One bad day
The market was bare save for the rhythmic sound of explosions to the west. What had once been a beautiful city square was now completely demolished. Craters caused by artillery fire littered the ground. Buildings gutted by fire and damage lay toppled over into the streets. This was a city that had been consumed by war.
The orcs had hit hard and fast, taking the world by surprise as the spewed forth in the hundreds of millions onto the planet's surface. IDF had been sorely underprepared and suffered severe heavy casualties within those first few moments
Now however, the fighting had move further into the city and left this destroyed section of city behind. A dead section of a soon to be dead world. It was no surprise then, that the lone figure of a man moving through the city was completely ignored as he moved towards the center of the city. Only the dead paid any notice to the man's passing, and they did not find it within themselves to voice a complaint as he did so.
Bruce groaned as his head throbbed painfully, protesting his wakefulness as best it could. Bruce was not entirely sure what had happened. He had been in the north. Shield agents had been hunting him down, calling for his head for some terrible action that the Hulk had supposedly committed. Bruce knew that the Hulk had done nothing wrong, and had been arguing as to his innocence when the flash came.
It had lit up the sky so brightly that Bruce had been force to cover his eyes, but the brightness wasn't stopped. It was almost as if his skull was burning with the power of the light itself, and then, nothing.
He had woken up back in the… no wait not back in the north. This city was unlike anything he had ever seen before and more importantly then that, it was completely gutted and destroyed. Corpses lay strewn across the street in strange fashions, and not all of them human. Some were large, green and savage looking. Bruce shuddered at the thought of his own green savage monster and began to head towards away from the sounds of battle. He didn't want to be anywhere near that kind of danger and stress.
He suddenly stopped at seeing the mutilated corpse of a child, still wedged under a crude axe like weapon. The people here were not winning. Perhaps the Hulk could do some good after all.
Bruce turned towards the sounds of battle, and began to walk.
As Bruce left the center of the street, the dark figure who had been moving so slowly through the streets stopped and sniffed the air. "There you are."
The figure hurried off after Bruce Banner, his intentions unknown.