Last Time: (Spoilers for "Behind Every Man") Betty Ross, seeing Bruce/Hulk losing his battle with Abomination, injects herself with a concentrated dose of Bruce's blood. Emerging from the helicopter wreck, Betty became enraged at Abomination's gloating and transforms into a 9 foot tall female Hulk (no, she isn't She-Hulk, Betty-Hulk makes She-Hulk look like puny Jen on her worse day). The Hulks team up, brutally killing Abomination before escaping the city. A month later, Bruce and Betty live together, working to gain control of their powers.

General Ross is approached by Tony Stark, who is forming a team…neither men realizing that Pepper Pots, Tony's assistant, feeling he needs a superhero he can trust, has decided to create her own 'pet project'.

General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross sighed as he entered his Virginia home, the sun setting off in the west making it clear that he had only a few hours to relax before he would find himself back on the hunt.

It had been nearly a month and a half since he had last seen his daughter, though the memory still haunted him. Watching his little girl mutate into a monsterous, green skinned monster was something Ross would take to his grave. Oh sure, he had considered the possibilities…just never his daughter being the one…

"Hello General." A deep voice called out. "Tough day?"

Ross's hat fell to the ground, his face going slack as he stared at the Hulk.

Only…not the Hulk he was use to.

This Hulk, yes, was 9 feet tall, skin a dark green, and built like a linebacker. But he was wearing a dress shirt, black slacks and dress shoes, a newspaper in hand. He barely glanced up as he carefully turned the page, chuckling.

"Oh, those Zebba Zebba Eatas…will you never stop trying to eat your neighbor?" The Hulk question with a chuckle.

General Ross reached for his gun, only to find it not there.

"What…what are you doing here…?" He managed to get out.

The Hulk frowned. "Don't you remember? It's our night to bring dinner?" The green giant picked up the sports section and sighed. "I swear, next year I refuse to root for the Mets."

"I…I don't understand…"

"Daddy!" Another, not quite as deep but still startling low, voice called out. General Ross took a step back as Betty emerged from the kitchen, ducking her head so she could fit through the doorway. Her emerald muscles seemed to dance and twitch as she walked towards him, lifting him like he was a toddler and giving him a bearhug. "How are you?"

"Uh…uh…" Ross mumbled.

The Betty-Hulk grinned, setting him down and letting Ross take a look at her. Her long black hair was done up in a beehive style do, a string of pearls around her thick neck. She was wearing a 50's style blue dress and an apron that barely covered her broad chest, looking very much like the mom on "Leave It To Beaver"…if said mom had 40 inch biceps.

"I have the pasta cooking, and I made a lovely pie for dessert…" The Betty-Hulk said happily, her joyful tones sounding wrong coming from her massive form. "You must tell us everything that has been happening…"

Before Ross could question what the hell was going on, a noise that sounded something like a gorillia's roar echoed through the house.

"Dear, it seems Thaddeus Jr. is up." The Hulk said.

Betty-Hulk nodded, rushing to the stairs, the house shaking with her footfalls as she hurried up. Ross could only stand there and make fish impressions, The Hulk folding the newspaper up neatly.

"Look who wants to see his grandpa!" Betty-Hulk called out, coming down stairs with a buddle in her arms the size of a mini fridge. General Ross' eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at the massive green skinned baby that cooed and shook his rattle.

"What's the matter, General?" Ross turned to find Tony Stark standing next to him, grinning ear to ear. "Never seen a green baby before." He wiggled his fingers. "Coochie coochie goo!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"General? General Ross!?!"

General Ross sat up, panting heavily, breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked around, finding himself in his office, a whiskey bottle on the table and one of his soldiers shaking him.

"Are…are you ok, sir?"

Ross shook his head. "no…I'm not ok. Have you found them?"

The soldier shook his head. "No sir, we haven't found the Hulks."

"Keep looking…" Ross said, before mumbling, "Before I have to find XL baby booties."

Next Time: A look into the daily life of Bruce and Betty, while Mr. Chaos avoids the fans of "G/X-Hunters" who are mad he won't update.