“We all have green rage monsters in us, Bruce. We just can’t turn into them.” Jane nearly let out a laugh but before she could she spun on her heel and turned back towards the hologram. “So, a while back, when I was researching your case, like I said before, I came up with a few possible ideas that you’ve probably already attempted. First one: Blood transfusion. It’s the simplest idea I have, but I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’ve already tried that.” She said, not looking at him, but the hologram still. She did have a lot of ideas, as always, but a lot of them were only thoughts in process. Just ideas that passed through her mind once.
Feeling a little overwhelmed, Bruce barely glanced at Jane out of the corner of his eye before fully regarding the model again. She had thought about it? “I haven’t, but not for lack of trying. If too much blood is drawn the other guy regards it as an attack. Even if I was being given new blood, I think he would see it as an attack on himself and overwhelm the new cells with the radiation,” he explained ponderingly. “It would be worth a shot, though. I’d just need the blood. Tony has a ‘Hulk-proof’ room, over there, in case of accidents.” He nodded over his shoulder at an emergency steel-door opened and closed by hydraulic lift in the back of the lab.
He hadn’t tried that yet? That came to Jane as a surprise. “I can get it,” She said dismissively. “I know some people. I just need to know your blood type— That is if you actually want to try it.” She turned her head towards the door that Bruce had pointed at. The door was made of a strong type of metal. Steel? That was probably it. She wondered what the inside of the room looked like, but was slightly afraid to see. Seeing it would make her heart sink, she knew, because in reality, the Hulk and Dr. Banner weren’t two separate things. Deep down, Jane had always wanted to see the Hulk in person. No matter how horrifying or terrible it was, it was still a piece of remarkable science. She shook her head slightly to stop herself thinking that. She couldn’t be thinking that. They’re not the same, she thought. This man is not that monster.
“You…know people. With spare bags of blood lying around,” Bruce said with a raised eyebrow, trying not to let the corner of his mouth twitch upward with the incredulity of it all. “Don’t worry, it’s pretty well-maintained in there,” he continued with a little shake of the head, noticing Jane’s wary stare at the Hulk Room. “Tony, uh, he thought it would be funny the first go-round to fill it with stuffed animals. I woke up covered in cotton fluff.”
“Yes, I know people. But they— they don’t just have blood. They work in a hospital. It’s not like I just meet people who have unlimited supplies of blood, I don’t, just to make that clear.” Jane cracked a smile. “But they’d be willing to help. No questions asked. They… owe me a debt. He, Tony, he filled the room with stuffed animals?” She snorted. “I’m sorry but I think that’s kind of hilarious. It could’ve been worse. It could’ve been real ani— It could’ve been glass. That would be bad and painful.” She paused, feeling a bit embarrassed, and added, “I’m sorry… I’m still incredibly baffled that I’m here, talking to you about science, and it’s feeling less real every second and I’m kind of trying to process this still.”
The twitching sensation in Bruce’s jaw finally broke into a small, almost timid, smile. “You can look in there, if you’d like. I don’t mind. Like I said, it’s cleaned up after every incident, and I haven’t even had that many incidents here in the Tower,” he told her cautiously, aware that he might be breaching her comfort levels even as he found a wooden surface and knocked on it. “JARVIS, open up the Hulk room?”
As you wish, Doctor Banner.
There was a small hiss of the hydraulic chambers releasing, and the thick steel door opened a few inches on its own. Bruce turned to Jane. “Oh, and, uh, I’m AB-positive. If you wanted to maybe…help me. With the blood thing.”
“AB positive, got it.” Jane mumbled, somewhat entranced with the room she was about to step into. “Just tell me when you need it.” She took a huge breath and stepped into the Hulk Room. It was basically a concrete room, which reminded her of her unfinished basement; there were empty barrels around the room, some of them smashed to pieces. There were holes in the floor that looked about the size of giant fists. It reminded her of an abandoned hospital her brother had once taken her to. It was safe looking and clean, but she still knew what had happened in it. She could guess what went on in there. She looked around it over and over, and even though there wasn’t much to see, her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were a bit wider than usual. She couldn’t imagine being locked in her. She would go insane. Her back still to Bruce, she shuddered a bit at the thought. She shut her eyes, attempting to drive away her thoughts of her being locked in the room. Just like an asylum, they’ll lock you in a room and won’t let you out and you can’t smash walls, you’d be stuck in there, just like an asylum— With a huge breath she turned on her heel and stepped out of the room, hoping her face didn’t show her fears. Just like an asylum, they’ll lock you up and throw away the key. She had the sudden urge to say ‘I’m sorry’ to Bruce, for everything that had happened to him, but the words wouldn’t come out. She looked down to her feet, and wiped her eyes roughly. Just like an asylum, lock you up, lock you up.