A/N: This version of Hulk will be much more intelligent, hence why some of his lines are more...lengthy than usual.
-Westeros-
Hulk and Black Widow wander through a beautiful forest in Westeros before stopping to overlook a large forest at the edge of a tall cliff, seeing a multitude of lakes as well as a lowly inn with several horses standing outside.
"Look, big guy. Maybe there's someone in that building that can tell us where we are."
Hulk leaps off the high cliff, tenderly holding Natasha in his arms, leaving a deep impact crater upon touching the ground. He then set Natasha on the ground as the two walk towards the inn. The two enter the inn, noticing a fairly attractive young girl with brown hair being tugged on by two bearded men as if they were dogs tugging on a rotten steak. Hulk and Natasha sit at an empty table, trying their best not to be noticed until a relatively short man with a scar across his face notices them and sits at their table, holding a cup of ale. Natasha noticed a sword strapped to his hip, but wasn't worried, since she had Hulk as a bodyguard. Nobody would dare try to touch her, let alone hurt her.
"What in the seven hells are you supposed to be?" The man rudely asked as he stared at Hulk.
"Someone you really don't want to pick a fight with." Natasha warned.
"Ha. I can handle myself in a fight, gorgeous. But I'm even better at handling women... in bed. Hahaha." The man said, clearly interested in taking advantage of Natasha's beauty.
"That's what all men say." Natasha remarked, lightly smirking.
"Oi. You there!" The man called out to the innkeeper. "Bring my new friends some ale."
A timid man in an apron rushed over, carrying a pitcher of ale along with two empty cups which he puts in front of Hulk and Natasha before filling them with ale, his hands noticeably shaking as he pours the ale, no doubt scared of Hulk.
"Mmm...Smells like honey." Natasha remarks upon catching a whiff of the liquid.
"That's the smell of ale, lovely. Where are you two headed?" The man asks as he takes a sip from his cup.
"Wherever the road takes us, I guess." Natasha says as she takes a sip of her ale while Hulk looks over at the young woman being tugged at.
"Your big friend remains quiet. Can he not speak?" He asks Natasha.
"Oh, he can. He just chooses not to." She says as Hulk stands up and approaches the men harassing the girl. He hates it when women are abused.
"Let girl go." Hulk says while grinding his teeth.
"Fuck off, beast. We're having fun here." One of the men said.
"Doesn't look like she's having fun to me." Hulk said.
"Well, maybe there's something wrong with your eyes, then." The other man said. "As for that stunning red haired dame of yours, she's a fool to be sticking around with you...when she could be in a bedroom, me laying under her while my friend does her from behind."
That drove Hulk over the edge. He punched the first man across the room. The other pulled out a sword with his right hand and swung it at Hulk, but he caught the man by his wrist, stopping the attack before grinning and throwing the man through a window. The man sitting with Natasha turned around and drew a dagger, but Natasha pulled the man's head onto the table and wrapped her leg around his neck and tightly applied pressure, eventually breaking his neck, making his body go limp and collapse on the dirty floor. The girl from before walks up to her two rescuers.
"T-Thank y-you...I-I don't know what they would've done if you hadn't shown up." She said, clearly traumatized by her treatment.
"Who were these men?" Natasha asked.
"M-Men loyal to Walder Frey of House Frey. He's a rugged psychotic who only cares for wine, women and murdering anyone with a quarrel against him."
"Walder needs to die." Hulk says as he clenches his fist.
"He does..." The woman said. "He's a despicable bastard."
"Well...now we know who to kill next." Natasha says before the two heroes walk out of the inn and walk down the road.
-Author's Note-
Sorry that this is short and ends abruptly.
Next chapter will involve Hulk and Natasha arriving at Highgarden and meeting Margaery Tyrell and her grandmother Olenna Tyrell.