Benedict Dimitri Banner was born first and he was the only child Bruce knew about. The little boy loved his father more than anything and Bruce loved his son. He would take the child to all his Boy Scout meetings, and the little boy was the ring bearer at Bruce and Betty's wedding. Bruce had finally started to live his life...and then the accident happened. He was forced to leave Betty and Benedict, he would never forgive himself if he hurt them.

If only Bruce had known just how badly he was hurting them by leaving. It was Benedict who discovered that his father had left first. The five year old had heard the sound of the door opening and he'd leapt out of bed, running down the stairs to get a hug from his Baba. Only to drop the yellow, stuffed care-bear he'd been clutching in one hand. He was just in time to see his Baba getting into his car.

Benedict ran as fast as he could to the door, throwing it open and stumbling over his own feet as he hurried down the path. Tears were pooling in his eyes as he reached the driveway but his Baba's car was already halfway down the street. He knew something was wrong this time, his Baba's face had looked sad and tear-stained.

"BABA!"

Benedict screeched with all his might as the retreating car disappeared down the street. The five year old ran out into the street to run after it, bare feet slapping against the pavement and his long sleep-pants almost tripping him several times. But he was too slow to catch his Baba's car. He finally just stopped running and stared forlornly after it.

"Hey Kid! Get out of the way!"

A voice shrieked to his left and Benedict turned to look at the speaker but his eyes widened and everything went black to the sound of screeching tires on the pavement.

-TimeSkip-

Benedict was permanently blind. When the car had hit him, he'd been sent flying almost fifty feet away and his head had slammed into the pavement at eighty miles an hour. It was a wonder that he was alive, even though he was 98% blind. No, he wasn't 100% blind, but the only difference that the remaining 2% did, was let him tell if it was light or dark. So it didn't make a difference.

It was only months later that Mycroft Robert Banner and Ignacio Bruce Banner were born. The twins were miracle babies, born a month early. Mycroft was totally normal in every way, shape and form. While Ignacio was not, the doctors diagnosed the newborn with Down Syndrome, only a few days after he and Mycroft's birth. Betty cried as she looked at all her boys.

Quiet and shy Benedict, the little turned six year old never let his cane leave his hand. She always felt a twinge of pain in her heart as she looked at the little boy, he had his father's dark hair but it was straight like Betty's and his wide chocolate colored eyes were Bruce's even though Benedict's were hazy and unfocused.

Loud-mouthed, little Mycroft, he was only a few weeks old but she could tell that he was going to be the talker. The little baby would babble on and on mindlessly. She had no idea what the infant was saying but it was always enjoyable for her to just sit and listen to him gurgle. He had her straight black hair but his eyes were a vibrant green color...just like the Hulk. That made Betty's heart clench in fear.

Then there was her youngest, Sweet and Innocent Ignacio, her little Iggy. He was undoubtably special but she loved him all the same. He was perfect to her, in every single way. He had Bruce's curly dark hair and the kind chocolate eyes she had loved about him. She pressed a soft kiss to the child's forehead.

She loved her boys more than life itself. She did everything she could for them. She was there when Mycroft won his first Science Fair. The boy was a genius...just like his father. He wanted to be an astrophysicist. She was there when Iggy had his first Ballet recital, he wanted to be a dancer and Betty would support him in every way she could. Like holding him to her chest and humming as he told her in sobs what the other kids had called him that day...retarded...stupid...it varied from time to time. She was there when Benedict wrote his first book in Braille. He wanted to be a writer and Betty couldn't be more proud. She did everything for her boys...so it was even more terrible for them when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Benedict was seventeen years old while Mycroft and Iggy were just eleven. Benedict took over for her when she was in the hospital and Mycroft always went along with it for Iggy's sake. Her youngest didn't understand why she was so sick all the time and she was adamant that he shouldn't be told. She couldn't ruin his innocence...not like this. Benedict was the only one there when she took her last breaths. The seventeen year old had tears pouring down his cheeks as he touched every feature of his mother's face, trying to commit each and everything to memory. His mother, Betty Banner-Ross, died with a smile on her lips.

Benedict held both his younger brothers at her funeral. Mycroft hugged him tightly, burying his face in Benedict's waist and Benedict held Iggy in his arms, the little boy burying his face in Benedict's neck, hot tears rushing down both his younger brother's cheeks.

"Benny. I'm gonna miss Mommy."

Iggy croaked and Benedict rubbed the boy's back as the sobs wracked his frame.

"I know Ig. I'm gonna miss her too."

He crooned, as he freed one hand to smooth through Mycroft's hair gently. The tear eyed boy looked up at him but the expression was lost on Benedict as he only smiled sadly at his younger brother.

"It's going to be fine Myc. I promise...I'll take care of you, of both of you."