Cold-Blooded

[]Chapter 5[]

As I walked in, I finally spotted Bruce, who looked like he wanted to bash his head in. A chattering brunette stood beside him, rambling about something. I could see his skin turning slightly green and I rushed over.

"Alright, that's enough of your life-story," I snorted and grabbed Banner's hand.

"And who are you?" she growled, grabbing Banner's other hand. I stared at her and Bruce started to look worried. Not about hulking out, about me.

"I am his girlfriend, so get your slutty hand off," I stated with a snarl, and yanked his other hand out of her grasp and marched off triumphantly, feeling her eyes burn the back of my skull. What did I care, however? She was mortal, after all.

"Thank you. She just kept going on and on, and every time I went to leave she just yanked me back down into the seat. I swore I was going to lose it," Bruce said, rubbing his wrists.

"No problem. I'm sure you would've done the same thing in my place." I glanced around, looking for something else to do.

"So about that girlfriend part......" Bruce began. I gave him a look with a raised eyebrow.

"What about it?"

"Did you mean it, or did you just say it to get her off my tail?"

"Well that depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not you want me to mean it," I replied and bobbed off towards the dance floor, leaving him to come up with his own conclusions. Damn, I made a good modern day drama queen.

I shoved my way into the middle, twirling to the beat nonchalantly. Every once and a while a song would replay, and I'd know the lyrics so I'd sing along like nearly everyone else did.

My foot got stepped on, heavily. I turned to look at the man who did so, and was mortified to see that it was indeed, actually a woman. She seemed to have no knowledge of stepping on my foot, so I let it slide and went back to dancing, but it happened again.

Not truly wanting to talk to her, I simply crossed over to the other side of the floor, shoving people out of my way softly. It was hard to believe that some people could be rude enough to throw people around.

Everything went just fine, until I heard an unearthly roar from somewhere in front of me. Oh, Banner. It was the brunette wasn't it? The mortals all screamed and dropped to the ground, and I made my way over to the solitary green figure.

"Banner!" I shouted, kicking him in the knee softly to gain his attention. I got it, but I suddenly doubted I wanted it. His eyes met mine, completely wild. Banner had exited the building. "Calm. Down." I commanded, glaring back. Even if he punched me or whatever, it wouldn't hurt me. Knock the wind out maybe, but nothing more. That strength fueled my gaze, and Bruce slowly turned and shrank back into his human form.

I looked away, shielding my eyes with my hand. "What?" he asked innocently.

"No clothes," I stated back. I imagined his face turning red, and we hurried out of the club. Me laughing, Banner trying to find some clothes.

"I liked that shirt too," he said pitifully, now at least having some pants. I was sitting in the passenger seat, still laughing so hard it was silent. No one else seemed to find it funny, but it was the most amusing thing I'd seen in days.

"Was it the brunette?" I asked, gasping as I finally finished my session.

"No this time it was a red-head," he replied, completely serious. I clasped my hand over my mouth in a vain attempt to not burst into laughter again.