#nobanner

...because the world is saved.

Shojo watched from her hiding place as the Hulk smashed at whatever evil alien was attacking Earth. It was down to the main leader and Hulk finally brought down the finishing blow and the alien burst into a slimy blue goo. 

"Hey, Hulk! Someone sent you a present!”

A guard came in holding the end of a chain. Connected to said chain was a young woman with her wrists bound in irons. An extra chain connected the irons on her wrists to the thick iron collar around her neck. She was small, her long brown hair hurriedly tied up, and dressed in very little clothing. Her cheeks were wet from tears she had cried earlier. 

Shojo woke up with a splitting headache in Hulk’s bed. Oh dear. That was the first red flag. She sat up to get her bearings and- Whoa. Why did her body feel so heavy? Why did she seem so tall, even when sitting? Why was her skin... green??

She leaped out of bed and smacked into the wall, making a decent crack. Her arms were green. Her arms were huge. Hulk huge. 

“Oh my go-”

@nobanner

((I have no clue where this came from but I wrote a thing with @nobanner ‘s Hulk and Shojo being in mortal peril but also being fluffy. Enjoy.)) 

Some drunk decided it was a super idea to get into an abandoned ship and fly it around the Grand Master’s building and open fire. The idiot was brought down in a matter of minutes but an explosive hole now existed on the 60th floor. Hulk heard the explosion from the 62nd floor where his bedroom was and he knew that Shojo had offered to bring him breakfast in bed that lazy afternoon. 

He jumped out of bed and stormed out to the balcony to get a better look, seeing the damage that had occurred. Fires burned from various points of the hole and both pieces of building and people fell the whole way down to the ground below. Hulk shoved past people to get down to the damaged floor and roared to call out for Shojo. 

No one dared to stop him although they certainly told him not to enter the burning fray. Other rescues happened around him and his eyes scanned the crowds but there was still no sight of her. He charged into the flames and flipped over tables and counters and broken chunks of wall haphazardly until he saw a slender leg out near the ledge under a leaning piece of concrete.

It was a miracle it didn’t crush her as Shojo laid dazed on the floor, a decent cut in her lip and bruises in various spots. Hulk shoved the concrete aside with one hand and scooped up Shojo in the other, holding her close. She stirred and opened her eyes, her vision blurry but able to make out his green head in her field of vision. 

“Shojo okay?” he asked her.  She coughed but nodded, still disoriented. He let the concrete chunk crash to the floor and turned to bring her back to safety. Suddenly the floor gave out from under him, that hunk of wall cracking the foundation even more. Hulk reached out to grab a hold of the inner scaffolding as Shojo fell from his arm. She snapped back to reality to grab him back but her grip wouldn’t hold. They locked scared eyes for a solid two seconds before Shojo began to fall, reaching out to him as he reached for her. She could barely scream, too terrified to think as she plummeted towards the ground. 

Hulk screamed for her, pulling himself up to a standing position only to launch himself down the height of the building and headed straight towards her. 40 floors to go. Her tears flew up and touched his hand before she could and the ground kept getting closer and closer. Hulk reached. He was so close. 30 floors. Shojo tried to keep steady enough for him to grab her. Her eyes were wide. 20 floors. Just a little.. farther... 10 floors. 

Hulk grabbed Shojo’s wrist, and yanked her close to him as he curled his body to take the fall himself. They crash landed with Hulk’s arms wrapped around the fragile woman he held, letting the whole brunt of the fall go to him. 

Dozens of terrified and morbidly curious onlookers gazed down into the Hulk-shaped hole in the ground. Shojo groaned under his arms and shifted to get out from under them. The Hulk let out a similar sound of pain, adjusting himself to sit up a little. Both raised their heads to look at each other, half conscious and half in a state of pure shock. 

“Shojo okay?” he asked her again softly. She nodded and blinked away tears that left slender trails down her soot covered cheeks. Hulk gently nudged a tear off her face. “Should be more careful next time. Maybe wear parachute.”

Shojo’s trembling lips curved into a smile and she leaned in to kiss him, much to the enjoyment of the crowd around them. Some of the Grand Master’s men came to help their champion receive medical attention and shooed the onlookers away. Hulk sat up and continued to hold Shojo in his arm. 

“I.. think I’m gonna pass out now. Would you.. Would you mind carrying me?” Shojo asked as reality set back in. 

“Already carrying you,” he pointed out, standing up with a stiff grunt and brushing off gravel from his hair like it was nothing. 

“Oh. Okay.. That’s good.. Hey, remind me later to.. to thank you... with.. my mouth.. Yeah...”