It had all gone horribly wrong. Bruce was nowhere to be found. In fact all the Avengers were scattered at this point. It seemed as though they would never be whole again. Everyone left Stark Tower quickly after the incident. It is now empty and I am alone…again. It all happened rather quickly. We were testing a serum on Bruce to see if we could control the Hulk. We were so damn sure it would work that we had Betty assist us in the procedure. Bruce hadn't wanted her too but I let her. I will never forgive myself for that. I wander through the desolate tower listening to to the silence and the sadness. Its funny, I always complained about how chaotic and full Stark Tower was getting but now….I want it back. I found myself in the lab. Now unrecognizable due to the destruction. I make my way to where we found her body. I can't look at it because my entire body is wracked with guilt. So I move on.

We tried to restrain him but the serum failed and well there is no way to stop him once he gets going. I was in my suit moments after he turned but it wasn't fast enough. By the time I got to him, he'd accidentally flung Betty across the room. I watched her land by the far wall and then watched a large piece of the lab table lodge itself in her abdomen.

We had started to become close, Betty and I. I was always fascinated by the way Bruce trusted her so entirely. She could reach him in a way that even I could never hope to achieve. She was absolutely brilliant and instrumental in every advancement and research analysis we ever conducted in the lab. We could talk, her and I. It was engaging and candid. My best friend loved her so I loved her too, in a protective way. I always worried for this fearless girl. She reminded me too much of my own reckless disregard for personal safety. She always put herself in situations where none of us could help her. And I couldn't help her. There at the end, I couldn't.

After Bruce had returned to a normal state and we found Betty on the ground cold and unmoving, Bruce left. He left without speaking to anyone. I know a part of him blames me for it. Hell, I blame me for it. We held a funeral service which I believe Bruce lurked around for somewhere unseen by the rest of us.

Everyone scattered after that. It was decided that it isn't safe to keep us all in one place. People get hurt. A lot. On nights like this when I feel very alone in this skeleton of a tower I look into the study and see where she spent so much time reading and lounging and laughing and living. It doesn't make me feel better but it does make me feel less alone. On nights like this, I know Bruce is out there somewhere missing his lover while I am over here, missing my friend.