything. The sound of her own name being uttered with a cross between Bruce's strained voice and the Hulk's guttural growl was enough to make Natasha's blood turn into a thick frozen slush in her veins. Terror glimmered in her wide open, pale blue eyes as she stood there frozen in place like a fawn caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. Her muscles seemingly refused to listen to any commands that her brain was sending while she watched Dr. Banner's skin take on the Hulk's green tint and his muscles begin to bulge and grow at an unbelievable rate. No, no, no, not again, the Widow thought to herself as she watched the grotesque transformation take place, her own body shaking like a leaf. Anything else but this. Bru - Bruce! Wait, calm down, it's safe, everything's fine! Reasoning with the doctor - or the Hulk, rather, by that point - was probably not the smartest or most effective course of action, but the Widow was so bewildered with fear that she couldn't think of anything else. Natasha's voice caught in her throat before she could continue, however, as the fully transformed Hulk glared down at her. She had no idea what he wanted or what had prompted his untimely arrival in the first place. All that Natasha could remember was the sound of screaming steel and deafening footsteps and savage roars from when the Hulk had chased her through the helicarrier and the fact that she'd come within an inch of being mauled to death by those giant green hands. Finally, she snapped out of her fear induced stupor just in time to duck below the Hulk's outreaching hand and roll away in the direction of the door before he could catch her. Natasha's heart was thumping as if it were likely to burst out of her ribcage at any moment, the same Natasha who's vitals barely even flinched during most missions. The Hulk struck a primal sense of terror and dread into her unlike anything else that the deadly redhead had ever encountered. Not even daring to look back at him for fear that she might freeze again, Natasha sprinted towards the door and out into the wilderness, finally heeding the advice that Bruce had given to her right before he'd been overpowered by his other, angrier half. As she was running as fast as her legs could carry her without getting tripped up in any of the jungle's very thick vegetation, the Widow brought a finger up to her ear, activating her tiny earpiece by proximity. This is agent Romanoff, I need... she paused to take a shallow breat, ...immediate evac half a mile west of my current position. It's urgent. Hopefully she'd be able to reach the rendezvous point at the same time as the chopper with the Hulk far enough away for him not to interfere...but Natasha had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.