If there's trouble, all us freaks have is each other.

[thefuzzyguy]

Kurt had proved very hard to control for such a little guy. His teleporting could be controlled with stolen MRD technology, modified so as to be a bit less safe and a lot more punishing if he tried to get the collar off. But the mild, frightened kid they'd caught had turned into a determined little terror, and his various infractions had gotten him condemned to increasingly unpleasant confinement. A cell large enough to climb around in let him try to ambush the scientists coming to look at him. A confined space left him at an advantage over anyone without night vision, a prehensile tail, and a wicked kick. In the end, they'd settled on a modified version of the heavy-duty manacles that kept the most dangerous subjects spread-eagled against the wall. He didn't fit perfectly and might have found a way to slip even that, so they'd turned it upside-down. His physiology kept it from being agonizing the way being held that way would have been for a normal human, but it did leave him light-headed and dizzy, and he finally seemed subdued.

What the great minds of Hydra had missed was that Kurt had never intended to hurt anyone. He just wanted to get out. What came after that he didn't know. If he went home they'd find him again. They might hurt his parents. But the one thought he could keep clear under the muting influence of the collar and being held like a giant blue bat all the time was that he needed to get out.

The thick walls and the constant blood pounding in his head made it hard to pick out, but there was suddenly enough noise in the hallway to catch his attention. He groggily lifted his head, squinting toward the bars in the door.

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[thefuzzyguy]

This is easy to talk about. It's even the okay part of the probable-mutant thing. If he were just a teleporter, he can't see how it would interfere with having a regular life. "Nein, there are plenty of rules. My maximum distance is a couple kilometers. It's much easier when I can just see where I'm going, but if I know a place well I can do it that way. One passenger is fine, but two... it's not pleasant for anybody. Maybe in an emergency."

[mightiestgreen]

"I see." You can almost see Bruce's brain trying to turn over and figure out equations that would explain teleportation.

But he's hungry. Advanced physics would have to wait till he was fed. He stands, cracking his back backwards with a sigh. "I don't suppose your ability comes with GPS?" Because he had no idea where they were.

[thefuzzyguy]

"Nein, I'm not even clear on what country. I was unconscious most of the trip." It's definitely not home, but he can't deduce much beyond that. "Maybe we can find a helpful sign. Because, well, asking seems awkward." The fuzzy blue kid and the man in shredded pants and nothing else. That made for an amusing mental image, if nothing else.

He hadn't even noticed the "we" that snuck in there.

[mightiestgreen]

"We'll find a way." For now. The moment he finds a way to get Kurt home, he's going to be doing that. No way will this kid be safe with him, not with everyone out to get him.

He starts walking, slowly at first and looking behind to see if Kurt will be keeping up or if he needs a hand. "We should try to find a town."

[thefuzzyguy]

Kurt scrambles after him immediately. It's not pleasant, but he's hungry, too, and as night falls it's going to get cold. He's sorry to leave lying on the grass behind, but it's clearly not an option. "At least it'll be dark by then," he comment quietly. While he's sure being the Hulk is harder than being funny colored and fluffy, he does envy a chance to look normal sometimes. He nervously pulls the battered hood of his sweatshirt up. His captors never bothered to change him out of the clothes they caught him in, and they're now in almost as bad a state as Bruce's.

[mightiestgreen]

Bruce was semi-used to looking after himself. He was not used to company. But, in this case, he was definitely not going to leave Kurt on the side of the road and say goodbye.

"Sometimes there's a farm house or something out here." He's begged, borrowed, and stole to survive before, this would be no different.

[ooc: maybe time to call it a night? :)]

[thefuzzyguy]

"Oh, good idea." Farms don't usually have a lot of lights. And while he doesn't like the idea of sneaking off with something, he doesn't know what else they could possibly do. Better to do it somewhere with a low ratio of people to space and a lot of storage.

[OOC: Probably a good call. It's beginning to feel like stupid o' clock. Later!]