[ It's fine, he's going to be fine. This is hardly the first time someone tries to set up a trap for him— and for once, he's actually one step ahead, for the simple fact that he's not stuck in there, a rampaging Hulk set loose on a sea of innocent people. The mere thought has his stomach twisting; that's probably what they were aiming for too, he realizes bitterly, some attempt to shine a bad light on the Avengers. He'll have to tell the others about this later, any details he can remember, so they can figure out who's trying to get to them. (And of course they'd go after the one of the group that can most easily lose control. Of course.)
But he also knows that this weekend was supposed to be theirs, no hiccups, no unpleasant surprises. They were literally just making out like a pair of teenagers, and he was already looking forward to a brief dinner and then spending the whole night locked away in their hotel bedroom. This kind of ruins those plans a little. But it's not as if ignoring this and leaving will allow them to just go back to those plans as if nothing were happening at all.
Still, he smiles apologetically at her, stepping closer again when she moves away. ] I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. [ Some other weekend, for sure; he'll find a nice place, where people can't find them, and where they can have the peaceful break they deserve.
At the mention of generators, he straightens up again, glancing around in the dark. ] He probably could. [ The Hulk, he means— but turning now would draw too much attention to the both of them, when they're trying to keep their advantage by keeping quiet and disabling the generators before those at fault for this realize they're aware of what's happening. ] But I can try. Hold on—
[ Before anything else, he gets to his knees on the floor, then his hands, leaning forward and pressing his ear to the floor. He closes his eyes, feels a soft constant thrum beneath his palms, a buzz vibrating just barely through his ears. He gets up again, murmurs at her. ] Let's try downstairs first.
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But he also knows that this weekend was supposed to be theirs, no hiccups, no unpleasant surprises. They were literally just making out like a pair of teenagers, and he was already looking forward to a brief dinner and then spending the whole night locked away in their hotel bedroom. This kind of ruins those plans a little. But it's not as if ignoring this and leaving will allow them to just go back to those plans as if nothing were happening at all.
Still, he smiles apologetically at her, stepping closer again when she moves away. ] I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. [ Some other weekend, for sure; he'll find a nice place, where people can't find them, and where they can have the peaceful break they deserve.
At the mention of generators, he straightens up again, glancing around in the dark. ] He probably could. [ The Hulk, he means— but turning now would draw too much attention to the both of them, when they're trying to keep their advantage by keeping quiet and disabling the generators before those at fault for this realize they're aware of what's happening. ] But I can try. Hold on—
[ Before anything else, he gets to his knees on the floor, then his hands, leaning forward and pressing his ear to the floor. He closes his eyes, feels a soft constant thrum beneath his palms, a buzz vibrating just barely through his ears. He gets up again, murmurs at her. ] Let's try downstairs first.