Not going to lie to anyone here- this part shows Banner getting sort of rapey with the OC. And while I do not condone such things, I'm not saying it's okay either. I will however point out that if you read this, that the reason why he does something so horrible is mentioned.

So try not to judge him too terribly. That's his job.

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How did things wind up like this? The man wondered as he glared across the cell from where he sat on the floor in nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and loose pair of pants, at the door. Hoping against hope that it wouldn't open.

That no one could be so cruel as to toss an innocent person into the room with him as angry as he was. That he wouldn't transform into the other guy- that this place would be his tomb.

Forever sealed away... But unfortunately, this was not meant to be.

He knew that he would only be deluding himself if he thought that the enemy would simply leave him to rot instead of implementing their plan of trying breed him with some unsuspecting woman for the sole purpose of weaponizing any offspring that may come from this.

Which was a terrible idea on so many levels that he almost wanted to laugh at the foolishness of the enemy.

Almost being the operative word since from the moment he'd been captured and told the enemies nefarious plans- he'd already mapped out all of the flaws of said plan, and was going to point out that there was no way on gods green earth that their plan would work. When his words had died on the tip of his tongue as one of the armed men laughingly told him that if he didn't get the job done by any means necessary that the woman chosen to birth his child would be killed in front of him.

And while he could with stand much on his conscience... The blood and death of some unknown woman wasn't something that he wanted.

Which was what brought him back to the present and the cell he currently resided in. He knew he could tear the damn thing apart with his eyes close, and yeah. Sure. He was dying to do just that and escape and return back to Avenger's tower where Stark was no doubt getting the others worked into a fine tizzy about him being kidnapped, but for the moment he chose not to do anything.

Besides, who was to say that if he went ahead and escaped- that the enemy might not have already procured the woman that they wanted to breed him with. Who was to say that if he left now, they would carry though with their threat to murder her?

Best to be safe instead of sorry. Besides the other guy was seemingly holding him in place for the moment so he couldn't have really moved if he had wanted too.

Apparently his other half wanted to know just what the enemies idea of the perfect mate for them was. Not that Banner could blame his other half any, he was a smidge curious himself about what kind of woman his assumed 'mate' was.

He knew he usually preferred intellectual women, however of late he found himself drawn to other types. Or rather one type in particular. The quiet, shy, mousy- yet so very courageous type. Like his new lab assistant at Stark tower, Mya Reighle.

What had first drawn his attention to her the first time he had even met her had been while he had been taking a lunch break with Tony and Steve, a.k.a. Iron Man and Cap America, when out of the corner of his eye he had seen a pretty young woman with long brunette hair kept back away from her face by a ponytail, wearing a nice mint green colored sweater with pastel pink and cream colored flowers on it, and a pair of semi loose fitting jeans under her lab coat.

And it wasn't so much as what she looked like that caught his attention and gave him a sudden and unexplainable urge to go over to her and mount up like a cave man and fuck her senseless, his head already spinning with the possibilities of what he would do to her if she allowed it- even as the sudden raging hard on in his pants made it somewhat hard for him to think clearly as he got just a bit nearer to her on his way to an empty table to eat his lunch (a turkey sandwhich with light mayo and creamy Dijon mustard, fruit salad, BBQ chips, and a soda).

He'd known that he would be in trouble if he stayed yet he hadn't been able to tear himself away from anything long enough to leave the room. Not even when all conversation between himself and his two friends ceased and he had slowly, and cautiously looked up to find her standing just within his reach with a smile on her face.

Something he still wasn't used too from others... Being within his reach and not screaming bloody murder or trying to run away as fast as one could.

Yet there she had been. All beauty and charm and- his trail of thought had broken off a bit when she said something that he didn't really hear mere seconds before leaning down and taking a bite of the sandwhich in his hands.

Tony snickered and Steve flushed a nice red color as her little pink tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick some of the mayo and Dijon mustard from his fingers, earning a wide eyed look from him as he gaped at her in total shock and disbelief as she hung around for a second to chew and swallow her pilfered food before saying, "Huh, not bad. I thought it'd taste worse..." As he continued to gape at her.

She smiled sweetly at him and then leaned down again, this time he tipped his head back a bit, somewhat expectantly (of what he couldn't begin to understand or explain) and caught a whiff of her perfume.

Lilies with a touch of honeysuckle, and musk.

Very nice. Not too sweet. Not too overwhelming. It was just right and seemed to fit the woman perfectly. He thought as he let a dopey smile cross his face, just a second or so before he felt her press her lips against his freshly shaven cheek before she straightened her spine and turned and walked off leaving him in a daze, wondering if that had actually happened to him.

Or if he had just been day dreaming as Tony finally shot to his feet and started calling out after her and jumping around like a crazy person.

"Come back! Come back! He'll give you the rest of his sandwhich! I'll even give you free food for the rest of you're life just come back and kiss him aga-omphh!" Tony was suddenly cut off by Steve standing up and grabbing him none too gently by the scruff of the neck and begun dragging him towards the cafeteria door muttering about how he couldn't take the super genius anywhere as Banner was left at the table with their discarded things.

Staring at the peach colored tint on the bread of his sandwhich where the woman had taken her bite and wondered if there was a matching peach color left behind on his cheek where she had kissed him.

Because if so- then he wasn't washing his face ever again.

Reaching up with one hand, he lightly stroked over the place where Mya had kissed him the first time they had met and wished (as damned foolish and selfish as it was) that she would be the one tossed into the cell with him. Because if there was one thing that he knew it for certain, it was that being with her would definitely be no hardship for him.

However even if she was the one tossed into the cell with him...he had no desire to hurt her when he would much rather claim her on his terms. Somewhere warm and safe and away from prying eyes and people with guns who would probably kill her if she tried to leave the room without lying with him a few dozen times or so.

The cell doors opened up and six men armed with large guns entered the room before three more appeared, each one pushing a cart piled high with things that Banner shuddered to even think about. The carts were left by the bed for him to go through once the men were gone.

And go through them he did. Noting absently that they had brought him all manner of neat things to play with. Everything from women's sex toys to arouse his potential 'mate' and mother of his child, to drugs (heroine, cocaine, morphine loaded needles...) jesus, what did they expect him to do with this shit?

There were bindings and silk scarves and small specifically tailored for bondage. There were ball gags of different sizes to keep the woman from biting off her tongue should he get more than a little out of hand... (Thank you crazy people for at least thinking of that) There were even bigger ball gags to keep him from ripping out her throat with his teeth should he get more than a little out of hand.

There were energy drinks and seven bottles of Viagra and he had to laugh at that- honestly, just because he had just a little bit of grey at his temples didn't mean that he was so old he needed that sort of help. He was still in his mid thirties for fuck sake and despite his eight years of self induced celibacy, he was still young enough to pick up a nice gal (if he wanted) and fuck her brains out (again, if he wanted too).

So after finishing going over everything that had been left for him to work with... Banner considered two things.

1) These people were either insane or such fools that they didn't realize that they had just handed him the means for his own destruction at least a hundred times over. And 2) There was enough drugs and energy drinks in the room with him that he could throw a Thor/Tony style party before he went Hulk and ripped the place apart with his bare hands.

He sat on the edge of the bed for- who knew how long- weighing the pro's and cons of popping some shit and going on a magical trip just to kill some time until something happened when the door to the cell finally opened again, cutting off his trail of thought as the same six armed guys from before came back in and stood there while two more guys slowly made their way into his cell partially carrying/dragging a person- a woman with a burlap sack over her head into the cell with them.

Slowly getting to his feet as they drew closer, he knew that this was it. They had finally decided to bring the woman that they had procured for him to impregnate and had decided to finally bring her to him so that things could get underway.

The woman's body was none too gently deposited inside the door of the cell and the men then practically scurried out of the room and locked the door behind them. Leaving him with the...uh...masked? woman curled up, lying on her side on the floor just a few feet away from him.

He took several deep, calming breaths (just in case) and flexed his fingers as his palms began to get this peculiar prickling sensation indicating his need to satisfy his curiosity. He could already tell just by looking at the woman from this angle that her build was akin to Mya's. Which was probably why he was starting to feel that overly warm, blood boiling in his veins feeling.

He needed to see who the woman was before he lost it.

Moving over to her, he knelt down by her body, absently checking for injuries as he did so- and reached out and laid a hand on one of her slender shoulders, feeling the fragile bone underneath the thin clothing of her cotton shirt and very gently so as not to hurt her any further if he had missed anything- slipped an arm under her and lifted her up off of the floor just enough to tug the sack off of her head and felt his eyes widen in both shock and alarm as long silken dark hair tumbled out around the face of the woman he had been thinking of earlier.

"Mya," He whispered as he moved a shaky hand to stroke some of her dark hair back away from her beautiful face as the anger he'd started to feel moments ago hit him again full force, nearly doubling him over as he chanted over and over again to himself as the full weight and horror of the situation finally hit him. "No. Oh god, no."

Not her. Not his Mya.

God, anyone but her.