#;hulk

Flip a coin, spin a wheel. Dealer’s choice.

FIVE KISSES (3/5)

It was a nasty fall, to be fair. Probably one of the worst she'd taken during her time with Dee, and probably wouldn't be the last if these missions had anything to say about it. Molly wondered if she'd splat once she hit the ground, or if she'd just break apart into tiny pieces for all the king's men to try and put back together again.

This was what she'd considered, as she screamed.

What Molly didn't realize was how quickly the Hulk could get to her, and what she'd forgotten was how adept he was at scaling buildings--well, not so much scaling as creating his own footholds in the brick and steel. Just as fast as she'd plummeted, he'd plucked her out of the air and against his chest to drop safely to the ground.

Pick Molly Up Meme

6)  for receiver to pick up sender who keeps insisting they aren’t tired and carry them to bed anyway. (aka I can't read and I'm assuming they're picking up Molly since she's not big enough to do the opposite)

"Quit looking at me like that." Molly mumbled, keeping her focus on the book laid out before her. She'd rubbed her eyes once--just the once--and now suddenly Banner seemed to know better. Molly didn't need bed, and she sure as hell didn't need a babysitter. That didn't seem to matter to Bruce as she suddenly found herself scooped up with ease, carted away from the work she'd been pouring over for...well, damn near two days at this point.

"Banner--what the hell, man?! I was almost done!" She wriggled, not really caring if it tipped the both of them over.

12)  receiver walks into kitchen while sender is cooking,  sender picks them up and sets them on the counter. 

Her nose had led her--or at least started the journey. The rest of the way had been paved by her stomach, growling like a beast. There wasn't much that could tear her away from her pages once she'd gotten settled in them for the evening, but damn if whatever was going on in the kitchen didn't smell divine.

She also hadn't expected it to be due to Fixit's handiwork.

"...Joe?"

The second the name had slipped from her (though chances were that he'd heard her long before she'd seen him), Fixit's hands were at her waist, hoisting her onto the countertop with maddening ease. "Seriously? Manhandling me isn't gonna win you brownie points--" She cut herself off with a sniff of the air. "...whatever's cooking might, though."

24)  our muses are walking somewhere together and receiver spontaneously picks up sender to carry them the rest of the way. 

"I am not walking too slow, I'm walking the perfect speed and the perfect amount and perfectly--HULK!"

Before she could blink, the green goliath had raised her high and set her over his shoulder as easy as he might lift a dishrag. Clearly she'd been wrong when she stated that she was moving the perfect speed--it had been, for her, but apparently not for him. "Dude, this is so unprofessional. I could lodge complaints, you know! Wouldn't do much, but I could!"

Threatening Meme

“A little of both, I guess.”

The voice practically vibrates her from the inside out, and Molly has to cement her feet, plant herself to keep from taking an instinctive step backward. That wasn’t the point, here. Fear wasn’t an option. And how many times had things bigger than Hulk stared her down? It was silly to feel any measure of discomfort. She was a soldier.

“There’s no reason to be that way.” She finally piped up again, holding up her hands. “Nobody’s locked in. I mean, you and I are locked in together, but not—“

While this particular disaster wasn’t The Hulk’s doing--or, at the very least, it didn’t start as his doing--it had become her job to ensure it didn’t go too far. There was containment to consider...witnesses and the clean-up, and if they couldn’t rein the beast in, then she would be in some pretty deep trouble with her bosses. The potential for death hadn’t escaped her, but that was very old hat these days, wasn’t it?

The ruined town practically shook as the green giant descended, and Molly could almost feel the ground beneath her feet split as though she herself had dropped into it. While she needed to keep her eye on him, she couldn’t help the curiosity. This was the alter she’d heard so much about, but had never actually seen with her own eyes. She could see how he could terrify most anyone. Especially when he began to all but barrel his way toward her.

Oh. Oh, fuck, he was barreling toward her.

Unwilling to grab at her weapon (Bruce was in there, after all), Molly braced herself for the impact, wondering how long it would take to put herself back together after this one--

But it never came. Instead, he’s examining her. Fuck, all he needed were the damn glasses. She exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her chin lifting slightly.

Crocodile Girl?

You know, somebody once said I reminded them of a crocodile. Ah, the one from Peter Pan?