"Yeah," Wanda replied softly, because even if it wasn't a proper statement, she still agreed with the sentiment. "Yeah, it was."

What it also was was kind of freaking her out a bit now, actually, and that bit of casual intimacy, something she'd normally be so welcoming of, only served to drive that point home. It wasn't only about being in bed with a man, the memories of what they'd done hanging in the air, lingering in the sweat cooling on their skin. That was a big part of it, but hardly all. It was that it was him. Bruce Banner: lifelong inspiration, occasional irradiated rage monster, current rocker of her world? Who the hell was she anymore? It was way too strange, and as she felt the familiar hand of panic close around her heart and start to squeeze, she forced herself to sit up.

"I, uh, actually, I have class in a bit. I- I should go."