This is her story in part. The woman named Maria, she fell in love with a man she didn't fully understand. He told her that his name was Gabriel and they made love, but she didn't know what stream of events this would cause and not just for her, but for her unborn son as well. Gabriel was not a creature of this world and in turn, neither was the child he fathered, the child now resting in Maria's womb.

But that was not the only problem. You see, Maria was already married to another, a man named Brian Banner. Brian Banner was not a kind man, she had realized that after she had birthed Gabriel's son. The baby boy, as she had feared, was not of this world and yet he was. He was two sides of the same coin, unearthly yet he was born to earth. The first sign of his oddness was the way he cried at birth.

You'd think it would be a trivial thing, the way an infant cries after its first breath. But that's only because you've been exposed to the norm, the way a baby should cry. You've never seen the way a baby shouldn't cry and yet when the new baby cried, everyone knew he wasn't right. He didn't hiccup and sob, no, the child shrieked, it was an unearthly sound, and made almost everyone in the room double over and hold their ears.

The second sign was the fact that he had two small bumps on his back, bumps that were covered in a downy white fuzz that if you looked close enough at, looked just like feathers. Now, Brian knew that this baby wasn't his son, it was obvious and Brian hated himself for not noticing but he grew to hate the child even more.

Yet for all Brian's hate, Maria loved her son even more and she named him Robert, Robert Bruce Banner. It was at Bruce's second birthday that it was blatantly obvious what he was.

Those two small bumps had grown into two small white wings that reached the tip of his pants. Bruce didn't understand the fact that normal people, just didn't have wings. For the longest time, he thought his mother hid her's under her clothes.

It was only the year he turned eight that he realized he was different, that all the barbs his 'father' had thrown at him over the years were true the whole time. That was also the year that Bruce finally had a name for what he was...a Nephilim.

Nephilims were Half-Angel, Half-Men creatures, freaks who neither belonged to the heavens, or to the earthly plains. Others called them 'The Fallen' because that's what they were, the spawn of fallen angels.

When Bruce turned ten, he cut off his wings for the first time. He had locked himself in the bathroom and taken a butcher knife from the kitchen. That's when he sawed both of them off and nearly died from the blood loss before his mother had found him. Yet no matter how many times he cut them off, they always grew back, even stronger than before.

That was the curse of Bruce's life, no matter what he did, he would always be a freak in everyone's eyes.

Bruce was twelve years old when his mother was murdered by his 'father', she had been trying to protect them, to get them to the car so they could escape, but no. He found them, Bruce watched his 'father' smash her head against the driveway until what he was smashing didn't even look like his mother anymore.

It was that moment in Bruce's short life that he finally snapped, he shrieked in pure rage and attacked his 'father' as he crouched over his mother's corpse. Brian tried to fight off the boy but one thing had come over the child. He was whispering things in a tongue that Brian couldn't understand, the boy's calm brown eyes turned the color of pure liquid gold. His curly brown hair sparked at the edges and his wing stubs stood erect. Bruce screeched with all his might as he smashed his palm down on Brian's chest.

Bruce's palms glowed gold as he did so and he remembered laughing in maniacal joy as he watched his 'father' writhe in pain as he burned him to a crisp with his eyes.

Bruce grew up lonely and outcasted after that, without even his mother to guide him, the young genius would, at the peak of every month, chop off his wings, well whatever was starting to grow of them.

Even after he became the Hulk and joined the Avengers, he could never ever let them know his most heavily guarded secret. Because Bruce Banner wasn't just the Incredible Hulk. Bruce Banner was and will always be a Nephilim.

-Present day-

Bruce leapt upright in his bed panting, head in his hands. He was glossed over with a heavy sheen of sweat and even he could feel his body shaking. He had, had the dream again. He knew that it was true then. They were coming for him, The archangels.

He knew who they were, what Nephilim didn't know? They were the eradicators of Nephilim and now, because he was an Avenger, they'd found him. Well...things were about to get a whole lot more interesting.