Bruce's POV
I awaken to a sharp nudge in my arm, instantly shooting up. I'm laying, shirtless, with nothing but my torn pants inside of a massive crater. I groan, rolling over and pulling my head down to my knees, sitting up.
"Whatdya', take us on autopilot?" I manage to say despite the extreme lack of moisture in my mouth, god I've never been this thirsty.
As usual, no response from the other guy. I push my hair back with one of my hands and rub the other across my face before noticing a man out of the corner of my eye, jumping back.
Standing there is a man draped in animal skin, with red and white markings on his face, holding a massive spear. He speaks in a language I don't know, and points the spear at me. He continues speaking, and I can tell he's asking me some sort of question.
"Hey- hey lets not be rash here, okay? I, hey, L-look I just, I don't even know where I am." I say as he points his spear at my neck, lifting my chin with it. I put my hands up slowly and gulp, trying to back away.
"Do you know who I am?" I say
He raises his eyebrows and yells something, causing multiple other men to began scaling down the side of the crater making their way towards us. I try to think through an escape but come up with nothing. Two of the men grab me under the arms and begin dragging me up to the surface, the first man now pointing his spear at my back. I feel my heartbeat speed up, and feel the other guy start to take more and more control away from me. I try to redirect the emotions coursing through my veins causing a tendon on my neck to turn green. I start taking deep breaths and the men drop me. I slide a little back down the crater and land on all fours, panting. Three spears are now pointed at my face. I gulp and feel the hulk take over, feeling my pants rip more as I fall into a haze just like every time he comes out.
When I come to, I'm still in the crater, surrounded now by dead bodies.
I see the first man, his eyes open, his mouth slightly ajar. I run my hands over my face in hopes that it's fake. I feel myself begin to panic. Falling backwards and catching myself on my hands, the next thing I know my hand had landed on a spear which went straight through my palm. I yelled and ripped my hand back as the blood began to pour.
"Gotta..." I grimaced. "Get out of here..." I panted and began the slow and painful climb up the wall of the crater. I grabbed onto a tree root above and and pulled myself up as much as possible, still panting. I make a mental note to get into better shape.
After what feels like ages I reach the top, making one last pull to throw my upper body up over the side. I flip myself over onto my back and close my eyes as I try to catch my breath, laying one hand on my stomach and throwing the other one above my head. I then pull my legs up and push myself up so I'm standing, still exhausted.
"I really need to get back into shape." I breath before turning and walking off. I figured if I walk one way it's gotta land me somewhere.
gotta find Nat
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adoration - brutasha
FanfictionBruce Banner awakens one day to find himself stranded on an island off the coast of Africa , unaware of how he got there. His last memory being only a whisper, those three words, three little words. The last thing he heard before hulking out. "I ad...
