Hello! So this is my first story! (Edited 25/05/2013)

This fic is about Bruce/Hulk if you can't tell already. There will probably be swearing and at the moment I'm not sure about anything of an adult nature... I've put it as an T anyway for now but if you think I should change it let me know :o)

So far I have the prologue below and the 1st chapter ready to go. I'm starting on the 2nd now but its 2am here and I'm pretty tired. I'm not going to make any promises about posting or chapter length I write when the inspiration hits but I don't mind a little support to kick my butt into gear!

Also, I'm really sorry but I don't have a beta or someone to pre-read a chapter so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm not that great a writer and I won't pretend any different :o)

DISCLIAMER
I do not own Avengers in any way.

Prologue

Ivy knew she was different from a very young age. None of her friends could make up stories like she could. Sure they could weave tales about princesses and unicorns or of superhero's and aliens. They were the things most kids dreamt up in their minds. She did too but when she was 4 she started dreaming of far off places, places she'd not been taught of yet. She dreamt of people she'd never seen before doing normal everyday things like kids getting ready for school and dads sat in offices, bored out of their minds. They spoke in languages she didn't understand. She'd only ever see them once and to a 4-year-old it was the most normal thing in the world, like walking and breathing. She'd go to bed without a fuss, have her dreams, wake up and happily tell her mother about them.

But within weeks of the dreams, or stories as she started to call them, she noticed the paranoid look that would cross her mothers face before she'd laugh it off.

As she got older she stopped telling her mother about them. By the time she was 12 she knew they weren't normal and it scared her. So with the little pocket-money she had from doing her chores she brought a journal and started to write. Within a year she was already half way through her 3rd journal, the stories coming to her more regularly, in more detail and louder.

She could never see herself when a story started though. It was like she was invisible, to everything around her, including herself. There was no reflection of her when she walked past a mirror, she cast no shadow and no matter how much she'd scream no one even looked her way or flinched. It was like she was a ghost. She couldn't control where she went once she was in a story. That was almost as bad as being able to hear everything that was happening. She was being made to see and hear these things, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.

As they intensified they got darker. Instead of the boring mundane daily goings on she started to see the evil people did. A father hitting his child. A teenager with a gun, trying impress the boys of the gang he wanted to join. A mother and father saying goodbye to their tiny baby before machines started beeping.

As she grew up and turned into a teenager the stories started seeping into her day dreams. On the outside it was as if she was in a peaceful world of her own, but on the inside she was screaming, pleading to any deity that would listen to stop making he see these things.

Normally she tried to avoid seeing or reading the news. She thought that if she didn't read about her stories then they couldn't possible be true. All that changed when she walked into the front room one morning when she was 16. The night before she had dreamed of a fatal gas explosion in what she assumed was Russia. When she woke the next morning she tried her hardest to forget it and went through to the kitchen and froze has she heard the voice from the telly talk about a major explosion in a factory in southern Russia. Slowly she turned to the tell to see one of the news channels had been switched on by her mother. The reporter explained that officials and volunteers were still pulling bodies from the disaster but the estimated that around 50 people were believed to have died. Ivy had stumbled to her room and locked the door behind her before falling to the floor and crying silently.

In school her grades started to suffer as she became more and more withdrawn. She'd never been a straight A student but eventually her best marks were D's, and C-'s on a good day. She lost count of all the times she was told off for day dreaming. Her friends started to distance themselves from her but she couldn't bring herself to care. She kept it a secret scared what would happen to her if anyone knew. Although she was pretty sure it couldn't get any worse.

She was wrong.

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So that's the start... Next chap will be up real real soon!

Let me know what you think, I'm pretty nervous about this...

CJ