She hated mornings. Always have, always will. They were too bright, too slow and certainly too noisy for anyone's liking.

But her vacation was over and she was back in her home. A modern three bedroom fully furnished town house in Harrison, Nebraska. She could easily have a fourth bedroom but that was the space for her office. When she bought the place two years earlier she had planned on a family. A Husband, animals, kids, anything. But now she was sitting alone in her queen sized bed that was a person too big.

She walked down the hall, padding across the beige carpeted hallway. Passing spare bedroom number and number two she skipped down the stairs, trying to escape her night mood. With a click of the overpriced coffee machine her step-father had bought her, she was running up the stairs and to the bathroom jumping into the shower. The steam clouded the surfaces, it also cleared her mind of her rough flight back last night.

Her shift didn't start until noon that day. Her boss told her that she might still be tired from her plane trip back. And he was right, her mind was still set on palm trees and sunbathing. Thought her week long trip went by in a flash, much to her disappointment, but she did feel less on edge and more relaxed. The car horns that seemed to blare at 6:03 every morning on the dot didn't seem to bother her.

Tucking her recently cut dark brown hair into a towel, she stared at her own reflection. Wiping her hand across the mirror she could see her eyes staring back at her. They were a an odd honey color but she loved every millimeter of the deep honey colored pools. Her nose was small and round. It stuck up just the slightest at the end like her mothers had. Her eyebrows were still perfectly arced from the waxing she had done a week before. With a smirk she head back to the kitchen to claim a cup of brown liquid.

Halfway through pouring her cup of Joe the door bell chimed making her look up. Setting the cup down she walked to the door pulling her red robe tighter. She sung open the pine door to a box.

An oversized box she noted. She tried to tip it but most of the weight came from the bottom. She stepped up onto her porch (she didn't understand why her home is shorter than the porch) and walked in front of it. A letter folded neatly was placed on top, taped to the cardboard, her name was printed perfectly for her to see.

Pulling the tape off she looked at the note "Congratulations!" it read. Knitting her brows together she looked at the box and back to the paper.

"CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a unit BRUCE BANNER! The Following information is what you should know if you would like to avoid a crazy green rage monster tearing through your house.

Technical Specifications:

Name: Bruce, Dr. Banner, Hulk

Height: 5'9 "

Weight: 120 lbs

Age: Approximately 40 ... ish ... (do not call him middle-aged. He's too much of a nice guy plus you do not want to make it harder for him not to hulk out on you)" **SkywardWriter Property. **

"What? What is a Bruce Banner?" She whispered to herself. Ignoring to read the rest of the letter she pushed the box into her home. She was careful on the step down not to damage the 'Unit'.

She put the letter on the table by her door where she usually threw her mail, ignoring the it completely. Pulling the box open she looked inside. A man, his knees to his chest, was huddled with his head buried into his knees. He looked cramped and uncomfortable.

"Hey…uh…Hello?" She looked down at the man. She tapped his head and pulled back quickly as he drew his breath. She waited for him to move, and he did, slowly looking up at her.

"Hi,' she waved at him, "Uh, do you need help out?" She reached her hand out and he took, after starring at for a few minutes.

"What's your name?" She asked him after she was able to help him stumble out of the box. Now he was sitting on her sofa looking at a cup of coffee.

"Bruce, I think?" Nodding she sipped her own cup watching him. He was nice looking, and strong build, soft careful movements. 'Yours?" he turned at her.

"Oh, where are my manners?" She pushed her hand out to him, gladly taking it. "My name is Belle. Like the Disney princess." She smiled at him his cheeks turning upwards. His smile lighten his face and his eyes.

A/N: The Unit thing is from Skywardwriter so go check her out! Amazing and funny units and other fanfics she has been sharing with the world.