You don't know what to do.

you and Hulk are in the Russian wilderness after you got attacked and separated from the team, and you have no means of getting help.

you did manage to calm Hulk down enough to sit still, but he hasn't turned back into Bruce yet.

you'd call S.H.I.E.L.D., but your phone got broken when you were running from the people chasing you down.

Now you're sat next to him, out of breath, with twigs in your hair, waiting for his next course of action.

You're in a relationship with Bruce, and Hulk is incredibly protective of you, so at least you're in good company no matter who's out.

There is that.

Hulk's resting, knees to his chest and arms stretched over over them, his breathing heavy and ragged.

He's still incredibly tense, but he's keeping his temper under wraps.

For now.

He glances around the surrounding wilderness, as if expecting the people who had attacked you to jump out any minute.

"Hulk not like being chased."

He grumbles, muscles tightened in frustration.