[Since she isn't asleep, it's hard not to notice when the Hulk begins transforming into the familiar shape of the man she loves. The change is faster than she remembers, and smoother, and she doesn't really get the chance to say anything appropriate or ask the dozen or so questions that suddenly spring to mind, but that's fine.
She's happy to have Bruce back, even scuffed up and looking like the fugitive he isn't anymore, oddly small and vulnerable. At least his head fits into her lap a little better this way. Her handbag and anything useful in it are long gone, but she pats him off with her hands and picks larger pieces of concrete out of his hair by touch while she waits for him to gather his bearings.
The moon is starting rise, fat and yellowish in the distance, and the reedy sound of sirens picks up from somewhere far away, almost lost under the chirps and chatter of the mountainside at night. There will probably be a search party - she'd guess not until the morning.]
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She's happy to have Bruce back, even scuffed up and looking like the fugitive he isn't anymore, oddly small and vulnerable. At least his head fits into her lap a little better this way. Her handbag and anything useful in it are long gone, but she pats him off with her hands and picks larger pieces of concrete out of his hair by touch while she waits for him to gather his bearings.
The moon is starting rise, fat and yellowish in the distance, and the reedy sound of sirens picks up from somewhere far away, almost lost under the chirps and chatter of the mountainside at night. There will probably be a search party - she'd guess not until the morning.]