No Banner, No Hulk, Just Joe

Darcy leaned against the counter, rolling her eyes with a huff as the AI repeated the basics of her identity back to the Not-Hulk Hulk. There had been a sort of power in knowing who he was without being identified herself, a pleasure that drains from her system in moments, leaving the younger woman irritable.

Just another way technology is ruining our youth.

“I know, you’re just super hella pumped, right?

–You’re not who I thought you would be, though. Like I thought you were, you know, supposed to be mild mannered boring scientist man who sort of resembles a kicked puppy when you weren’t, uh, green.”

Her clear dissatisfaction made Joe all the more smug about winning his way. His mood soured slightly though when she mentioned her expectations of him. “If ya want mild-mannered an’ borin’, ya got tha wrong guy. I do tha smashin’ ‘round here, green or not.” He began to wonder if he’d rather be recognized for his rampages as Hulk or for his former cage. It was a tough choice.

please-callmejoe:

“Says you. I ain’t never been a fan ah playin’ by other peoples rules. Far as I’m concerned; I win when I know. Don’t matter how I know, just that I do. So, spill or I ask the computer, your choice.”

“Guess you’re asking the AI, cause I’m not dishing.”

Arms cross over her chest, her chin jutting out in something that might have been challenging if not for the fact she was near about a door shorter than him.

He figured he could live with it if she thought she’d won; at least his curiosity would be sated. “Jarv, who tha hell is this girl?”

The A.I.’s disembodied voice filled the room as it gave the long sought after answer. [That would be Ms. Darcy Lewis, personal assistant to Jane Foster and acquaintance to multiple members of the Avengers.]

       “Glad is an understatement.”

A turn of her heel and she started towards the pick up spot. “You packed some extra clothes right?” She shot over her shoulder with a sly expression. “I don’t think most bars allow people with no shirts inside.” Stopping, Natasha took a quick look around, faintly grimacing at the damage both they and the monster wrought. 

        “Eugh. This won’t be easy to clean up. We did a bit of a number on this block. Ohhhhh, let’s get to the jet. We need to split. And now I really want a beer.”

❛ don’t get SASSY with me i just got here. ❜