Author's Note:

Okay, this is my first fanfiction... so please be nice and review! Just to clear it up, I don't and won't write smut (I'm not even sure if I'm going to be even romantic) and I don't write slash. I'm using an OC and her interactions with characters of that universe (in fact, that's probably going to be the majority of my writing) but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I'm not making her a Mary Sue (or at least, I'll try not to, she is far from perfect though so that's a start), however she DOES look a little odd. That will be explained in due time though. Any swearing will be shown with "-" so you can fill in the blanks and make it as funny as you like. This story will mainly focus on Bruce Banner because he is awesome and my favourite. OK! Done rambling, sorry interweb people.

Disclaimer: I don't happen to own the Avengers or any recognizable content in this fiction. Although I kinda wish I did.

Mak waited for the bus to lower and got on with less of a struggle today. That's always nice. She breathed upwards to get her red bangs out of the way in exasperation. They always got in the way. In fact, her hair in general always did. As she used her support rods to her advantage, as tired as can be (and to be honest, a little grouchy) she heard a commotion to her left. She glanced and saw a man yelling at the other while the other just quietly held his anger in. He looked vaguely familiar, but Mak dismissed that as having seen him on the street walking or something. You vaguely remember a lot of people in New York. This guy was pure strength, as this guy was clearly going to town on him, yelling insults this way and that. Well, that's New York for you. The most aggressive city, possibly in the world. She didn't clearly prove to herself why she intervened, but all of a sudden she found herself tapping the very vocal man on the shoulder for his attention.

"Hey guys. What's going on?"

The first man turned around and she realized she recognized this one. The one who is always late for work so he picks arguments with random strangers. Hardly on purpose, but annoying all the same. She hadn't had the um, fortune of meeting him yet, but she's seen his arguments before.

"None of your business, girl." He sneered. Wow, he's in a bad mood as usual. Mak narrowed her golden eyes and set her mouth in a small thin line.

"Well. You're pleasant. Ahem. Anyway! I think you're going to get yourself and this gentleman kicked off the bus soon with all your racket so how 'bout you just go sit down over there." She replied, pointing to the furthest seat on the bus. The man huffed in annoyance at being told what to do by this slight of a girl, but complied. Mak knew he was already late for his job and could practically smell the stress on him. Mak drew herself out of her victory thoughts and smiled at the quieter man. He appeared to have calmed down drastically and smiled back

"Thanks."

"Eh, it's New York for ya. I'm Mak." She took a hand off her support rod and held it out to shake hands. The bus stopped abruptly and she almost fell into the person behind her. With a mumbled "Sorry," she quickly shook the man's hand before she fell again. He smiled again

"Bruce Banner."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Banner. Why are you on the bus this fine morning in New York?" she finished a bit sarcastically.

"Please, call me Bruce. Well it's funny, I wanted to gain more control in an environment I can leave if I need to. It wasn't exactly my idea."

"You will get that in New York. What do you need control over? You seem like a pretty composed person..." This man, with his salt-and-pepper hair and brown eyes didn't seem like he would hurt a fly.

He smiled. "Well, I happen to have some anger issues that I prefer to keep under control."

Mak gaped at him. "You? Anger issues? No!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she heard the screams all around her as the bus driver slammed on the breaks. The sounds of twisting metal met her ears and she lurched backwards to the floor of the bus. A sharp pain at the back of her head told her that her head had made friends with the pole and her vision fuzzed. The sounds of people in pain grew dim as she squinted her eyes to try and take in what just happened. It wasn't until her vision cleared, that she realized the predicament she was in. Her useless legs were not going to be an asset to help her up off the floor. She shook her head to clear it and winced.

"-!" Mak hissed through her teeth. She had a hard enough time getting up normally, but now she has people near her and nothing to grab onto. She heard exclamations of surprise, pain and annoyance all around her, but there was one that stood out. It started out as sounding like Bruce, and she was about to ask him if he was okay when it got deeper.. and deeper. Until it didn't really sound like him at all but more like grunts and growls. However, by that time he wasn't Bruce, now was he? Everyone knew the drill when the Hulk was involved. As everyone rushed out, they left Mak behind in their panic. By the time Hulk was completely out and ready to wreak havoc on whatever made him angry, Mak and him were the only ones on the now ruined bus.

"-. Well." At the sound of her words, his head snapped upwards with a snarl and she immediately regretted her words. Mak! Why are you so stupid? His anger turned to a slightly less angered confusion as he realized she wasn't running from him like everyone else. He appeared to take this as a challenge as he stepped threateningly towards her.

"Trust me, if I could get away from you I would big guy. I can't." Mak responded as she tried to pull herself up using the bars on the bus. She really didn't need this, she had been having such a good day. He leaned over, picked her up carefully and there was the faintest of smiles when she squeaked in surprise. He got off the bus, ignoring the bystanders watching in astonishment as he put her down on the cold pavement. He then left to go smash something, she didn't know for sure. It was a good bet though.

She couldn't wait to.. well, it's probably not a good idea to tell everyone.. OK, new plan. Find Bruce and ask him what the - just happened.

As she walked through the city after the Hulk, she couldn't quite keep her curious thoughts silent. I thought that the Hulk was always just.. angry. This was an entirely different side to the supposed monster and she realized she was having a hard time reconciling the two images. It had to be one or the other and she knew that the man to ask was currently unavailable. So with that in mind, she set out for as long as possible.

By the time she found him, she was cold, wet (don't ask) and hungry. She was sure he felt the same as soon as she saw him huddled with oversized pants. He looked tired for the most part, with his head resting on his arms. She walked back to nearby a men's store, purchased pants and a shirt that she hoped were his size (if not, they're returnable and she'd ask that time!) and came back. When she got closer, she tossed them at him without a word. He looked at her a bit dazed with eyes that signalled an oncoming headache and she smirked.

"Controlled environment, huh?"