This is my first avengers fanfiction! I've been working on the OC's all day at work. I do not own The Avengers, I'm just merely a fan.

Bruce

I heard the muffle yelling again. I yawned setting my notebook down and slipping my glasses onto the desk. I walked over to the stairs door and started heading up the stairs when Natasha and Clint burst out into the stairwell. "If I were you, I won't go in there Doctor," I smiled at her. No matter how many times I tell her to call me Bruce it always slips my mind.

"Just Getting some tea," Clint looked uneasy at my decision to proceed but didn't pester. I walked up the flight the muffled AC/DC getting louder with each step. I slip my hand on the knob and push open the door. Tony was sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. Steve was standing behind him yelling, something along the lines of thinking before acting. I walked over to the bar and smiled at Thor who was watching from a distant.

"And this argument?" I opened the cabinet, no tea. I moved onto the next.

"Man of Iron took the Captain into the skies," He looked at me.

"Not take," Steve shouted, "Dragged me out the window While I was sleeping, will be more accurate."

"It was funny!" Tony laughed walking over to the bar pouring more Scotch into his glass.

I Looked through the last cabinet and sighed at the fail findings of tea. "It most certainly was not!" Steve growled, Thor laughed. I yawned.

"It was most enjoyable to watch, indeed!" Thor boomed.

"See! Thunder God got the right idea." Tony smirked at Captain.

"I'm going to buy some tea," I mumbled heading to the elevator.

When I walked out of the building a couple of street lamps flickered on. It has been 3 weeks since the aftermath. There was still a little fixing up that was needed to be done but the it was going faster since Steve, Thor, Clint and Tony pitched in with rebuilding. I went around helping hospitals that were short on staff and Natasha helped aid building of shelters.

I decided to walk the long way to the store. I haven't had a wink of sleep since 22 hours before. I yawned, it was catching up to me. I rubbed my eyes. I felt off. I have been all day. I've been light headed and couldn't concentrate making my notes blur into black and white smudges. I heard a gun shot and police sirens but I kept walking. Not like I was afraid. I stumbled into the street yawning. I was in dire need of sleep.

I kept walking in the street but I seemed to wander down into the middle. I saw lights. I yawned again. They were very bright and seemed to be heading for me. I watched them and sighed. I suppressed a yawn. I heard screeching and I fell into something. It was hot and rumbling. "Oh my god, what the hell?" I heard a girls voice. It seemed distant. I yawned.

I felt hands wrap around my arm. Tugging. I couldn't see anything anymore but everything kind of swayed when I walked. I rested my head against something. When did I sit down. I heard a thud of a car door. I was being pulled again. I saw the light change but my eyelids drooped too low to make out shapes. There was a dinging.

Another dinging.

Another and then a woosh.

I head talking. I didn't understand it but it was female voice. Was this the store. My head lolled to the right. I looked at her but she was blurred. "I need to buy some, uh, tea and, some, uh, tea." I yawned.

"Wow, you must be tired."

"No, I'm Bruce." I heard a giggle. Where is the tea?

"Frosty, shoo." I inhaled and looked up. I heard a soft mew. A small ball of white was standing on my chest. I heard it purr.

"I'm sorry, she's very, uh, curious." I heard a female voice. It was familiar. I sat up and noticed I was laying in a bed. The blankets were a lime green. There was a window in front of me. It was still dark out.

"I'm Misty, Misty Allgood," she held out her hand and I shook it. "Bruce, Bruce Banner."

"Well nice to meet the not so exhausted side of you Bruce," I looked at her. She had blond shoulder length hair. She was tall with light ivory skin and thick framed glasses that framed her emerald green eyes. She had a small scar that ran through her right eyebrow.

Images faded back into my mind. "Oh, I'm terrible sorry," I got up but she stopped me.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Uh, back to, uh," Was the HQ home? "home?"

"Uh, no. I about ran you over with my car. I can at least let you crash to make sure you're fine." She smiled picking up the small kitten from the bed.

"I usually don't spend the night in random women's apartments."

"I usually don't let the men I about run over stay in my apartment," She smiled, "but I'll make the exception if you do."