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[ It had been a dim and far off hope that he could hide himself well in a place this small for too long. He'd known all along that sooner or later, one person or another was bound to see the Other Guy as he ran around the place, whether the transformation was willing or simply the consequence of an external trigger, but that didn't make it any easier to cope with when it did happen on a larger scale.

Besides, the circumstances of it all had been much more complicated than he'd been preparing himself for.

All his memories gone, all his previous experiences, for those days he'd regressed to the very beginning of dealing with his condition, all the progress he'd made over the years gone in the blink of an eye. Not only he couldn't control the beast, but he hadn't even managed to get through to him, to get him to calm down one single time.

He was caged inside, going mad as he helplessly watched all the chaos and destruction he'd leave in his wake.

And now he's himself again, his memories back where they ought to be, and a lot of what happened is a blur in his mind. He remembers talking to people, being scared beyond any measure, but he doesn't know who he hurt, how much damage he caused to some people - the mansion itself isn't as important, he thinks, it'll fix itself as it always does (if it hasn't yet).

The other people stuck here, though, the ones who'd crossed his past during those days on the mirror side, a lot of them probably didn't even know who or what they were dealing with. Which is why after he gets some long and uninterrupted hours of rest, he decides to post a quick text to the network at large, though keeping it anonymous, at least for the moment. ]

This is a message to those of you that were stuck on the mirror side for this past week and a half. If you saw a big green monster wrecking up the place, that was me. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry if I put you in danger. I'm not sure if I seriously injured anyone, I can't remember everything that happened while I was like that.

[ Yes, he's aware of the irony in that. ]

I have him under control, usually. I don't change unless I want to. [ Mostly anyway, but no point in scaring anyone. ] But the Jabberwocky changed things. I couldn't control myself because I couldn't remember how to do it.

So, I'm sorry. You don't need to be worried about him, not anymore.

I hope everyone's alright.

(( ooc; all replies will be in either anon, private or both. and if your character was on the mirror side, feel free to assume they saw the Hulk at some point! ))

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Are you alright?

That was you?!

[Rocket didn't get hurt, nor really got anywhere near the giant green rage monster, but he definitely saw it. And was impressed. He just has a soft spot for simple creatures that like destroying things, okay.]

You make it sound like you're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Serial Killer.

[Steve would really prefer to see Bruce in person to make sure that he's holding up all right, but it doesn't seem right to invade his privacy. He already did that once, when he'd been without his memories, and that had led to... Bruce asking him to put him down, something that would have been permanent on that side. Not that Steve even considered going through with it, but given that Bruce once admitted an attempt at suicide, it's worrying.

He seems as controlled as ever now, though that's difficult to judge through purely text.

For the most part, Steve's relieved that they all got back in one piece, that he didn't have to bury anyone, and that the Mirrors didn't make a total mess of the Real side. But he's struggling with his own failures and his inability to keep his team safe, too.]

Everyone made it through, Bruce. You can't blame yourself for any of this.

How do you normally control it?

This monster you become, is it a parasite or an extension of yourself?

So YOU'RE the one that can punch mountains?

[ Natasha had seen him typing out messages on his phone - it had been hard to miss when she hasn't left his room since they'd gotten their memories back and returned to this side. They'd both crashed and tried to sleep the worst of it off, but even she knew that was only a temporary fix.

She had plenty of worries on her own plate, old fears, old memories, old vulnerabilities all stirred up, scraped open, left raw in the aftermath of what the Jabberwocky had done to her. Old ghosts she needed to put to rest all over again. Fortunately for her, after so many transformations, he'd been a very deep sleeper and she'd never woken him up, all the times she'd jolted awake, chased out of her slumber by her own nightmares.

She had managed some sleep, though. Enough. more than she'd expected. And in truth, it was easier to focus on him at the moment, where he sat across from her, frowning at his device. She subtly flipped hers open, seeing what had held his attention, caught sight of his apology, some of the responses he'd gotten.

Natasha put her phone aside and moved to crawl behind him instead, leaning against his back as she knelt on her knees, arms twined about his neck and shoulders from behind. She presses a light kiss to his temple, warm and chaste. ]

Feeling better?

I walked away without a scratch on me.

[Although it certainly wasn't for lack of effort or even success on the Hulk's part; they both know the only thing that kept her alive had been Extremis, its ability to not only heal catastrophic injury but also to enhance her reflexes and reactions. Pepper wouldn't have stood a chance otherwise, and their location would have meant a permanent death for her.

Yet it's easy to forgive him, considering both the circumstances and the steps he takes after. She knows that even if Bruce's memories are blurred, he still feels the weight of every blow the Hulk inflicted. She also knows his fear, how deeply he must be shaken in aftermath of having his control stripped away as it had been. His words are an apology, but she thinks they're also an attempt to figure out how much harm he had inflicted during that time. Finding out for certain what's been done has to easier than imagining everything that could possibly have gone wrong.]

How are you doing?

((ooc: assuming he had a hand in keeping the Hulk somewhat in hand? too many hands))

There is nothing to apologize for.

Edited 2015-01-06 00:10 (UTC)

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