[He might not relax, but she does when it's apparent that he's not about to up and vanish on her. She scoots closer and eventually leans against him, tentatively at first and mindful of where his injuries had been, then more confidently when he doesn't flinch away.
Back at the conference, help is probably coming for the people left in the aftermath. Even if everyone's mobiles are still not functional, there's been enough commotion to draw outside attention. If Bruce were more present, he'd probably want to do the responsible thing and lend a hand, and someone would start on the investigation, but all things can take care of themselves for the moment and she isn't going to worry about it.
Bruce's Avengers life is one she's only involved in through happenstance, and she thinks he prefers it that way. Frankly, she does too, especially when stuff like this happens, as romantic as superheroism is in concept. She's seen the Hulk several times now, spoken with him, even partnered with him, but it's still rarely for long and it would be fair for the Hulk part of Bruce to think she's of everyone else's opinion about his existence and utility. The opportunity for this kind of downtime has really only happened once before.
There's no storm to wait out, but it still puts to mind her first real encounter with the Hulk, years ago, a violent nightmare that somehow ended sweetly. (What Bruce considers their first encounter doesn't count.) There's something not quite like guilt associated with the memory, an old choice she doesn't regret but isn't proud of either.
She'd fallen asleep to those thoughts - they'd fallen asleep together - but from the way the Hulk is tensed under and beside her, neither of them are that same sort of exhausted tonight. After the excitement from earlier, she doesn't mind doing nothing as long as he doesn't get bored of her resting quietly, sometimes coughing a little when she breathes in too deeply.]
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Back at the conference, help is probably coming for the people left in the aftermath. Even if everyone's mobiles are still not functional, there's been enough commotion to draw outside attention. If Bruce were more present, he'd probably want to do the responsible thing and lend a hand, and someone would start on the investigation, but all things can take care of themselves for the moment and she isn't going to worry about it.
Bruce's Avengers life is one she's only involved in through happenstance, and she thinks he prefers it that way. Frankly, she does too, especially when stuff like this happens, as romantic as superheroism is in concept. She's seen the Hulk several times now, spoken with him, even partnered with him, but it's still rarely for long and it would be fair for the Hulk part of Bruce to think she's of everyone else's opinion about his existence and utility. The opportunity for this kind of downtime has really only happened once before.
There's no storm to wait out, but it still puts to mind her first real encounter with the Hulk, years ago, a violent nightmare that somehow ended sweetly. (What Bruce considers their first encounter doesn't count.) There's something not quite like guilt associated with the memory, an old choice she doesn't regret but isn't proud of either.
She'd fallen asleep to those thoughts - they'd fallen asleep together - but from the way the Hulk is tensed under and beside her, neither of them are that same sort of exhausted tonight. After the excitement from earlier, she doesn't mind doing nothing as long as he doesn't get bored of her resting quietly, sometimes coughing a little when she breathes in too deeply.]