[living with this... condition, it's more about managing than management, though Bruce isn't against the latter. Relaxation techniques, cognitive restructuring, exercise - he knows all the gimmicks. But if you keep hitting a bar, the answer isn't to play a perpetual game of limbo, it's to raise the bar. It's learning to be angry without BEING angry, to accept the new abnormal. Yeah, easier said than done. Thing is, once you get the hang of lifting that bar, have a good grip on it, well, you now have the option of just letting go.
Bruce feels the familiar rush, the kick in his chest as catecholamines flood his system. He focuses his mind, simple thoughts, aiming the gun he just fired. No foes. No fight. Trust Steve. When the pain he is more than half expecting to come does, he almost welcomes it, almost, because he's losing control. He's losing himself. He's boiling over, water in a vacuum, conscious thought evaporating into so much steam.
In a literal flash it all ends, and instead of the Hulk there's a patinated flail in the grass, but in many ways the damage has already been done. The trauma his newfound weapon ability saved him from echoes sharply within the confines of his less organic, less forgiving, form. Painful reverberations that lash a raw, exposed, nerve. And that nerve, it tries to lash back. It roars, in pain, in rage. Which begs the question, does a weapon roaring in the grass actually make a sound?]
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abnormal. Yeah, easier said than done. Thing is, once you get the hang of lifting that bar, have a good grip on it, well, you now have the option of just letting go.Bruce feels the familiar rush, the kick in his chest as catecholamines flood his system. He focuses his mind, simple thoughts, aiming the gun he just fired. No foes. No fight. Trust Steve. When the pain he is
more thanhalf expecting to come does, he almost welcomes it, almost, because he's losing control. He's losing himself. He's boiling over, water in a vacuum, conscious thought evaporating into so much steam.In a literal flash it all ends, and instead of the Hulk there's a patinated flail in the grass, but in many ways the damage has already been done. The trauma his newfound weapon ability saved him from echoes sharply within the confines of his less organic, less forgiving, form. Painful reverberations that lash a raw, exposed, nerve. And that nerve, it tries to lash back. It roars, in pain, in rage. Which begs the question, does a weapon roaring in the grass actually make a sound?]