The water wasn't as scorching as he would've liked, nor the shower as sharp. But what can one really expect from a cheap motel? Blonsky stood still as the heated spray rained down over his back. It tapped at the taut skin, the protruding ridges like tiny needles. If only it burned more...

He watched as it turned a dark red at his feet. It pooled there, the drain secured. He could only guess at what it'd do to the water supply if it got out and how many innocents would be affected in a worse-case scenario. How had Bruce survived like this for so long? Blonsky straightened, finished his shower quickly. It didn't matter how the nerd had done it, because he would do it better.

He smelled Chris's handiwork before he shut off the water. A perimeter exactly. Perfect. He dried himself off and put on his jeans, making a mental note they should acquire more soon. He joined Chris outside, leaned back against the Humvee at an intentionally tantalizing angle. Oh the things he could do if he had his way.

"C'mon, baby." He licked his lips. "Light my fire." An open invitation he knew Chris wouldn't take.