The instant X's eyes turned red, Bruce's hands clenched into fists at his sides.

They're still like that now, only he's dimly aware of pain beating in his palms where his nails are digging in.

She doesn't look like X, any more. Even so, Thor throwing her aside as if she weighed nothing - his legs jerk reflexively, wanting to run to her. He curbs it, and forces himself to stay still, though it feels like his stomach is trying to crawl up into his throat.

When she sags, he bites his lip. Maybe she's done it, and will stop now. He can only hope.